The words didn't come from Oda Nobunaga's mouth; his flippant tone suggested he was strolling in his own garden, commenting on a flower.
Soi Fon instantly realized who it was and immediately leaped off Oda Nobunaga's back, but he was still a step too late.
Shiraishi had already approached, grabbed her slender right wrist, pulled it down, and locked it in Shikai motion, sealing her Zanpakuto in its Shikai form.
Their combat strength has been reduced by about half.
Soi Fon didn't sit idly by and wait to die. He threw an elbow strike backward toward her face with his left hand, but his left wrist was grabbed again and forcibly twisted behind his back because her hands were relatively small.
Shiraishi could hold both of her wrists with one hand.
She kicked backward with her right foot.
"Don't waste your energy," Shiraishi said slowly, holding her hands with his right hand and grabbing her ankle with his left, lifting her up. "You were still careless."
The tactic of surprise attack will never be outdated, whether in the past, present, or future; it is frequently used because it is so effective.
Once the sneak attack succeeds, the target is essentially rendered incapable of further resistance.
Both the attack on Oda Nobunaga by Soi Fon and the attack on Soi Fon were based on the same situation.
"Bastard!" A hint of anger flashed across Soi Fon's face, his silver-gray eyes glaring fiercely at him. "You've actually stooped this low! I really misjudged you!"
"Who told me to be so heavily in debt?"
Shiraishi shrugged; his total debts amounted to 180,000 to 190,000.
This amount of money was nothing to the nobles, but to him it was an astronomical figure. He didn't steal or rob, but relied on such a meager salary while also having to guard against the Shinigami Reaper.
Even if he worked hard for a hundred years, he might not be able to pay off his debts, so he had no choice but to choose this highly profitable industry, which was written into the laws of Seireitei.
Oda Nobunaga reattached his right shoulder, picked up his sword, and said, "Should we finish her off?"
"No need. Just put all the money in the safe. Forget about the antiques and paintings; if you're worried about spending them, you can keep them in your own pocket."
Shiraishi would never kill Soi Fon.
"Alright." Oda Nobunaga sheathed his sword, not wanting to argue over such a trivial matter. He first took out the snow lotus and put it in his lap, then threw the money from outside into the pocket.
"Damn it, let me go!" Soi Fon struggled with both hands, trying to put his right foot down as well, his Reiatsu surging like a restless little colt.
Shiraishi was a master strategist, firmly holding her hands and feet without wavering. "You said you wouldn't show any mercy next time we meet, so no more acting cute."
Soi Fon turned around, chin raised, his silver-gray eyes almost spitting fire—how dare they underestimate her!
"Don't look at it like that, okay?"
Shiraishi cried out in pain as Soi Fon buried his head and bit him in the chest. The injury wasn't severe, but the pain was intense.
"Are you a dog? Let go of me right now!"
Upon hearing his words, Soi Fon let out a low growl, his teeth not loosening at all.
For Stealth Force, the sophistication of the methods doesn't matter, as long as the mission can be accomplished.
Not only did she not stop, she bit even harder.
"You're really going to piss me off!" Shiraishi shouted. His passive ability was already built up, and it would automatically activate once it reached a level that could inflict damage.
It's hard to say how many of the Soi Fon's teeth will still be around by then.
Shiraishi didn't want things to escalate to that point, so he hardened his heart and said, "I'll bite you to death!"
He used the man's own methods against him, lowered his head, and bit down.
Soi Fon closed his eyes and bit down hard, determined not to let go even if he was bitten!
The imagined pain didn't come; she felt a slight touch of her lips on her right cheek.
It was less of a bite and more of a pinching of her cheek with my upper and lower teeth.
Soi Fon was stunned.
Memories from the World of the Living flashed through my mind: the feel of my cheek on the carousel, the feel of my cheek while we sat on a bench eating ice cream, the feel of my cheek while riding bumper cars, the Ferris wheel...
She had experienced a similar sensation on her cheek many times during her trip to the World of the Living.
But those were all separated by Gigai, not in a spirit state.
Soi Fon suddenly opened his eyes, his mind reeling, and his teeth loosened slightly.
Shiraishi seized the opportunity and delivered a chop to the back of her head.
With a whoosh, countless golden stars danced before her eyes. Soi Fon's mind went completely blank; she didn't even realize her right foot had been put down. Her delicate body swayed unsteadily, like a drunkard.
Taking advantage of her moment of dizziness, Shiraishi rushed to the locked safe with a Steel Tempest and kicked it hard.
boom.
The enormous safe took off from its spot, crashed through the house, and flew into the distance. Shiraishi leaped onto the surface of the safe, put his hands behind his back, and planted his feet in a horizontal horse stance, riding the safe amidst the sounds of wind and thunder.
His pose was incredibly cool.
Ikkaku Madarame Yumichika Ayasegawa, upon seeing the flying safe, changed their expressions. Captain Soi Fon had been defeated?
That was too fast; I didn't even hear any fighting sounds.
Seeing this, Minamoto no Yoshitsune and Okita Sōji lost their will to fight and tried to retreat, but were instead entangled by the two.
The 11th Division has never had the habit of letting its enemies go unpunished.
As Soi Fon recovered from his dizziness, he saw no one in the hall; Oda Nobunaga and Shiraishi had both fled. A bright, gaping hole appeared in the east.
She leaped up and stood on the edge of the hole, where she could vaguely see someone who had turned into a black dot.
His mind split into two camps: one camp of panicked, disoriented little Soi Fon running around in all directions, and the other camp of Soi Fon wielding knives and hacking the panicked little Soi Fon to death, thus forming a unified force.
A surge of intense anger rose within her, rushing straight to her brain. Her eyes widened in fury as she cried out, " Shiraishi!!"
That bastard dared to look down on her like that.
Her constant restraint and composed expression silently revealed one fact: she was too weak.
" Bankai! Suzumebachi Raikōben!"
Enraged, Soi Fon Stealth Force all the terms of the Covert Maneuver and only wanted to unleash a torrent of fury on Shiraishi.
The dazzling Lightning Flash, whether falling from the sky or striking the sky from the ground, appeared for a moment and disappeared in an instant.
Ikkaku Madarame looked up, a heavy sense of crisis enveloped his heart; even the bright sunlight seemed to carry a chill.
Thump.
The gray-blue tiles were shattered by the golden missile warhead, and the Soi Fon raised its arm, aiming at the spot where the black dot had fallen.
Her Bankai, Suzumebachi Raikōben, is extremely powerful, but it also has significant drawbacks. First, its size is too large and too flashy, which does not align with the principles of Stealth Force.
Secondly, it can only be used once every three days, and the recoil is too strong. If you don't use silver bars to bind it, you can easily get injured by the recoil.
But I don't have time for that right now.
She was willing to be seriously injured just to show Shiraishi the backbone of the Second Division Captain and Commander-in-Chief of the Stealth Force.
The Reiatsu she poured into her body emitted a blue-white light. The anger on her face vanished, and she said softly, "Go."
boom!
A powerful flame erupted from the base of the Suzumebachi Raikōben, detaching from its right arm and hurtling towards the mountain peak from which the black dot had fallen.
The violent recoil shattered the pavilions at the foot of the Soi Fon, cracked the ground, and she tumbled through the air countless times, her internal organs seemingly being torn apart.
"Wow."
Soi Fon coughed up a mouthful of blood, raised her head, and saw dust swirling in front of her, obstructing her view. She had to strain her neck to see the mushroom cloud rising high in the sky.