Clang.
The enormous metal safe crashed onto the mountaintop, its momentum unstoppable, continuing its charge forward like a galloping elephant, kicking up dust in its wake.
Shiraishi jumped down, bracing his feet behind him to stop the safe in front of the thatched hut.
Two women ran out of the house.
A girl with black bangs and bright green eyes, holding a plate of tricolor dumplings and wearing a white embroidered apron, said, " Shiraishi, would you like to try my tricolor dumplings?"
" Nobunaga, are you alright?"
Oda Nobunaga didn't answer Kichō, but instead patted her head and looked at Shiraishi, asking, "Do you have any ideas?"
Shiraishi understood why he was in such a hurry. Suzumebachi Raikōben, resembling a nuclear bomb in both shape and power, was flying towards them. It was normal for him to be anxious. "You guys jump up first, I have a way to block it."
Preventing the Suzumebachi Raikōben from exploding is difficult for others, but very easy for him.
The Wind Wall opened.
Let alone the Suzumebachi Raikōben, even if more than six thousand Shinigami collectively used Hadō #88: Hiryū Gekizoku Shinten Raihō on him, they wouldn't be able to make a ripple.
That's an absolute rule, just like sitting for long periods of time will inevitably lead to a herniated disc.
But he couldn't do that. Reality isn't just about principles written in books, where you only need to be right; it's more about human relationships and social interactions.
Soi Fon, Shiraishi unleashed his Bankai. Shiraishi couldn't possibly let her Bankai completely unscathed.
At least make her hear a sound to quell her anger.
"Alright," Oda Nobunaga nodded in agreement, then lowered his head and asked, "Have you gathered all the medicinal herbs?"
Kichō patted her bundle. She had realized something was wrong when they left, and had prepared the remaining six medicinal herbs for treating the burns in advance.
Oda Nobunaga picked her up and jumped onto the safe.
Nemu Kurotsuchi jumped up as well.
Bang! Shiraishi slammed his foot hard against the safe.
Just as it flew away, the Suzumebachi Raikōben flew in from the other side.
Shiraishi, relying on his passive ability, grabbed the bullet with his bare hands.
boom!
A deafening roar erupted, and golden vortexes of energy emerged from his body, resisting the surging flames and the powerful impact that destroyed everything.
They couldn't hold on for even a second.
Shiraishi didn't intend to rely on passively blocking this attack. He performed a Steel Tempest and landed on the safe a hundred meters away, then swung his sword.
Whoosh, whoosh, an invisible Wind Wall from below.
Shiraishi sheathed her sword, turned gracefully, picked up a string of three-colored dumplings from Nemu Kurotsuchi's plate, and took a bite, her silver ponytail fluttering in the wind.
A real man never looks back at an explosion.
"You!" Kichō thought he had gone mad; his tone was no longer lazy as usual and had become extremely sharp.
Hundreds of meters high mountains were destroyed in an instant, flames and ash rose up and crashed into the clouds, forming a huge mushroom cloud.
Shaking the earth downwards, the flames amidst the smoke and dust were like an insatiable glutton, frantically licking every inch of land.
Witnessing this apocalyptic scene up close, amidst the deafening roar, who could remain calm?
The Kichō.
Terrified, she clung tightly to Oda Nobunaga, closing her eyes to await destruction, yet she remained oblivious to the pain of her body being destroyed, and quietly opened her eyes.
Instead of shooting straight towards us, the flames and smoke deflected to the sides, and the spreading shockwaves destroyed mountains and rivers. Countless plumes of smoke rose up, like sleeping earth dragons being awakened.
Kichō swallowed hard, stammering, "What... what did you do?"
"It's nothing, not worth mentioning."
Shiraishi didn't turn around or look down; his gaze was fixed straight ahead, his imposing figure seemingly supporting the heavens.
Kichō had to admit that, at that moment, Shiraishi's image was almost catching up with Nobunaga in her heart.
Nemu Kurotsuchi had a detached view of life and death, only caring about her dumplings, "How do they taste?"
"..." Shiraishi felt that discussing this at this time would be beneath his dignity, but seeing Nemu Kurotsuchi's serious expression, he exhaled a sweet-smelling breath, "Too sweet."
"Isn't sweet good?" "I don't like overly sweet food." "Oh, I'll be more careful next time."
Nemu Kurotsuchi remembered this habit of his.
Shiraishi stopped pretending and looked to both sides.
That's fucking spectacular.
He sighed inwardly, realizing he couldn't stay in the air any longer; the Wind Wall had a limited duration. He stomped his foot down hard, causing the safe to fall downwards.
Just before they landed, Shiraishi and the others jumped onto the grass below.
Thump! The safe was smashed open, leaving a large dent. The lock broke, the door popped open, and a lot of banknotes and gold bars were scattered on the upturned lawn.
Shiraishi casually tossed a wooden stick aside and said magnanimously, "Sister Kichō, I'm returning the food money I owe you today. Take whatever you want."
Kichō didn't take it, and smiled, "Helping Nobunaga obtain the snow lotus is the greatest help you can give me."
Oda Nobunaga began, "Before we part, may I ask you a question?"
Shiraishi nodded, "As long as it doesn't involve privacy, it's fine."
Oda Nobunaga asked, "Why do you want to become stronger?"
"Uh." Shiraishi thought for a moment, realizing that he had never seriously considered this seemingly simple question before.
Saving the world in the future?
With Ichigo Kurosaki around, the world doesn't need him to save it.
Overthrowing the Shinigami, reforming the Soul Society... I have no interest in that.
Shiraishi thought the question would be easy to answer, but when it came to it, he didn't know how to respond and frowned as he thought for a while.
At this moment, the Wind Wall vanished, and a gale visited this only pure land, swirling up the banknotes scattered on the lawn.
He suddenly had the answer.
"Because of freedom."
"I don't want to be controlled by others or endure the pressure from above. I want to be able to do what I like as I please."
Whether it's battling a child with a spinning top or fighting a Hollow, as long as I get enjoyment from it, and as long as I want to, I'll do it.
After hearing his words, Oda Nobunaga understood that it would be difficult to subdue such a person, but he did not intend to give up. He smiled and said, "Let's continue to cooperate next time we have the opportunity."
"Wait, let's split this money in half," Shiraishi, not wanting to keep all the money to himself.
Miyamoto Musashi and his group helped attract the Shinigami of the 11th Division, so they can't be left empty-handed.
"Rewarding your valiant subordinates is your duty; you have no need to share it."
Oda Nobunaga was a man of his word. Since he had said beforehand that he would give the money to Shiraishi, he wouldn't take a single penny. He picked up Kichō and ran away.
Now that I have the snow lotus, the next step is to quickly prepare a cooling medicine to treat the burns and restore my combat ability.
Shiraishi didn't delay, ignoring the grass and gold bars, and directly closed the door. "Let's go back to West District Ten."
"Do you want me to carry it?" Nemu Kurotsuchi clenched her Riot Games, her face expressionless, but her eyes and tone revealed a hint of confidence. "I'm very strong."
"No need." Shiraishi used his Reiatsu to lift the safe from the ground and raise it above his head, almost falling over, as the wind behind him grew stronger.
He glanced back and saw that even the pure land, which had been unharmed by the Wind Wall, was crumbling, causing such a commotion.
That person should be calmed down by now, right?