Ichigo Kurosaki and Orihime Inoue are dating.
Upon hearing this news, the tired look on Shiraishi's face finally disappeared.
He didn't sleep with the seven brides last night, mainly because Soi Fon strongly objected and didn't want them to see him crying.
He, who was assigned a room, had to satisfy seven people simultaneously, at the same time, in the same second, at an ultra-high speed.
They were comfortable, Shiraishi, that ox, was almost exhausted to the point of collapse.
But that's just a psychological effect.
Upon hearing some gossip, he sprang to life, twirling his ballpoint pen as sunlight streamed into the room through the window. "And then?"
Shiraishi asked questions with great interest to those in front of him.
Ichigo Kurosaki stood there obediently, like a student reporting to a teacher that their homework was lost at home, not that they hadn't done it. "We're together now, but how do we explain the Rain of the Sky? I'd like to ask Mr. Shiraishi."
"Pfft, hahaha." Shiraishi couldn't help but laugh out loud, covering his mouth with his hand and leaning back.
Aside from Ichigo Kurosaki himself, most of the Shinigami in the Gotei 13 probably know that the Rain of the Sky is Orihime Inoue's alter ego.
He didn't get the information from Rangiku Matsumoto after she got drunk; Soi Fon told him herself.
Even though Soi Fon knew that Inoue's cooking skills weren't great, the friendship they had built back then didn't weaken with time; on the contrary, it grew stronger day by day.
When he chatted with Soi Fon, he was repeatedly told not to reveal that Orihime Inoue used the Rain of the Sky to fish for a certain orange-haired boy online.
"Mr. Shiraishi, this is nothing to laugh about."
Ichigo Kurosaki looked frustrated. He couldn't do what Shiraishi did, being able to ride multiple boats at the same time, with one boat being enough to carry his body forward.
Then it becomes necessary to distance ourselves from the other party.
But he didn't know how to stop the Rain of the Sky from being sad and end this online relationship.
Because he could tell from the words that the other party was 100% sincere and had made a promise that he would definitely marry her in this lifetime.
Now that things have come to this, he feels extremely conflicted about going back on his word.
Shiraishi scratched his head, looking at the silly boy's expression, wondering whether he should expose him. It would be quite interesting not to expose him, but if he did, watching him blush to the point of exploding would be even more interesting.
After all, if others expose him, he won't be able to see the effect immediately.
Shiraishi made his decision, his face serious, and said, "Have you ever considered the possibility that the Rain of the Sky is Orihime Inoue's alter ego?"
"Huh? Impossible." Ichigo Kurosaki denied it immediately, then his expression gradually became interesting as he recalled the details of their conversation and superimposed Orihime Inoue's face.
The two seem perfectly compatible, or rather, they fit together seamlessly.
"..." Ichigo Kurosaki's face instantly flushed red, almost bursting with blood, his expression extremely complicated.
Shiraishi immediately took a picture to record it, praising, "What a great expression!"
Ichigo Kurosaki glared at him and said, "Mr. Shiraishi, did you already know?"
"Ha ha." His laughter answered everything.
" Bankai · Tensa Zangetsu."
Enraged and humiliated, Ichigo Kurosaki exploded on the spot, unleashing his Bankai and Zanpakuto, " Getsuga Tenshō!"
Shiraishi immediately swung his sword, using Wind Wall to block Getsuga Tenshō, and shouted, "Calm down, Ichigo! They're just Rain of the Sky!"
"Enough with the nagging! Today I'm going to make you understand the vice-captain's resentment!"
Ichigo Kurosaki completely went berserk.
Thinking of how he had boasted about the Rain of the Sky in front of Inoue, and how he had bragged to Shiraishi, he now had only one thought in his mind: to kill him to silence him!
Eliminate everyone who knows about the dark history, and the dark history will cease to exist.
Seeing that things were not going well, Shiraishi hurriedly slipped out of the office through the window, but he didn't forget to send this funny photo to his wives.
Incidentally, they still don't want to change their work names in the Gotei 13, but he has already changed their nicknames to Bai.
"Stop right there!"
"Haha, come and chase me if you dare! If you catch me, I'll let you chop me up!"
Ichigo Kurosaki's Shunpo is so good that he can catch Shiraishi.
However, this is only for capturing; there is still a very long way to go before one can truly catch up with the incredible speed of the Steel Tempest.
He chased them all the way to the 11th Division, then stormed into the kendo dojo in a fit of rage, yelling, "You come out here!"
The door opened, revealing a cast of men whose art styles could easily fit into the world of Fist of the North Star.
With his Ikkaku Madarame, carrying a wooden sword, exclaimed excitedly, "Interesting! You actually want to fight us? Bring it on!"
"I'm not looking for you!"
Ichigo Kurosaki retorted, his sharp eyes scanning the area, trying to find the location of the hidden Shiraishi.
Before Ikkaku Madarame reply, the wall collapsed with a crash, revealing the figure of Qian Chen in the sunlight. The tall Kenpachi Zaraki stepped inside, not sheathing his sword but carrying it on his right shoulder, and grinned maliciously, "Is that so? You actually came all this way to find me. How pleasing, Ichigo."
"Eh?! No!" Ichigo Kurosaki hurriedly tried to explain. The experience of sparring with this guy last time and ending up in the Fourth Division's General Infirmary was still fresh in his mind. He didn't want to fight this madman.
"Hahaha!"
Kenpachi Zaraki didn't give him a chance to utter a complete sentence before charging forward with his towering figure, his Zanpakuto down.
Golden Reiatsu surged outwards; Kenpachi Zaraki showed no mercy, clearly aware of his strength.
In the current Seireitei, there are no more than six enemies who can rival Kenpachi Zaraki.
One of Shiraishi, one is Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto, one is Byakuya Kuchiki, one is Shunsui Kyōraku, and Ichigo Kurosaki is also one of them.
" Getsuga Tenshō." Forced into a corner, Ichigo Kurosaki unleashed a sword strike, like a master wielding a brush and forcefully spreading ink, the black slash accompanied by small tails rushing upwards.
Boom!
The golden and black slashes unleashed a powerful impact, transforming into a violent gust of wind that blew all the members of the 11th Division who were inside the building away, including Ikkaku Madarame and Yumichika Ayasegawa.
However, because they are strong enough, they won't fall face-first like the other team members.
Wow, the captain looks really excited.
Ikkaku Madarame spoke, his expression was equally eager, as if he really wanted to get involved.
"That was truly wonderful."
Shiraishi clapped his hands and sat on the rooftop. A barrier had already been set up around him to prevent the conflict of Reiatsu from affecting the other members of Seireitei.
He didn't forget to mention it in the group chat to avoid arousing suspicion from the team leader who might have noticed the conflict.
"To be able to set up a barrier in an instant, the Captain-Commander is truly terrifying."
Gin Ichimaru spoke in a tone typical of villains, standing behind with a sly smile, giving the impression that he wanted to ambush them from behind.
Shiraishi knew this guy wouldn't launch a sneak attack, but he still felt uncomfortable being stared at like that.
Imagine a gay man staring at your butt. Whether he meant it or not, it would make you feel very uncomfortable. "Don't stand behind me."
"Sorry, it's a habit," Gin Ichimaru explained, then walked to the front and said, "It seems we need to contact the General Infirmary to free up a bed."
Don't worry, there are plenty of beds available.
Shiraishi replied with a smile.
Gin Ichimaru nodded, and said earnestly, "That's true. It's been three years since the war ended, and five years since Aizen's death. Haven't they found the whereabouts of Aura Michibane and Loly yet?"
"No, they've disappeared without a trace. They're probably planning something."
Shiraishi shook his head; finding two people skilled at hiding in such a vast world was by no means an easy task.
He didn't want to talk about business, and instead asked, "How long do you plan to make Rangiku wait? She got married yesterday, and when she looked at her wedding dress, her eyes practically popped out of their sockets."
A rare slight blush appeared on Gin Ichimaru's pale face as he said, "Well, I've been waiting for the right opportunity."
"Women are more likely to change their minds if they wait too long."
Shiraishi gave a reminder, stretched, and said, "Come on, I'm the Captain -Captain-Commander, not a matchmaker, Ichigo! Good luck! Don't embarrass the First Division!"
"Me!" Ichigo Kurosaki his mouth, about to utter a national treasure, "Hahahaha!"
A burst of ecstatic laughter drowned out his words. He ripped off his blindfold, and his Reiatsu erupted like a volcano, soaring to new heights once more. " Bankai!"
" Zaraki!"
" Ichigo Kurosaki roared."
Half an hour later, the Fourth Division's General Infirmary received two seriously injured patients.
" Ichigo? Captain Zaraki... what's going on here?"
Isane Kotetsu, carrying documents, passed by and saw two people in the courtyard by the gate, their faces filled with astonishment, blood flowing everywhere. What kind of enemy could have injured them like this?
"Don't even mention it, please save me..." Ichigo Kurosaki said weakly. He was completely calm now, but the price was a little too high; he was about to lose his life.
Kenpachi Zaraki wasn't much better off.
Both are instinctive fighters; their fights are devoid of fancy techniques, relying entirely on speed and power in a passionate clash.
In the end, if Shiraishi hadn't intervened, they would have both died from exhaustion.
" Isane, as you can see, you'd better hurry and call someone over to treat her."
Shiraishi shouted.
"Oh, oh." Isane Kotetsu, disregarding the documents, hurriedly began calling for help.
The news of Ichigo Kurosaki's serious injuries and hospitalization was quickly relayed to Retsu Unohana by Orihime Inoue.
Upon hearing the news, Orihime Inoue immediately forgot all about work and took leave to come and take care of the child.
" Kurosaki- kun!" She immediately wanted to rush over and treat him.
Shiraishi immediately stopped him, "Wait, Inoue, don't worry, Ichigo is fine. He'll be able to leave the hospital in about ten days."
"Eh, I'll use my ability." Orihime Inoue wanted to say that her ability would allow her to be discharged from the hospital early.
Shiraishi said earnestly, " Inoue, think about it. Kurosaki's injury isn't life-threatening. He's lying there. If you take care of him for ten days with kind words, he won't care about you deceiving him with an alternate account."
"Huh? How did Mr. Shiraishi know that?"
Orihime Inoue looked shocked, then realized what she meant and pouted, "I told Soi Fon not to tell anyone."
"I'm not just anyone," Shiraishi replied matter-of-factly.
"..." Orihime Inoue was a good girl; she was speechless after being rebuked and fell into deep thought, wondering how she should face Kurosaki- kun.
This is a big problem.
After thinking it over, she said, "But what excuse can I use to avoid treatment?"
"Just tell her that Lie won't allow you to do that; her patients can't be treated by anyone else. And then, I'll prepare a nurse's uniform for you, guaranteed to be something every man will love."
Shiraishi instantly produced a super nurse outfit that Retsu Unohana and Isane Kotetsu had all worn.
The pink nurse's uniform, complete with a small round cap, provides ample protection on top, while the bottom features a heart-shaped mini-skirt.
"Uh, this... this won't do, will it?"
Orihime Inoue blushed deeply and quickly waved her hands, asking, "What's the difference between wearing a heart-shaped miniskirt and not wearing one at all?"
"Do you really want to take care of Ichigo? You're not even willing to make this small sacrifice for him, do you even consider yourself to like him?"
"Huh??" Orihime Inoue's eyes darted around at the question, and finally she blushed and nodded, "Well, I'll give it a try."
"Okay." Shiraishi nodded, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Hehe."
Let Ichigo understand what it means to be powerless to control one's own destiny.
He turned around and arranged a private room for Ichigo Kurosaki.
Young people, you know, are like dry wood meeting a raging fire, and it's a luxurious suite for one person.
Shiraishi would never believe that nothing would happen.
Ten days later, almost at the same time as his discharge from the hospital, Ichigo Kurosaki announced that he was getting married and would hold a wedding in the World of the Living, without the grand spectacle of Shiraishi.
Only familiar Shinigami were invited to the wedding.
The Shinigami include Ikkaku Madarame, Yumichika Ayasegawa, Kenpachi Zaraki, Shiraishi, Rukia, Renji Abarai, and Renji Abarai Rangiku Matsumoto.
The captain and vice-captain are at least Third Seat Shinigami.
At the wedding banquet, Rangiku Matsumoto once again swept through the table, even more ferocious than before, drinking the alcohol as if it were water.
Perhaps it was the bitterness in her heart that made her feel so miserable about being single, as attending two weddings in the same month only made her feel more miserable.
But she wasn't heartbroken for long. Three months after the wedding, Gin Ichimaru finally proposed to her, and they got married in January.
Time in the Soul Society keeps moving forward, washing away the shadows of war, and everything is moving in a better direction.
"What a beautiful sight!"
The images of the Hell Butterfly are transmitted to Hell, where they are projected onto a screen through modified biological nerves, creating a television-like image.
The man sat in a chair, his long brown hair cascading over his shoulders, his eyes framed by four blue pupils, and his white robe remained untouched by the darkness of Hell.
Sōsuke Aizen.
He watched the lavish wedding, a slight smile playing on his lips. Of the five years he had spent in Hell, today was the only day he could truly be happy about.
"Continue building, Shiraishi, Gin. I want to thank you for building my Divine Realm for me."
Aizen murmured, a very itchy feeling welling up in his chest. He really wanted to scratch it, and he thought it would feel really good if he scratched his chest raw.
He simply didn't make a move; he had long been accustomed to the fears of Hell, and he wouldn't scratch his own chest.
But how long can this persistence last?
Before that, we must leave this Hell.
Aizen lost interest in watching the Hell Butterfly livestream.
The Hell Butterfly is connected to Hell, but this connection is not enough to break free from Hell's constraints.
He strolled around the base he had established, guessing the time; the other person should be arriving soon.
"I really can't wait for the first one..."