The Unforgiven from Shinigami
They prefer group fights to one-on-one duels, ambushes to head-on confrontations, and they don't seek any aesthetics in combat.
This is Shiraishi's life motto.
He lured Infinity into the dense forest and circled around before quickly returning to this spot. Taking advantage of Munemasa's attention being focused on Byakuya Kuchiki in front of him, he launched a powerful attack with a Steel Tempest.
The knife pierced straight through his heart.
That once-in-a-lifetime, bone-chilling sensation.
Munemasa would never forget this. His pupils were unfocused and lifeless, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead. He was unable to make any move to retaliate.
The only thing you can do is grip the blade firmly with your left hand to prevent it from being pulled out or downwards, which could cause further injury.
Then, a glint of light appeared in his unfocused pupils. He didn't think about why Shiraishi could touch his back even when the Infinity Reiatsu was twenty or thirty kilometers away.
None of that matters anymore.
He immediately summoned Senbonzakura and Infinity back to his side.
The blade vanished suddenly, his left hand grasped nothing, and as the wind swept by, Munemasa's wounded heart grew even colder.
Shiraishi used Steel Tempest to pass through his body, then circled around to the right a mile away to prevent any unexpected death throes.
"Ugh." Munemasa coughed up blood, his vision blurred and swayed, he clutched his chest, warm blood gushing out, his fingertips growing colder and colder. "Ha, ha."
He was panting heavily, cold sweat streaming down his forehead. Was he really going to die like this? Die at the hands of these brats?
Impossible, how could he just die like that...
Munemasa swayed, his vision blurred, and he could no longer maintain the power of the Fox Nightmare.
Senbonzakura's eyes changed. " Byakuya- sama."
Infinity also looked at Shiraishi, pushed off with his foot, and pounced on him.
Shiraishi was about to say hello.
A blade came crashing down on his head.
He quickly dodged, exclaiming in surprise, "You haven't released the control yet?"
"So what if I've solved it? I've always wanted to kill you!"
Anger surfaced on her Infinity beautiful face, her phoenix eyes almost spitting fire as she turned her blade and swept it horizontally.
Shiraishi was forced to withstand the attack, as doubled Reiatsu surged forth.
Bang! Chirp!
The mountaintop, several miles away, exploded, and the rubble ignited from friction with the air, scattering like shooting stars.
Amidst the thick smoke and dust, Shiraishi Shi scrambled to his feet, his arms numb and his back aching from the fall. Still bewildered, he asked, "What did I do wrong?"
"Over the years, you've never had the slightest intention to communicate with me, using me as a tool, and you don't even understand my Shikai!"
Infinity rage pursued her, wanting to unleash another strike, but the blade shattered into specks of light. Munemasa's Reiatsu vanished completely behind her, leaving her only able to glare fiercely, "I will not acknowledge you."
"Sorry..." Shiraishi scratched his head. He knew the name of his Zanpakuto from the system panel notes. It was called Shikai, but he really didn't know that the sword was in its Shikai state from the beginning.
He never intended to communicate with the sword, assuming that reaching a certain hero level would automatically grant him Bankai. Was it a case of getting on the train first and paying the fare later?
Infinity remained silent, his entire body transforming into specks of light and dissipating, returning to his Zanpakuto.
The knife began to turn gold, its hilt inlaid with brightly colored gems. He gently ran his fingers over the blade, murmuring, "I will treat you well from now on."
The knife didn't react.
It seemed that appeasing the other party wouldn't be something that could be done quickly. He sheathed his knife, turned, and left.
Soon, a tall figure landed beside the pile of rubble, looked around, and said with a frustrated expression, "That guy got away again."
" Kuchiki! Why didn't you stop him?"
Kenpachi Zaraki's question went unanswered.
Byakuya Kuchiki glanced at the scene and immediately Shunpo to a flat area. A person lay on the ground, black hair falling down, half of their body covered in dust, and blood still flowing out.
The faint Reiatsu indicated that she still had a tiny bit of life left.
His eyes narrowed slightly. With such severe injuries, it was no wonder that Shiraishi had given up taking him away; did he want them to treat him?
After a moment's hesitation, Byakuya Kuchiki pulled out the premium Denreishinki from his pocket and dialed the Research and Development Institute. "This is Captain Byakuya Kuchiki of the 6th Division. Mad King Munemasa was ambushed and killed by Shiraishi."
Escaped prisoner Kūkaku Shiba is seriously injured. Please send the Fourth Division to treat him.
"Received," came the reply.
Byakuya Kuchiki hung up the phone, Kenpachi Zaraki rushed over again, asking, "Is there any hope for this woman?"
Byakuya Kuchiki did not answer, but waited quietly.
"Tsk." Kenpachi Zaraki didn't ask any further questions.
Before long, the First Advanced Relief Squad arrived from District 25. A petite figure rushed over, perched on his shoulder, and exclaimed cheerfully, " Ken-chan, did you have fun?"
"So-so," Kenpachi Zaraki replied sullenly, then asked, "Is there any hope for this woman?"
Isane Kotetsu examined the injuries, his expression grave. "Surgery to stop the bleeding is needed as soon as possible, followed by more comprehensive treatment at the General Infirmary. Only then will there be any hope of saving his life."
"That's good. If she's there, Shiraishi will definitely come looking for her."
Kenpachi Zaraki smiled; he wasn't satisfied yet. This level of combat was far from enough.
" Sakata, you assist Waseda in setting up the Purifying Air Barrier, and I will proceed with the surgery immediately."
Isane Kotetsu gave the order; it was her first time treating such a serious injury, and she couldn't help feeling a little nervous.
The two activated Purifying Air Barrier, clearing the area of heat. She placed her hands above the wound and cast Kaidō.
A ghostly green light shone on the wound, beginning to treat the injured area.
Kenpachi Zaraki had no interest in watching any longer. He looked around, wondering if Shiraishi might be hiding nearby observing the treatment.
If you look around, you might run into them.
He didn't wait; he started running, following his instincts.
Byakuya Kuchiki didn't care what the beast was doing and remained standing still.
The Kuchiki Clan is renowned as a model of nobility, with impeccable manners; they can stand still all day and remain elegant and composed.
About two hours later, Isane Kotetsu stopped Kaidō, wiped the sweat from his brow, and said weakly, "Put her on a stretcher and take her back to the General Infirmary for the next stage of surgery."
"Yes, Third Seat Kotetsu." Sakata replied energetically and began to lift the person onto the stretcher.
Isane Kotetsu her head and asked, " Captain Kuchiki, are you going back?"
"Hmm." Byakuya Kuchiki replied, taking the initiative to lead the way instead of returning at top speed.
Rukongai is not safe right now.
Several members and Seated Officer have already disappeared in Rukongai. They were either captured by the Evil Doctor Genjirō for experiments or stolen back by the Silver Flash Tsukikage Yagyū, for his own amusement.
This caused widespread panic among the Gotei 13, especially among the Shinigami stationed outside. No one could guarantee that they wouldn't encounter those two at any moment.
The calls from the lower classes to return to Seireitei are growing louder.
Under these circumstances, Byakuya Kuchiki would naturally not leave Kotetsu and the others alone.
The Fourth Division's fighting strength is widely considered to be the weakest among the Gotei 13.
Isane Kotetsu understood as well. Seeing Captain Kuchiki deliberately slowing down to wait, she thought to herself, " Captain Kuchiki isn't as cold-hearted as he looks."