From a bird's-eye view, the entire Seireitei doesn't appear particularly large.
Only by zooming in and even immersing oneself in it can one truly grasp just how enormous the area of Seireitei is.
What appears as a black line from above could very well be a road stretching for several kilometers on the ground.
This road is not straight ahead; it consists of N forks, and each fork leads to a new fork, thus forming a perfect closed loop.
Those unfamiliar with its structure are like running through a giant maze; no matter how hard they run, they see no hope of getting out.
As for rooftops, walls, and attics, these high vantage points may contain Reishi traps, so venturing there rashly requires careful consideration of one's luck.
Shiraishi didn't think he could avoid all bad luck, so he just kept running on the ground with Kūkaku Shiba on his back.
There was another fork in the road ahead, looking much the same as the previous ones. He gritted his teeth and decided to turn right.
He Spiritual Sense someone on his right and quickly turned to his left.
A short while later, members of the 11th Division came running past, shouting as they searched for the intruders.
Shiraishi had already turned another corner and continued running. The scorching sun made the ground hot, and even the wind blowing on his cheeks carried a bit of heat.
"Should we find a shady spot to rest for a bit?"
Kūkaku Shiba couldn't help but speak up, "Don't be fooled by how thin this punishment suit looks, as if it's breathable. In reality, it's very airtight and doesn't allow any air to pass through at all."
The hot wind that blew by, even if it lingered briefly, would make her feel as if she were sitting by a fire.
My chest felt very hot and stuffy, as if anything I stuffed into it would be cooked.
"Okay." Shiraishi agreed with her suggestion. After running for a while, they came to a huge square with pavilions on top.
Seireitei has many empty buildings, some used as resting places, and others built purely for aesthetic reasons.
Shiraishi didn't notice any Reiatsu inside. He carefully pushed open the door, closed it, and found that there were only a few straw mats on the floor inside, without even a blanket, making it seem very desolate.
The cool air made it less hot inside than outside. Shiraishi put Kūkaku Shiba down, tugging at his collar and saying, "It's so hot, you."
He paused, realizing he hadn't noticed while running, but after resting, he saw that Kūkaku Shiba's uniform was almost transparent from the sweat, making his flesh-colored skin appear and disappear.
"It's so hot," Kūkaku Shiba muttered, grabbing the opening of his uniform at the abdomen and tearing it open, revealing beads of sweat streaming down his fair, snow-white skin.
What do you want to do?
Shiraishi was so amazed that he couldn't look away. Whether it was the small cherries that had just been pulled out of the water or the magnificent primeval forest, everything deeply attracted his attention.
I really want to take a bite.
"Could you please tone down your gaze, which seems designed to devour me? If you can't hold it in, you can have this."
Kūkaku Shiba casually tossed the torn Xing clothes over, feeling no embarrassment at being seen naked. The reason she and Yoruichi Shihōin were such good friends was because they shared the same fetishes.
Shiraishi smiled awkwardly, holding Xing Fu in his hand. The fabric felt smooth to the touch and carried a slight warmth from Xing Fu's body. He really wanted to pick it up and smell it.
But that would make me seem too perverted.
He resisted the urge, and with one hand untied the leather jacket from his waist and tossed it over, saying, "Use this to block it."
"Thank you," Kūkaku Shiba said, catching the leather jacket and adding jokingly, "Want to watch it a little longer?"
Shiraishi glared at him and said, "If it weren't for the inappropriate occasion, I would have shown you what happens when you try to seduce me."
"I'm so scared~" Kūkaku Shiba replied with a grin, her hands not stopping as she tied her leather jacket diagonally around her waist, knotting the two sleeves at her left waist. Most of the jacket covered her left thigh, while her right thigh was completely exposed.
A faint patch of black was visible.
Shiraishi stared wide-eyed. His original intention was to have Kūkaku wrapped up, but he didn't expect her to be dressed like this.
"Do you want to use Xingfu?" Kūkaku Shiba, one hand on his hip.
Shiraishi snapped out of his daze and shook his head, saying, "I'm not that kind of person."
"Then give it back to me."
Kūkaku Shiba snatched Xingfu back, twisted it hard, and a lot of sweat dripped to the ground. She shook it off, then tied it back around her chest, covering the pink area beneath her fair skin.
Her entire outfit instantly became trendy.
Shiraishi looked so thirsty.
Kūkaku Shiba stretched, letting the breeze caress her body, and said with a grin, "This makes me much cooler."
"This outfit is worse than being naked," Shiraishi complained. The way it reveals a little but not all of it is more eye-catching than being completely naked, especially that little bit of darkness.
Even though I know I can't see it, my gaze still can't help but drift towards it.
"You're such a pervert, wanting me to stay naked all the time."
Kūkaku Shiba rolled her eyes. She wasn't an innocent little girl; her bold personality made her very open about these kinds of topics, without any hesitation or coyness.
As the saying goes, if you don't even have the courage to be naked in front of others, how can you be considered open and honest?
Shiraishi said irritably, "Please, you tore it first, okay? Changing clothes in front of me, a grown man, do you like me or what?"
Kūkaku Shiba stroked his chin and said, "It's hard to say before, but you risked your life to save me. To say I didn't have a good impression of you would be an overly rational person."
Tsk tsk, you always seem to run into me when I make a fool of myself. The night my older brother died, at the Tsunayashiro Clan, in the Shin'ō Underground Great: The Jail.
Did you have designs on me all along?
"Yes, I'm very fond of you, Miss Kūkaku."
Kūkaku Shiba raised his Riot Games and lightly punched his chest. "Stop being sarcastic. Hey, Isshin wonder what Uncle Isshin is up to all of a sudden in the World of the Living."
Shiraishi said the truth in a serious tone, "He must have fallen hopelessly in love with a human girl, and was willing to give up his identity Shinigami to stay there."
"Hey, I'll really get angry if you make jokes like that."
Kūkaku Shiba raised an eyebrow; she displayed a magnanimity that most men lacked in many matters.
However, she becomes extremely petty when it comes to the reputation of her family and friends, to the point that she won't allow anyone to trample on it.
"Feel sorry."
"Forget it, I can make any jokes I want, but I can't jokes about my family."
Kūkaku Shiba forgave him and asked the question that concerned her most, "How did you infiltrate Seireitei?"
" Nemu and I hid in the Seireitei's convoy of the Ōmaeda Gem Company. We were lucky to rescue you."
Shiraishi spoke, he sighed deeply, a hint of worry in his eyes—not for his future, but for Nemu Kurotsuchi, who was left behind.
I wonder if the Fourth Division arrived at the scene to provide assistance?
Wanting to know the answer, he activated his Spiritual Sense to search back, trying to find out where Isane Kotetsu's Reiatsu was. "Huh, this guy."
Shiraishi unexpectedly discovered that another Reiatsu was rapidly heading towards that location.