Shiraishi's outfit has a modern feel: a gold leather jacket, a white T-shirt, black cargo pants, and sneakers.
The leather jacket features the Aape logo on the back, depicting a round-faced smiling face wearing a black hood and only showing a mouth.
His T-shirt also had one in the front, but it was often covered by his shoulder bag.
Kūkaku Shiba put it on, and the normal smile on her round face turned terrifying, as if she was about to be torn in two at any moment, her expression tense and taut.
Her navel was faintly visible at her waist.
The chest area showed a distinct bulge, resembling two large periods.
Compared to the tight-fitting upper body that looked like it was about to burst, the cargo pants below appeared somewhat loose, highlighting her pert buttocks.
"Your top is too small," she complained, pulling down the black turtleneck of her T-shirt, but not about the faint smell of male sweat.
"It's much better than what you were wearing earlier."
Shiraishi replied that he wasn't wearing a chef's uniform, but rather a white apron and a leather jacket tied around his waist, so that he would be covered from the front and back.
As for his arms and back, it's perfectly normal for a man to expose them in the middle of summer.
Kūkaku Shiba pouted, not thinking that her current outfit was any better than before; at least the difference wasn't so obvious.
"Forget it," she said, too lazy to argue, glancing at the noodles on the table. "Let's eat."
"Um."
Shiraishi picked up the ramen and blew on it a few times. The rich aroma lingered at the tip of his nose. He took a sip of the broth, and his tongue trembled.
He had thought Nemu's cooking skills were at a chef's level, but after tasting this soup, he realized what a real chef's skill level was.
The broth is rich and flavorful, so much so that you can almost see a cow mooing on the grassland.
This soup is incredibly pure.
Shiraishi picked up his chopsticks and slurped up the ramen noodles with gusto. The ingredients were plentiful, a perfect balance of meat and vegetables that prevented it from being too rich.
After finishing one bowl, a plate of pan-fried salmon was served, and he continued eating, with the entire kitchen bustling around for the two of them.
The dishes were served very quickly, Shiraishi ate until he was stuffed before reluctantly calling it a day. "I really can't eat anymore, it's so delicious, it's a pity I don't have any money on me."
"It's alright." Unlike Shiraishi Kūkaku Shiba wasn't a country bumpkin; the level here wasn't far from being impressive to her.
It's just so-so.
Shiraishi, taken aback by her ordinariness, skipped the topic of food and asked, "Has your Reiatsu recovered?"
"Fully recovered." Kūkaku Shiba touched her lower abdomen; the large amount of food had restored her Reiatsu from weakness to its peak.
"Okay, let's go."
Shiraishi casually wiped the corner of his mouth, bowed, and said, "Thank you for your hospitality, goodbye."
A Steel Tempest vanished from here.
Kūkaku Shiba followed with Shunpo. Although she couldn't penetrate the crowd, she could move freely in the air by stepping on the walls of buildings.
The two arrived at the entrance of the noble street in no time. Shiraishi pushed open the door and jumped out through a small gap.
call.
The third and Fourth Seat noticed a breeze.
The vice-captain of the 6th Division opened his eyes, then narrowed them, pretending not to see. He was old and far from having the passion of his youth; he could close one eye rather than open it.
The Luffy by as the two hurried toward the Hakutōmon.
Shiraishi wanted to eat, partly because he was hungry, and partly because he wanted to restore Kūkaku's Reiatsu so that Kūkaku wouldn't need his protection anymore.
Running on your back like that wouldn't be nearly as fast as doing it this way.
call.
Kūkaku Shiba suddenly stopped, coming to a steady halt behind Shiraishi, about to ask why she had stopped.
She already knew the reason: the Reishi in the air, surging, took on colors visible to the naked eye, eventually condensing into a human shape.
Black inside and white outside, he was dressed exactly like the Shinigami's captain.
He looked like a listless young nobleman, always wearing a gloomy expression like a dead fish.
Her eyes flashed with wariness as she asked, "Who are you?"
" Sōya Azashiro."
The man answered expressionlessly, his black hair neatly combed back, with two sideburns resembling cockroach antennae hanging down in front.
His tone was flat and indifferent, without much emotional fluctuation.
Kūkaku Shiba frowned. Among the current captains, is there anyone named Sōya Azashiro?
Seeing her confusion, the man added, "I am the Eighth Kenpachi; you can also call me Kenpachi Azashiro."
"The eighth generation?!" Kūkaku Shiba exclaimed in astonishment. She remembered that the current Kenpachi Zaraki was the eleventh generation.
Kenpachi's succession ceremony involves killing the previous Kenpachi.
The Eighth Kenpachi should have died long ago.
Unlike Kūkaku Shiraishi n't have as many doubts, but asked somewhat curiously, "What do you want with me?"
"Shut up," Sōya Azashiro suddenly said, then turned to him and said, "I want to form an alliance with you."
"Does he have something wrong with this?"
Kūkaku Shiba pointed to his head and whispered in Shiraishi's ear.
A person whose words and actions are inconsistent seems mentally unstable, and that Captain's Haori is very likely a counterfeit.
"Perhaps he has other reasons," Shiraishi replied vaguely, not wanting to say that Sōya Azashiro's "shut up" was directed at the Zanpakuto spirit.
That would expose a big problem: how did he know the other person's secret? It would be complicated to explain, so he might as well pretend he didn't know.
"How did you come up with the idea of allying with me?"
"I've heard about your deeds. Even though you were wanted by the Seireitei, you remained steadfast in your dedication to purifying Hollows. I think we should share the same goal: to purify all Hollows."
Sōya Azashiro slowly replied that although he had been trapped in the Muken for a long time, he was able to use his Bankai ability to eavesdrop on everything in the Seireitei and knew a lot of information.
He discarded most of the intelligence as garbage, remembering only the few useful pieces.
Clearly, a powerful individual who is passionate about purifying the void is someone he should pay attention to.
Kūkaku Shiba couldn't help but say, "Kill all the Hollows? You probably don't know where the Hollows come from."
"Of course I understand. I will try to eliminate the birth of the Void at its root. I have a general idea, but whether it can be realized depends on further improvements. Until then, I hope to receive Shiraishi Shiraishi's assistance."
Sōya Azashiro's tone remained calm, without any unnecessary emotions of mockery or anger arising from the ridicule. He always required himself to remain rational.
This is a madman, Kūkaku Shiba could tell. The other party was very serious about purifying all Hollows, not out of ignorance, but because he knew everything and still made that judgment.
This strategy of indiscriminately purifying Hollows goes against the tradition of the Shiba Clan, who see Hollows as fallen souls, but not entirely beyond redemption.
Some illusions are worth redeeming.
"If you can find a way to freely enter and exit Hueco Mundo, I'll join forces with you."
Shiraishi harbored no hatred for nothingness, nor did he seek redemption; his motivation was purely for experience.
Sōya Azashiro replied, "With my abilities, I can control the actions of a Hollow and open the Garganta to travel between Soul Society and Hueco Mundo."
Upon hearing this, Shiraishi greeted him with great enthusiasm, "Good brother, when are we going to Hueco Mundo?"
Sōya Azashiro said, "Wait until I think of a way."
"Killing while thinking won't delay things."
Shiraishi's words had no effect, Sōya Azashiro never acted without reason; he would never enter Hueco Mundo before he had made up his mind. " Zaraki is stationed at the Hakutōmon. I'll send you away from Seireitei first as a sign of sincerity."