Let your president enroll in my Honmaru

The days of peace have passed so leisurely and leisurely for a few days.

The teaching of Yeichi and Shiori was surprisingly fast and harmonious. The small skills of self-change belong to the precise use of spiritual power, which happens to be the field Shiori himself is good at.

In addition, there was a practice in the dream and the props developed by Kisuke Urahara.

It probably only took less than a day to see the results.

But Shiori made almost no progress in the following time, because the two of them were communicating.

Lessons learned about how to transform into a cat and back into a human without shame.

Ye Yi's practical experience is best to be careless and shameless.

But this is still somewhat difficult for Shiori.

"The more you do it, the more you get used to it."

Sifengyuan Yeyi, who had turned into a black cat, lazily slumped on Shiori's lap, enjoying the little girl's new wave of smooth hair.

Occasionally, he would nod his head to indicate that the side of her chin would also...

It looks exactly like a real cat.

"Very comfortable."

It looks really cozy and comfortable.

The black cat made a purring sound from its throat, and stretched itself quite comfortably, and even the appearance of arching its body looked extraordinarily cute.

Then she lightly landed in front of Shiori and transformed back. The lines of her body were smooth and fit, without many muscles but full of explosive power.

"You have a great figure."

Shiori was extraordinarily calm, and casually picked up the clothes on the side and handed them over.

"You see, others are not ashamed at all."

"Seeing and doing are two different things, but I probably got the point."

"tell me the story."

"If you wear clothes made of your own spirit, it is not impossible to change with the clothes. I think this is more suitable for me. I have worked hard."

Shiori clenched her fist and made an effort gesture to her chest.

Fingers flying.

It is similar to the process of the Quincy Master collecting spirit particles in the space and condensing them into light arrows. It didn't take long before a loose white robe appeared.

"The direction of your efforts seems a bit strange."

Yoruichi looked at Shiori and thought for a while that this is Ichigo's child, so it's normal to be a little conservative.

"But it is indeed a way. At least Ichigo won't be so explosive."

While talking, Shiori put on a white robe, and an orange long-haired cat appeared beside Ye Yiyi's feet. The warm peach eyes turned into golden vertical pupils, and the white circle around the neck was particularly lush, like a girdle. A circle scarf.

Because of this, it looks a bit chubby, but in this weather, it looks very warm and huggable.

The breed is like an orange cat strung with other long-haired breeds, it is a mixed blood.

Well, it is indeed mixed.

"Hmm... so Xiaoshi, will you gain weight in the future? It is said that eight out of ten orange cats will end up..."

"No way, I have never been fat since I was a child. It is because of the color of my hair that I became an orange cat."

She nimbly jumped onto Yeyi's lap.

Get down lazily.

Yeyi rubbed her little head very skillfully.

It feels really great~

On the other hand, the fusangshen who followed Shiori home did not have such a leisurely life.

When he came back from Ye Yi, he saw his own Dao Dao half paralyzed on the ground.

Sanri Yuezong seemed to be in the best condition, but he could barely maintain his signature smile, his cyan-colored hair drooped, and he knelt on the side of the field.

Wuji and Qingguang are covered with dust, and they have almost lost their image.

The only outlier in the hand field is probably Hasebe, who seems to be quite energetic as he rubs more and more courageously.

Although anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was definitely on the weak side.

With such a desperate style of play, it seems that after the fight, he must go to the Honmaru repair workshop for a walk. Shiori recalled the accelerator symbols in his hand, and there are quite a lot of them in stock.

Alas, let him be.

On the other hand, California Qingguang, who was panting heavily, saw Shiori's figure, and his face was rarely complicated.

"Ji Jun, your father's beheading technique..."

Being beaten up by the protagonist's father in the hand field, heck, no, what kind of experience is it to learn so much that you can't touch the southeast, north, east, and west.

After polarization, all aspects should have been greatly improved, and California Qingguang said that it was also significantly reflected on the battlefield.

I was a little bit suspicious of Basao.

He should be born in the sword and live on the battlefield, right? Right?

Although he has always been very clear that his lord's family is not ordinary, but this astonishing combat power still scares him.

Even after the polarization of the detection ability is difficult to fully see the speed, it is definitely a skill honed in the smoke and fire of the battlefield.There is no famous school of swordsmanship, all the experience accumulated from actual combat.

If the first three or five rounds can barely support, the body that has not been active for a long time stretches out at the end, and it is completely crushed and beaten.

The speed is too fast, whether it is a combo or the movement of the whole person.

Although using

What is used is a wooden knife, which still has the power to split the ground.

In other words, it was fortunate that he used a wooden knife, otherwise, if the other party was not particularly serious, he might have to go to the repair workshop and lie down.

Obviously his family, Ji Jun, is not good at chopping at all, and the weapon he has practiced since he was a child is the longbow of choice.

"Don't show that expression, it's okay, it's okay, it's not your problem, Dad is just used to fighting with Daohun."

Shiori waved her hands helplessly, comforting her initial knife who was obviously hit by a critical attack.

Bringing refreshments from the kitchen and pouring tea for the three of them.

"Huh?" Qing Guangguang was at a loss.

"Oh?" The old man was full of interest.

"Yeah." Little Lucky was full of obedience.

"He has been beaten countless times by his own Zanpakutō. This is one of our family's traditional arts. Your style of play is already quite well-behaved. Many of my father's Zanpakuto skills are taught by his Zanpakuto. And that one is playing with knives...like juggling."

Shizhi was expressionless, thinking of the knife that he had been playing tricks on and hadn't condensed, he had a vague premonition in his heart.

But thinking about it, it will be many years before she will condense Zanpakuto, and by then, maybe her chopping skills will not be so good, so she calms down and continues to popularize science with Qingguang.

"The Zanpakuto of our family are basically the type that has never won internally and never lost externally, but..."

"At the beginning, I will definitely beat the master severely."

"Before you beat you, you must know that he must be the one who has been beaten many times."

Thinking of Xubai Zhanyue that she had seen once, Shiori nodded calmly.

The arrogant and wild looking father didn't look like her calm personality at all, but he was surprisingly friendly to her.

"what?"

Although it does sound like they are comforting them, but...

Why do you still feel so frustrated after listening to it?

"Hahaha, isn't this a good thing? California, as blades, we should also constantly seek breakthroughs."

"Yes, taught."

Wu Ji seemed to be encouraged and cheered up.

"Yes, I will work hard."

If she becomes a little bit cuter, Ji-jun will pamper herself even more.

However, this may or may not be a good thing.

The beating they themselves received today may be doubled to someone tomorrow...

# # #

Looking at the situation at the scene, nothing major will happen, Shiori has been calm for many days

Only then did he remember that he brought back from Zhou Fangzun the fox soul that had been accumulating dust at home for several days.

Fox Soul, who had been imprisoned in the small black room for almost a week, seemed to be dying.

"Yo, are you still alive?"

The woman who was the culprit changed into soft house clothes, and poked his index finger at the crystal wall that he had bumped into for three days without any flaws, speaking contemptuously.

"..."

"It doesn't matter if you don't answer, anyway, the two of us hate each other, so I will throw you away today."

She took out a box with a strange red and black color scheme, and tore open the courier slip that came with it.

[Delivery from Hell, received by Ghost Lantern Hall, First Assistant Officer of the Fifth Hall Yan Mo King. 】

Post the courier bill with extra care.

Then attach a text message with the package.

【Respect:

Long time greetings, I am very sorry.

Thank you for the dried snapdragon grass last time. I heard that it is the training period for new prison guards recently, so here are the experimental materials for use. 】

The wording was polite and formal, euphemistically expressing his experience and his little wish not to let this fox go.

In addition, although the fox spirit looks like an animal on the surface, it is still human in essence, and it is not furry at all, so there is no need to worry about triggering Mr. Ghost Lantern's fluff control.

I don't have to do anything, and I can still use waste and return a favor. It's really awesome to think about it.

She hummed a Japanese nursery rhyme with a slightly weird melody, and tapped the table with a melody.

After a while, a hazy car with a human face appeared outside the window.

"sorry to bother you."

"No, no, it's just work. Speaking of which, Miss, it's really amazing. I know a big man. It's an honor to be able to deliver such a courier."

After launching the taxi business in Hell, Hazy Car Co., Ltd. has developed the express delivery business between the two sides of the Taiwan Strait.

"It's done."

After finishing all this, Shiori put this little matter behind her with satisfaction.

I made an appointment with my friends and planned to return to Yokohama at home for the last time.

however--

Standing in the familiar void and fog again.

Shizhi pushed away the clouds and mist, but found that there was something more on top of her head.

It is a long sword, with almost transparent chains wrapped around the sword. It is a sword-shaped energy crystal that exudes huge energy without careful feeling, but it still looks illusory.

It's over.

Why was she bound forcibly? !

"This is the compensation I planned to give from the beginning."

The enigmatic boy whom I haven't seen for a long time looks very natural.

并

And try to assure her that he is not evil.

"The ability given is the most suitable for you. The power of the colorless position is the most changeable, and it is also controllable for you. In addition, you have the power to refuse, and you will never drop the sword easily."

The stone slab under his feet was connected to Shiori, and the resonance of energy began, and a large amount of data and information poured into Shiori's brain.

The sword of Damocles, which was still somewhat illusory above his head, became more and more solid.

"I appreciate your kindness, but I don't want to be a king..."

Shiori made a bitter face.

If I had known this, I wouldn't have sent the fox soul to the hell in another world.

Even if it's just to occupy a place beside her.

Sure enough, one should not be too complacent.

She kept staring at the position of gold because of the rejection of Vientiane, which was slightly collided with the fate attribute, forgetting that the most flexible of all kings should be colorless...

Don't talk to her, she wants to be quiet.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Slate: give the gift solemnly and wink expectantly

Shiori: Slate does not understand people's hearts.jpg (King Arthur does not understand people's hearts.jpg) tears

Dao Dao was hit by Ichigo, and Shiori was hit by a slate.

Today is the Good Friday of the five people in Honmaru, it can be called a tragedy in the world, it is too miserable to be posted on the public screen (comment area) (bu)