Chapter 43 About Jiujing Brothers and Sisters
Of course I thought so!
In particular, before his arrival in the human world, Tessai-san was the leader of the Seireitei Kidōshu. In short, he was a powerful figure whose influence lingered even after leaving Soul Society. It seems he also constructed the space and barrier beneath the shop.
If he is willing to teach, of course I am willing to learn!
I just don’t know why Mr. Urahara always looked like he wanted to say something but was hesitant. When I asked him what was wrong, he just shook his fan and said, “It’s great to be young.”
Why keep it a secret? At worst, you can ask Miss Yoruichi and Toushirou, humph!
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"Oh—the county competition is coming up soon."
The next day at noon, I had just finished discussing the information related to zone-00 with Jinghua and sat down at my seat when I heard the people behind me sighing.
"What are you afraid of? You've always performed very stably." This morning I saw him being scolded by Vice Minister Sanada for being late.
"You don't understand." Kirihara tilted his head and slumped over the table, appearing listless. "It's just like final exams. People always get nervous around that time."
You talk as if you can ace your final exam like you can in tennis.
"And the minister's surgery date is getting closer, ouch—"
"You look like you're the one who performed the surgery, not Yukimura-senpai."
"I'm worried, worried, understand?"
I think you have too little training pressure, so you still have time to think about random things.
"Okay, I'll tell Senior Liu to increase your training volume during this afternoon's training."
"Ah! Devil! Jiu Jing is a devil! Why are you becoming more and more like Minister Sanada?!"
That's because I understand the hard work that Sanada-senpai goes through! What kind of problem children are the regular players in the tennis club?
Just as he was about to complain about Kirihara, some strange whispers sounded in his ears at an inopportune moment.
"Look, she's talking to Kirihara-kun again."
"After all, he's the manager of the tennis club..."
"I saw it earlier - Senior greeted her -"
"Wow, there's such a thing?"
Ahem, sometimes having too sensitive ears isn’t good either.
Pulling my attention back, I started teasing the kelp-headed guy again: "Anyway, if you train hard, won't that give you the confidence to do well in the competition?"
"Humph, it's just a county competition, what's so difficult about it?"
Goodness, who was that sighing just now? He almost made me laugh: "Then wouldn't it be better if you kept striving for perfection and could kill everyone?"
"That seems to make sense." Kirihara scratched his hair thoughtfully, looked up at me, and suddenly said, "By the way, why do I feel like you seem a little different these past two days?"
"Your skill in changing the subject is terrible."
"No, it's real!" He was anxious and gestured with his hands. "Just, something feels weird? But the hairstyle too, ah! I know!" The boy said, pointing at my hair excitedly. "It's a headdress, a headdress, you didn't wear this before."
"...You finally figured it out."
Today I am wearing the hair ornaments that I picked out with Ran and the others over the weekend. Mr. Akutagawa's appearance did not interfere with our shopping plans.
"Jinghua noticed it yesterday."
By the way, I also bought a hairpin and a comb that suited him very well, and also bought some clothes for a few other people. Anyway, it would be dark by the time we got home.
"Eh, who would normally pay attention to this place?" Kirihara was still trying to make excuses for himself. "But it is indeed better looking than your previous one. That smiley face looks like it was drawn on, a bit childish."
Actually, it’s just a painting.
"Because I bought it when I was a kid." I subconsciously touched the new hairband on my head. "But I accidentally lost it a few days ago, so I bought a new one."
"I see. Have you ever looked for it where it was lost?"
I looked at his clueless expression and smiled: "No."
After all, I was the one who tore that thing off and threw it away with my own hands.
During the afternoon training camp, I didn't mention increasing the workload to Yanagi-senpai. After all, I was just joking with Kirihara, and I felt he was working hard enough already. Nothing should be overdone. Overtraining can only increase stress and even affect performance on match day.
When Longyue was competing for the position of the chief officer, he missed the sixth seat he had always dreamed of because of the recurrence of an old injury he suffered during practice.
She cried with me for a long time.
The same goes for me. If it weren't for Captain Unohana's treatment and Captain Ukitake's frequent chats and heart-to-heart talks with me, I would probably have collapsed mentally from the pressure long ago.
As the training was coming to an end, an uninvited guest suddenly appeared on the edge of the field.
"Hey, Jiu Jing classmate."
"Zhi Wan-kun?!"
His blond hair was so conspicuous that I even subconsciously looked around to see if there were any teachers on patrol.
However, he seemed to have expected this and explained naturally, "Your school has already been dismissed. I asked the teacher at the door before coming here."
"I see." What else could I say? "What brings you to Rikkai University?"
"I came to see you."
At this moment, the whistle sounded, marking the end of training.
I glanced behind me and saw that the students from the tennis club had already started to gather, so I said to Zhiwan, "Wait for me at the school gate."
He probably came here for Saburo's matter, and I also wanted to investigate something about zone-00.
Fifteen minutes later, I packed up my things and left the tennis club first, and met Shiman Ango at the school gate smoothly.
"Sorry to have kept you waiting."
The first match of the county tournament is this weekend, and the tennis club has been quite busy lately.
"It doesn't matter."
He shook his head, and I glanced at him and saw that he was not holding anything like a schoolbag in his hand.
Didn’t you go to school today?
The conversation was finally held at a fast food restaurant not far from the school.
At this time, most of the students were about to go home, and there were not many people on the second floor. We sat by the window, and through the glass, we could just see the sea surface shimmering in the sunset.
"Okay, so what brings you to me today, Zhiwan-kun?"
"Jiu Jing, I mean your brother, he's been a little listless lately."
“…” That Sanlang, actually so listless?
"Of course, that's just my feeling, because his appearance and behavior are no different from before." The boy picked up the fries we ordered and put them back in the box. "How should I put it... he seems more absent-minded than before?"
I wiped away the water droplets accumulated on the drink cup bit by bit without answering.
"Jiu Jing, you're a Shinsengumi, right?"
I suddenly looked up at the boy, our eyes meeting. Those green eyes held neither teasing nor probing, but a steady expression. After a few seconds, Zhiwan began to laugh.
"It just so happens that someone in my family was chosen to do the same thing before, so I know a little bit about it."
"Have you told Saburo?"
The faint smile on his face disappeared: "Yes."
Nothing to say.
"Aren't you angry?"
I rubbed my fingers soaked by water droplets and picked up a tissue: "It's okay, after all, he has begun to doubt me." And those monsters can see that my sword is a Tsukumogami. Even if Zhiwan doesn't say it, he will be able to find out this from other channels one day.
"Then, your brother told me a story."
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Zhiwan Anwu looked at the girl sitting in front of him. She had long red hair, which was unique to the Jiujing family and seemed to indicate her identity as a member of that clan.
But unlike Jiujing and her son, the girl has a pair of red eyes.
It looks like blood, and also like a blazing flame.
Kyujo Saburo said that he met his cousin when he was suddenly taken to a nursing home by his mother one day.
The boy had no impression of the aunt who only appeared in family photos. When he first saw his sister, he just thought that the girl lying on the hospital bed receiving an IV looked too weak and cautious, and not interesting at all.
At that time, his sister's surname was still Hongxiang.
Hongo, a well-known surname among entrepreneurs. That family controlled over half of the country's major companies or shares. Even the Zhiwan family, when pursuing a legitimate business, needed to deal with Hongo's companies.
Jiu Jing's sister was actually a member of the Hongo family, which he never expected.
"When I was little, Homura and I weren't really close. My mom loved her, but I just thought she was weak, always sick, and didn't live with us," the boy casually told his friend, bouncing a soccer ball. "Later, her health got better, but we saw each other less and less, probably only twice a year. Once in August and once on New Year's Day. Now that I think about it, she might have already become a Shinsengumi by then."
However, something happened between them during their New Year's visit.
That day, his sister returned home to celebrate the New Year with them as planned. His mother took the two children to the shrine, and the family went to worship together during the New Year's Eve, hoping to have a good start in the new year.
"There was nothing wrong along the way. But when we got home, Mom was too tired and fell asleep first. I saw Xiao Yan secretly go to get the medicine box."
"She had a long gash on her leg that had opened up from walking."
The football flew out from his knees, fell to the ground, hit the ground a few times and then stopped moving.
"She told me to keep it a secret from Mom and said it was nothing... How could it be nothing? The gauze was stuck to her flesh, and the clothes underneath were stained red, but she walked all the way there, and she didn't say a word when the dressing was changed."
From that time on, Kyujo Saburo changed his opinion of his sister.
"She cares too much about my mom and my feelings, sometimes even forcing herself to do so." The boy scratched his hair and tied the hairband his sister had discarded. "Honestly, if Homura knew this, I don't know what she would do."
Zhiwan Anwu quietly swallowed Jiu Jing's last words to him and looked at the girl in front of him again.
Yes, what will happen?
"I might kill your brother."
As if possessed by a ghost, he revealed the cruel truth to the person in front of him.
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Author's Note: How should I put it? Just like Haku knows Homura, Saburo also knows her quite well. He knew that Homura would definitely get involved if she found out about the monsters, so he chose to avoid talking about it.
His statement of "I don't know what she'll do" refers to whether Homura will resort to extreme measures to kill monsters or humans to protect him. In the original story, Shiman and Jiujing share a common destiny, fighting each other and only one of them can survive.
Either kill Zhiwan or wipe out the hostile monsters, either way is hell... He is still a brother after all, he can't put the blame on his sister.
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