Chapter 63 Meeting with the Big Four
"Sanada-senpai, he's gone now." Seeing Kirihara-kun visibly sigh in relief, I suddenly hit him again. "Everyone else is upstairs. If you don't leave now, Liu-senpai will come down later—"
"Woohoo! I'm going to go, I'm going to go, you are not allowed to tell on me to the seniors!"
If you don't want me to complain, then don't cause so much trouble.
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at someone, watching him walk away without even bothering to argue with him, saying, "Anyway, we're definitely going to win the Kanto Tournament!" I exchanged a glance with the helpless Kuwabara-senpai, then looked at the people in the ward.
Kirihara pulled down a wave of hatred, which was good. Except for the brown-haired boy with squinty eyes on the hospital bed, I saw that the eyes of others were not very friendly.
"Well, that idiot always spoke like that. Thanks for not beating him up today."
"You, are you on Chiye's side or scolding him?"
Well—both.
“…That’s easy to say.”
"Xiao Xing."
The short-haired girl named Xiao Xing glared at me: "My brother is already in the hospital, what's the point of saying this now?"
Hey, I'm not sleepy anymore now that you're talking about this.
"Was your brother's foot injury caused by Kirihara? I don't remember that?"
She was stunned for a moment, biting her lip and not saying anything.
"Or do you think it would be better to let that idiot sympathize with your brother lying in the hospital bed?"
"I never thought of that!"
"That's it," I said, throwing up my hands. "Sympathy is an insult to a brave man who would rather play injured than back down. After all, this isn't a practice match; winning is what matters."
The ward fell silent. I didn't give the other party a chance to retort and continued, "Take good care of your injuries. We won't disturb you anymore." After that, I left the room with Senior Kuwabara.
As we were going upstairs, the silent Kuwahara-senpai suddenly said, "...You just said it very well."
I was actually thinking about Yukimura-san, who's still in the hospital room and has surgery tomorrow. Even though the odds are slim, even though there's a chance he might never play tennis again for the rest of his life, he and the others still harbor the dream of going to the national tournament together.
Regardless of the school, the desire to win and compete with their friends is undoubtedly the same. That's why the Fudomine captain would rather face a strong opponent despite an injured foot.
"Thanks for the compliment, but if the person in question wasn't Kirihara-kun, I wouldn't have had to say anything more." I sighed helplessly. Since the person in question was a certain seaweed, the difficulty was doubled. "I often wonder what's going on in that guy's brain." He's clearly a simple idiot who believes in Santa Claus and ghosts, but when he speaks, he acts so arrogantly that he almost wants to be beaten.
Kuwabara-senpai obviously didn't know either: "Well, maybe this is Akaya's characteristic."
Because the minister had surgery the next day, we were only in the ward for a short while when the nurse politely but firmly kicked us out. It was Saturday again, and training was over. Everyone cheered each other on at the door before saying goodbye and preparing for tomorrow's game.
And I took out my cell phone and looked at the message I received yesterday.
There is still about an hour until the time agreed with Zhi Wanjun, so it should be just in time to get there.
To be honest, I was a little scared when I received his call yesterday.
After all, Sanlang is inseparable from him, so it would be awkward to meet him at this time.
"Are you free tomorrow? Let's meet up and talk, you and I."
The other party's deliberate emphasis on "you and me" made me feel relieved, but at the same time, I was worried. Could it be that Zhiwan knew something?
"Ah, long time no see, Jiu, Xiaoyan."
At the agreed location, I met Shiman Ango, whom I hadn't seen for a few days. He looked well, but -
"Didn't you say we were the only two meeting?"
"Well, things have changed."
"Haha, sorry, sorry, considering that the full moon is coming in a few days, we can only disturb you without permission."
A tall, muscular man, who at first glance could be mistaken for a gang leader, smiled heartily. Next to him sat a sullen-looking, blond, blue-eyed, stunning beauty whose gender was impossible to discern.
"Nice to meet you. My name is Muyun, and this is my friend Benten."
"Who is your partner? It sounds disgusting. Stop calling him that."
“…”
Although the beauty is beautiful, her words are very ruthless. But why do I feel that he looks a little familiar?
"Don't be so disrespectful to me, Benten. As one of the four giants, and on the same side, we're nothing but partners."
The "Big Four"? Are they the four demons who control the four elements that Urahara Kisuke and Shiman mentioned before?
Wow, they sent out two of the Big Four to stop me. This is really... should I say "I am very honored and humbled"?
"I originally wanted to talk to you alone, but who knew that Benten would hear us."
"You little brat, if I hadn't heard you, you'd still be trying to hide this!" The beauty quickly pulled a cigarette from her pocket and placed it between her lips. She was about to light it, but for some reason her hand stopped. "It's almost a full moon, so we need to use all our fighting power. Do you still want to take it all on alone?"
He is not wrong.
"Well, I'll just get straight to the point. Little girl, what happened between you and Saburo?"
My first reaction was to turn my head to look at Zhiwan, who was squeezed into the same row with me because of his body shape.
"Ah, it has nothing to do with that Ango brat. It's just that there are many monsters with keen noses, and he just happened to smell something. Technically speaking, he still found out from us."
Damn, I forgot Black Rose is a hellhound, and dogs have very keen noses.
"So that's what really happened, huh?"
I had nothing to say and could only nod silently.
Mr. Cong Yun frowned, crossed his arms and looked at me: "So what are your plans?"
"On the night of the full moon, I wouldn't have met Sanlang unless it was absolutely necessary." The people sitting before me were centuries-old monsters, so lying was pointless, so I decided to be frank. "Honestly, I still haven't gotten over it." I wasn't even sure if the person I spoke to that night was still my brother.
"In that case, why not just let it go?"
"Benten!"
The beauty ignored Mr. Cong Yun: "Anyway, you are the god of death, and you have nothing to do with monsters."
For a moment, the only sounds around us were the chatter of other people in the store and the soft clatter of cups and bowls.
"If I leave and Sanlang becomes a ghost again, wouldn't Auntie be left alone?" I touched the cup, my cold fingertips tinged with warmth. "It's not nice to be alone, especially being left alone without knowing anything. Besides, Sanlang didn't choose to be a descendant of ghosts on his own initiative."
In this case, as his family member and someone who has the ability, why should I choose to retreat at this time?
"I just want to protect them, and this is also the most important school rule that the Shinigami learned when they entered school."
It is the duty of the Grim Reaper to protect his companions, friends, family, and humanity.
It was said that when the Gotei 13 was first established, this rule did not exist. However, over the long years, it was unknown whether the original founder, the old man, had realized something and established this rule in Mao.
"My heart is small, it can't hold so many people, and I don't want to." I picked up the cup and gently sniffed the light tea fragrance. "But I can't bear to watch those who have shown kindness to me fall into pain." Looking at the monster in front of me, I curled my lips slightly. "I'm sure Sanlang hasn't told you that he's actually very afraid of being beheaded for no reason."
"He certainly didn't say that."
You see, it’s true.
"Humura..."
"Really? You humans always think so much." Benten interrupted what Shiwan was about to say, leaning back in his chair and glancing at me with his chin raised. "You're so selfish most of the time, but you can be so generous at strange times."
“Humans are such complex creatures.”
However, at the beginning, I actually didn’t understand these things.
Those who hurt you must be repaid double, and it doesn't matter if you abandon others in order to survive. If your power is known to others, then just leave.
Only after meeting them did I know what it felt like to have “human hearts”.
"I understand." Mr. Congyun nodded and drew a circle on the table with his finger. "Then on the day of the full moon, I'll trouble Miss Jiujing to join me and my subordinates in patrolling the perimeter." As he spoke, he tapped the table with his knuckles. "As for the izakaya where Saburo is, you, Ango, will be in charge. Is that okay?"
"no problem."
"OK."
"Come to think of it, you've met that kid Jixiang before, right?"
……who?
Benten smacked his lips impatiently. "The guy who got half of his body frozen by the Grim Reaper and finally escaped."
Ah, I remember now, the little blond Tengu who said Toshiro was cute!
"That guy is a wind monster. He'll probably bring his subordinates with him next time he attacks. Be careful not to get ambushed."
Hey, Mr. Benten, he looks difficult to get along with but he actually spoke to remind me, could it be that he is actually a nice person?
"Thank you. I'll keep an eye on it." Just in case, I added, "Are you and he familiar with each other?"
This reminded me of it. It's hard to tell whether a man or a woman is a boy or a girl just by looking at his appearance. Plus, he mentioned wind-type monsters right away, and he knows Jixiang so well. Could they be from the same clan?
"That guy is my brother for now." He picked up the lighter on the table and lit a cigarette. "What? Are you too soft-hearted to do it?"
How could that be?
"I'm just worried I won't be able to control the strength."
As I said that, I put the cup back on the table and added with a smile.
"Let me ask you beforehand. If we face the enemy, do you need to keep any of them alive?"
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Author's words: Homura said something very remarkable with a smile on her face.
There was no other way, after all, he was Master Shan's disciple! And she had never left any of these Xu alive!
The part about Xiao Haikai, really, after all, he was a little idiot who once visited the sick and gave them potted plants. Even if this plot was in the comics, I guess... (holding my head)
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