Chapter 126 What's wrong with raising pigs
After sending off the boss who was most likely never to return, Ms. Suzuki's life returned to a more stable stage.
She relaxed her mind and slept for three days. When she woke up, she felt that the flowers were red and the willows were green. If she were given a glass of ice-cold fat house happy water, and could burp continuously after drinking it - then her summer would be really perfect!
It's time to find a way home.
Miss Suzuki stretched herself in the morning sun, and in a trance she even saw the old wooden boards surrounding the Bone-Eating Well in the bright sunlight.
Because her current personality is that of a single-minded idiot, Sonoko didn't make any special excuses. When the chief shrine maiden came to give her new clothes, she naturally asked, "I heard there's a bone-eating well near Musashino..."
She blinked and stretched her neck forward. "Can I go take a look?"
Logically speaking, if the silly child just wanted to go out and play, and nothing unexpected happened, the adults would have agreed after a moment of hesitation...
Finally, the witch took a sip of tea (why did she always drink tea?) and shook her head calmly.
"no."
"Why!?"
Miko: ...Such a big reaction?
The witch then humbly asked, "Do you need to go there for something?"
Yuanzi wanted to nod in agreement. She would just jump into the well when she got there, without having to worry about who would clean up the mess. However, the witch aunt put down her teacup, her face as stern as a principal checking on the morning reading.
"Even if you have something to do, you have to wait."
The dean looked at her, sighed, looked at her again, and sighed again.
"Look how thin you have become..."
Yuanzi thought to herself, I look much better after losing weight. Do you understand my literary and artistic temperament?
What she lacked most in the first half of her life was this kind of temperament that seemed to improve her IQ and EQ.
However, the witch aunt shook her head, pretending she couldn't understand the criticism written on her face, and said, "The health of a god's body is an important indicator of its power and health. You..."
She originally wanted to say "You were murdered" here, but before she opened her mouth, she remembered that the prince in front of her was throwing a tantrum and refused to let others say that the Pachi priest was "guilty". She was afraid that this word would irritate her sensitive nerves and make her have another attack on the spot. She would not say anything nice but just scream and shout.
The aunt then gathered her words and sighed, "Your divine body has been eroded for a long time. Although it didn't ultimately cause the loss of your godhood, the consumption was too great. Even for your own sake, you will need to recuperate for a long time."
After saying that, she took out a wooden sign and broke it open on the spot. With a crisp sound, the voice of the oldest Mr. Aku, the Kamisama Yuuki, who had been here several times before, came from inside.
The old man in the sign chuckled and said, "Do you still smell like a god of fortune?"
After hearing this, Yuanzi raised his eyebrows and lowered his head unnaturally to sniff the back of his hand.
...Does it taste good?
The witch aunt pretended not to notice her puppy's blind sniffing as if it saw a stranger. After putting down the wooden sign that had lost its spirituality, she conveyed the second reason why she was not allowed to run around and had to rest.
——Marrying the family of a foreign god is a public occasion with the theme of [The Majesty of Shinto]. In short, it is a large-scale face-saving project.
As one of the two most important exhibits on the day of the project, she had to dress herself up to be worthy of the occasion!
Being bright and beautiful are the basic requirements, while being serious and solemn is the ultimate goal.
Miss Suzuki listened to this long string with a complicated expression, thinking to herself, why are you looking at me like that? I can be said to be very experienced in this kind of business...
Before she finished speaking, her eye brushed past her hand, and the light brown water in the teacup reflected the profile of Miss Suzuki Sonoko from bottom to top.
Logically speaking, facial features will indeed become more prominent after losing weight, but, Yuanzi's mouth twitched: But the hairstyle is so ruinous!
——At that time, in order to escape, my hair was cut in a hurry, and the tool was a fan that was mostly broken into pieces. The cut was uneven, and after letting the hair down, one end of the hair was long while the other was short, which looked very avant-garde.
The upper half is acceptable, but the lower half is too ugly.
Sonoko looked at her reflection in the cup: I can even kiss a man like Makura Ye Wang. If I hadn't known what kind of person he was, I would have doubted whether he really loved me!
Meanwhile, the witch didn't care about her sudden struggle with the teacup and continued, "Third, the wedding will be very stressful for you. If you don't keep your body in top shape, you might not be able to handle it."
Suzuki Sonoko: “…”
Suzuki Sonoko: "Could you please explain...what's the difference between this and the second one?"
The chief witch said that if you want to marry him, you must give the Fire Spirit, one of the five great spirits, as a dowry, so the marriage must be of the highest level.
As far as my aunt knows, this matter was passed almost unanimously in Takama-ga-hara, and they didn't consider that Sonoko would object - after all, she was so crazy about love, she would probably be so happy to be able to sign a contract to live and die together!
"And the highest level of marriage requires you to give up half of your strength and blessings," Auntie sighed. "Looking at your current frail state, I'm afraid he'll drain you dry as soon as the sharing ceremony begins!"
It's such a big stage. If you fall down, who will perform the show?
As soon as she said that, Yuanzi understood.
The next second, she suddenly thought of Ebisu who was five hundred years later, and her thoughts drifted away: You said she was delayed for so long, that husband in the divine world... I'm afraid he will die of illness?
But at least two years have passed - even if her husband in the divine realm is dead, it should be enough time for her to grow back, right?
Given Ebisu's physical condition, it would not be surprising for him to die several times. Sonoko was distracted and silently sent off the middle-aged shrine maiden who came to convey the Takama-ga-hara decree.
Yes, the decree.
Although the other party's tone was relaxed, as if they were chatting about family matters, there was always an irresistible calmness lingering between the lines.
After all, Takama-ga-hara is the place where the gods reside. She relied on the privileges that come with her high status to make such a big trouble by throwing a tantrum. Although she will not be punished, she will definitely be taught a lesson.
Solitary confinement is one of the most morally and morally sound and appropriate methods of education.
【No leaving without permission】
Because of these four light words, Yuanzi had to choose a mountain on the map provided by the other party, which was said to have abundant spiritual energy and a smooth circulation, as a place to recuperate - and the only effort she could make was to try to choose a place closer to the Bone-Eating Well.
After choosing a place, Suzuki Sonoko moved in very calmly, and then quickly became quiet at the Izumo Bagua Festival.
——Although she had to play a love-crazy idiot, after the male lead was safely finished filming, she didn't want to continue to be a weirdo and be admired by visitors from all over the world.
It's actually good to be quiet.
Yuanzi originally thought that time could make everything fade away, but in this process of self-purification relying on the spiritual energy of the mountains, she could only rely on measuring the length of her hair to determine how much time had passed.
There is no one to talk to.
Her nominal teacher, Bishamonten, seemed to be still recovering from her injuries. She said she wanted to learn etiquette (to show off for the wedding), but the female priestess (who might also be the artifacts of some great god) left without looking back after discovering that she was quite capable in this area.
The expressions of those teachers when they left were really subtle. They probably didn't dare to dislike her, but their avoidance was obvious.
After studying it carefully, Yuanzi suddenly realized: the personality she had created before was indeed extremely lethal. Almost no one wanted to play with her - most of them were afraid that her mental retardation would be contagious.
Because the area within hundreds of miles was very clean, I stayed in the garden day after day, and every day I felt like I was going to suffocate to death in the next second. It was only a few months, but it felt like hundreds of years.
One day, Yuanzi finally couldn't bear it anymore and caught a fawn in the woods. He played with it for a while and even disliked the fawn's smell.
——It turns out that wild animals that are not pets can only be viewed from a distance and not played with!
——Look at the clean fur and smell the scent!
She was heartbroken all morning and decided to go find something hairless to play with.
Let’s tie up a fishing rod and go fishing.
Another afternoon passed with nothing to do while sitting by the stream. Suzuki Sonoko saw the sunset and thought that the person who was going to deliver the meal was about to come, so he threw away his fishing rod and prepared to go back unwillingly.
The fishing rod was casually tied with dry branches. It fell to the ground with a crisp sound, squeaked and rolled, and stopped right in front of a pair of clogs.
Clogs...
Is there anyone there?!
Suzuki Sonoko raised her head quickly, and her eyes darted up along the wooden pole:
As the sun sets, an orange-red halo shrouds the mottled shadows of the trees. A blond boy in white has an expressionless face. The warm light shining on his face makes his sinister eyes look like a scene from a horror movie.
Yuanzi had been away from the world for a long time, and when he saw a humanoid object of such quality, he was stunned by its handsomeness.
The handsome young man was probably also surprised to see her in the deep mountains and old forests. Although he felt that her aura was obscure and difficult to distinguish at first sight, he did not shout for killing immediately out of surprise.
He remembered that this place was a rare pure land in the world. No demons roamed here, and no hollows were born nearby. It seemed as if it had been registered in the eyes of the gods of Izumo...
Although he looked noisy on the outside, his nature was extremely insightful. With a little speculation, it became clear that this mountain was probably ordered by the gods to be used for other purposes.
As for what it is used for...
His eyes lightly passed over the pupils of the girl in front of him: her aura was so dark, but her eyes were clear. Rather than a suppressed evil creature, she looked more like a lightly sentenced prisoner who needed to be "purified" again before being imprisoned with such leniency.
Light criminals.
Thinking of this, the boy pressed the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, forcibly suppressing the nausea that lingered in his heart: Whatever mistake you make, you deserve the corresponding punishment. The aura of this girl before him is so polluted, and the purpose of confining her to this environment is still mainly to improve her health...
But what about Jingling Court?
Thinking back to the maggot nest that Hikifune Kiryu had led him to visit during the day, the feeling of nausea instantly came back.
Narrow, dark, no light, no sound, no life.
Most of the people imprisoned there were not even charged with any crime.
Thinking of this, there was an added layer of disgust in his eyes, and when he looked at the filthy girl again, he showed a rare bit of patience.
He opened his mouth, a few short words stuck in his throat. He didn't know whether he wanted to ask her or his former colleagues who stood numbly in the forbidden area during the day. Finally, his throat felt heavy and he swallowed back the vague subject. He only asked: "...Are you willing to be locked up like this...?"
Yuanzi pricked up his ears but only heard half of it, wondering what the question was.
There was a reason why she was imprisoned in Takama-ga-hara. She didn't mind taking responsibility for the trouble. Moreover, compared to the sudden death of King Asakura Ye, which ended the timeline, she was lucky enough to be put in solitary confinement, which was neither too light nor too severe.
——Besides, the solitary confinement cell is as big as a mountain, and there are people delivering meals and doing laundry every day, so there is nothing else except loneliness.
Besides, although loneliness is hard to bear, everyone is afraid of being infected by the mentally retarded, and she is also afraid of being looked at as a weirdo by normal people...
"It's not a matter of whether I'm willing or not."
"Just... okay?"
Sonoko herself was actually quite curious about her own mentality, but that was the education she received. Under the premise that she was unable to change the status quo, holding her breath and being unwilling to accept it would only make things difficult for herself. It would be better to relax and have a good rest - that way, when she had the opportunity to run, a healthy body would help her run faster, right?
On the other side, the young mobile team leader who had not yet officially joined the team suddenly sneered, realizing that what he asked was a stupid question.
The treatment she received was far from that of a maggot's nest and had no reference value.
Besides, the girl was contaminated, so at least the guilt is clear. But: "Just because it might cause danger, why can you justifiably deprive someone of their life?"
Yuanzi wanted to ask what was wrong with this guy, why were you yelling at me when you were in a bad mood, so she frowned and retorted: "You already said it would cause danger, criminals should not be locked up, okay?"
"I said maybe!"
The golden-haired man frowned, his already sarcastic expression suddenly becoming even more mocking. "Isn't it boring to lock someone up just because they might be dangerous or turn into a criminal?"
Yuanzi thought, what the hell is this? Are you a nitpicker? You have such a pretty face for nothing. Is this tone of voice that indicates you are trying to pick a fight on purpose?
Thinking of this, she was too lazy to talk properly. The corners of her mouth drooped and she chuckled, "Don't always put yourself in other people's shoes. If dangerous people aren't locked up, is that fair to ordinary people?"
The golden-haired man sneered and said, "Are you sure he is dangerous?"
"What is the standard for judging whether something is dangerous or not? Are those who disagree with that set of ideas dangerous?"
"Are you being held here because you're dangerous?!"
Yuanzi told him that he was getting angry at that time.
"What do you have to say about my appearance?!"
She was so angry that she jumped up and down, and she refused to accept it: "Why can't I be a high-end social danger?"
Across from her, the blond boy looked at her jumping up and down with nonchalant eyes, not even bothering to curl the corners of his mouth, and turned away.
The confused Yuanzi was left standing there for a long time, unable to remember what she originally wanted to do, after winning the argument because her opponent voluntarily gave up.
That’s right.
Have dinner.
A quarter of an hour later, Miss Suzuki, who was sitting on a boulder preparing to eat, was unexpectedly in a good mood. Even facing the unique and picturesque dishes, her appetite was still very good. As she chewed the crispy walnut kernels, she sighed to herself: "Arguing is really the most convenient way to vent emotions..."
This went on for more than half a month. Miss Suzuki was happily playing with a clay pot. When she was making the handle, she looked up and saw the blond handsome boy who was a bit of a nitpicker again.
The other party probably came through some secret passage, and there was no sound of footsteps at all.
Yuanzi's hands were covered in yellow mud, and she met his eyes with a fighting spirit: Come on! I just want to have another fight!
——What's more, she has a "weapon" in her hand. If she loses an argument, she can still throw mud on the winner. At least she can use a piece of clothing as a shield!
It turns out that the argumentative person didn't come here to argue today.
The blond boy stood there and looked at her for a long while - the latest transfer order had already come down. The identity he could show to others was the third seat of the second team. The truly important identity was the squad leader of the Secret Mobile Security Team - in other words, the guard of the maggot nest.
Yuanzi was frightened by his ambiguous look and shrank her neck in alertness: "What on earth are you going to do?"
“Nothing…”
The nitpicker's tone was unexpectedly calm this time. When he wasn't deliberately complaining about everything, his eyes and eyebrows actually looked a bit lazy and handsome.
The next second, without warning, the man stretched out his waist with a huge amplitude, and with his light golden hair, he looked like a lion shaking a hydrangea!
He yawned and closed his mouth, thinking that the maggot nest could not be entered casually. Even the outer perimeter was very oppressive. Compared to there, "this 'prison' is more suitable for visiting."
Yuanzi was puzzled: Why did this person insist that this place was a prison?
Next to the mound, he naturally admired the three, five, and seven clay figures arranged in a row, sighed in admiration, and then stared at the garden for a while and said, "If only all criminals could be as cheerful as you."
Yuanzi was even more confused: Why did this person insist that she was a criminal?
Before she could figure out the mystery, the man walked over to her and squatted down beside her. He asked curiously, "What do you usually eat?"
Yuanzi tilted her head and looked at him for a long time. The man didn't seem embarrassed at all. Instead, he tilted his head along with her in confusion, with a natural look on his face [Why don't you speak.jpg].
So the garden was inexplicably conquered by him. He scooped up stream water to wash off the half-dried yellow mud and took out an exquisite box from the tree hole.
A large food box with four layers, made of mahogany, with lacquer paintings and inlaid with gold foil.
When I opened it, I saw that all four layers were filled with vegetables.
The meal was prepared by the shrine and was nutritionally balanced, with fresh shrimp, pumpkin, kelp and sea fish making up the majority. Sonoko had a strong suspicion that the menu was set by the aunty witch, as all she ate were dishes designed to nourish the brain.
This cooking skill is almost extraordinary compared to the current era, but ingredients you don’t like will not taste good no matter how you cook them - especially when people will nag you with worry if you don’t finish them.
Yuanzi stared at the layer of steamed pumpkin as the main dish for a while, feeling hopeless. When he looked up, the golden retriever was still lazily leaning against the tree next to him.
She looked at the trees, the people, and the pumpkins. Finally, her expression became serious and she turned to him and asked:
"Do you want to eat?"
The blond boy was fine at first, but after seeing the food box, he didn't know what he thought of, and his expression suddenly turned cold. Without any hesitation, he tilted his head and sneered.
"eat."
Suzuki Sonoko was in a good mood and decided to give him both pieces of dry-fried fish!
The fish seemed to be roasted with salt, but it had an indescribable medicinal smell. Yuanzi was happily packing up some of his roasted poultry when he was caught off guard by an inexplicable exclamation.
The troll, with the fish stuffed in his mouth, commented in a tone of social cynicism, "The quality of your prison food is quite high. The fish are all smoked with clean grass."
Suzuki Sonoko was almost choked by the word "prison food" and was speechless: "Are you a prison boss waiting to take up your post? What kind of occupational disease is it that you treat every place you see as a prison cell?"
Jinmao Gang glanced at her lazily, then calmly lowered his head to pick out fish bones. While eating, he began to point fingers at Jiangshan with his chopsticks, saying that imprisonment was always subject to the law, and how long and how one was imprisoned could be measured, but in some places...
At this point, his voice suddenly dropped, a tone of mockery, yet also of weariness after a helpless understanding. "Some places are simply used to detain people with different ideologies, relying on the subjective judgment of certain individuals to determine whether they are dangerous or not..."
“It’s ridiculous!”
After saying that, he threw the chopsticks down.
But this absurdity is real. After the fall, he immediately regained his composure. After carefully listening to the reasons for promoting this absurd behavior, he accepted it more easily than he thought.
Somewhere deep down inside him, a low voice kept saying, he—
"Why don't you just talk? Why are you making so many movements?"
An impatient female voice echoed as the chopsticks struck his hand.
Suzuki Sonoko was furious: "I worked so hard to peel off the duck skin, saving it to wrap the lean meat. How can I eat it when you spit all this saliva on me?!"
Across from him, a passionate and profound speech broke down in the middle of it. The argumentative young man, who was a real orator, stood there in a daze for a long time, holding his chopsticks. The girl was completely unaffected and continued chattering on.
The surging waves in his heart suddenly dissipated.
The golden retriever blinked, lowered his head and said, "Then I'll eat this."
"You wish!"
Yuanzi's eyes widened immediately, and she said indignantly, "Why? We finally separated!"
"Besides, do you know how often I only get to eat duck meat after eating this brain-boosting meal every day?!"
He can be said to be a very willful prisoner.
After thinking about it, he was strangely comforted by the cheerful attitude of the person who should still be in the mood to care about such trivial matters. He sighed and said, "Then I owe you that."
"You'll make up for it tomorrow."
Sonoko immediately said "Okay!"
She was so decisive as if she was waiting for these words.
This frivolous agreement was like a silent and tacit signal, which set countless so-called "tomorrows". They would meet up every now and then to have a fight, and then sit opposite each other and chatter endlessly for a whole lunch.
Later, they would occasionally play a game of chess after dinner.
——Sonoko actually knows how to play Go, but he has never won against this golden retriever.
Fortunately, although Yuanzi's chess skills are not good, his chess character is very good. He doesn't lose his temper even when he loses.
He muddled along like this, and within a few months, Golden Retriever became ill again.
I feel bitter and resentful while eating, and I feel worried as if I am taking medicine while drinking soup.
Suzuki Sonoko looked at Hei Lian and saw that her stomach hurt from eating. For the sake of her own digestive function, she had to put down her chopsticks temporarily and comfort her in a (self-consciously) very gentle voice.
"You...what's wrong again?"
Jinmao put down his chopsticks, as if he had just discovered a new world, and asked her with sparkling eyes: "Do you think my thoughts are reactionary?"
Judging from his tone, he seemed quite confused.
Yuanzi chewed kelp and said: What? Has anyone found out about you gossiping about the government behind their back?
Then her expression became anxious, and she quickly defended herself, "I didn't tell anyone. Look at the environment in this mountain. I have no way to tell anyone even if I want to..."
Before she could finish her words, the other party interrupted her impatiently, "Just tell me, do you think my thoughts are reactionary?"
Sonoko thought for a moment and said, "If you want me to judge whether someone is reactionary or not, could you at least give me some basic criteria?"
The blond handsome boy thought for a moment, then calmly entered into a narrative state.
He said that in the environment I live in, the battles between the spiritual and the virtual are irreconcilable, but I want to study whether the two can coexist.
They are supposed to have gods to fear, but he tried to explore and sense 'it'. After accidentally sensing it, he didn't feel surprised or happy, but excited and felt that his ability was indeed very strong.
——"I obey 'it's' orders, just like obeying some truth, obeying some great spirit, because I know it is always right."
"But I know very well that if 'it' conflicts with my own beliefs and I feel it's wrong, I will resist it without hesitation."
After saying this, he was silent for a long time.
This long string of nonsense without beginning or end is actually a process of self-affirmation of beliefs.
The person who was speaking had already made up his mind about the specifics. In view of the previous duck meat incident, he did not expect this girl to understand. He just felt relieved after the tree hole was completed, and asked her if she wanted to eat eel today.
"If you don't want to eat it, give it to me. I want to eat something spicy to vent my anger today."
Yuanzi listened quietly from beginning to end, and at this moment he said "Oh" indifferently and went to pick up other dishes.
After a while, the golden retriever was concentrating on eating spicy food and was about to cry when he suddenly heard the person who had been chewing seriously ask out of nowhere, "You mean, you can sense the Spirit King?"
Golden Retriever's chopsticks fell with a snap.
Suzuki Sonoko looked at the chopsticks and nodded, "It seems to be true... But this is the first time I've heard that the Soul King is actually conscious."
The blond boy's movements froze visibly.
——He clearly remembered that he had never said any specific nouns?
——Has he been being tricked all along?!
On the other side, the girl who spoke shockingly put down her chopsticks and looked at his face more carefully than ever before.
The more I watch, the more I feel emotional. It turns out that every sloppy uncle with a story must have had a god-like youth. That is, when he was young, he was good-looking enough to dare to mess with his face without restraint.
After expressing her regret, she rolled up her sleeves and leaned forward, and with a click, her two paws rested on the man's face, rubbing along the jawline, and in a few strokes, she had touched it thoroughly.
Very good, it was indeed the face she remembered from her youth.
Over there, the golden-haired troll had a half-dead look in his eyes and muttered vaguely, "What are you doing?"
Sonoko pinched the elastic cheek flesh under her hand, shook her head seriously, and warned him with a heartbroken look: "Remember to go to bed early and get up early in the future. Anyway, your chuunibyou will soon pass. I guess you won't be so cynical by then. You can also spare some time to worry about the country and the people. Eat some fruit and supplement vitamin C. It's good for your skin."
——Dark circles not only affect your appearance, but also look like kidney deficiency, which really affects your temperament!
——With a face like this, you still have the situation where Hei Yin-chan calls you uncle. Are you worthy of yourself?
The golden retriever thought to himself, has this person become stupid because of being locked up?
He was horrified by the girl's gaze, but he didn't think much about the fact that he was exposed - after all, judging from the confinement she was receiving, he should definitely be a positive player.
So he raised his hand to knock away the hand that was scratching his face and started talking about life in a serious tone.
for example:
"A man and a woman are what we call opposite sexes, and physical contact between opposite sexes should be treated with caution no matter what."
"I don't want to get into the details of why you suddenly behaved like this, but you need to understand that the environment you're in isn't normal, and prolonged confinement and isolation can cause a person to lose control and feel an urgent urge to pour out their emotions."
He had a look on his face that said, "Give up! I'm not attracted to you. Please calm down." He lazily rubbed his face and said earnestly, "It's precisely because I'm the only person you can get in touch with, and I'm of the opposite sex, that you have the illusion that you like me."
At this point, the researcher's inherent urge to preach kicked in, and he began to analyze in depth: "Look, you can't leave here now. Have you considered that if I promise you and leave and never come back, who will be held responsible if you suffer a loss? You don't even know my name now, you—
"Kisuke Urahara."
The still young and handsome Urahara Kisuke widened his eyes in surprise: "--How did you know?"
Yuanzi chuckled expressionlessly, sighing inwardly, thinking that the master was indeed a master, his logical thinking ability must have been established at such a young age, not to mention...
Besides, he didn't recognize her the first time. If he hadn't recognized her later, would she, Suzuki Sonoko, be the kind of person who would open her heart to a passerby and immediately decide to have dinner with him?
No matter how handsome you are, she won't be so unguarded, especially when your character is a picky person who is always looking for trouble.
Over there, Urahara Kisuke blinked as if he couldn't react, and suddenly fell back in despair: "So you know I'm a Shinigami?"
Yuanzi tried to defend herself: "I never said I didn't know. It was you who assumed I was illiterate and never hid it from me..."
These words made Urahara Kisuke's forehead jump.
What is an illiterate person who knows nothing?
After all, you are a woman, so have you never thought of using words like "wild lilies blooming in the mountains" or "water lotus that is ignorant of the world" to describe yourself?
When I think of you, I always use the phrase "Isolated Ignorant Girl" ah hey!
There was a row of black lines on his forehead, and he was ready to skip this question.
"so……"
Urahara Kisuke even smiled slightly. "Now that you know I'm a Shinigami, you should also know the significance of what I've done. I'm guessing you're much higher in status than I imagined, so I can call you Your Highness. Aren't you planning to use Takama-ga-hara's channels to report me, a criminal, to the Seireitei?"
Suzuki Sonoko: “…”
Suzuki Sonoko: "What's so criminal about criticizing the government? Did you use a photo of the head of Seireitei to create an emoji?"
Urahara Kisuke: "..."
Urahara Kisuke: "What is an emoticon?"
Little did she know that this was the first hurdle that would shake the Soul Society's faith in the existence of the genius Sound Maggot Nest named Urahara Kisuke. She had assumed that the other party was simply about to enter his middle school years and was therefore always complaining about society. Suzuki Sonoko sighed with emotion as she looked at the glimmer that still remained in the eyes of the young man in front of her.
"Don't think too much about it, just cherish it."
After all, five hundred years from now, you will become an elderly profiteer who commits smuggling crimes, tax evasion, consumer fraud - and even long-term arrears in property management fees.
Unfortunately, she was the property manager (the charging party was actually the Yuzhu Tower).
Urahara Kisuke had to admit: Although he had various research ideas and was sure that he would eventually break through the boundary between Shinigami and Hollows, there were still species in this world that he could not understand.
He sighed, feeling tired: "What do you want to do?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the goddess sitting opposite him suddenly fell silent. She was originally very straightforward and easy to understand, but Urahara Kisuke was now not sure whether the other person's true personality was really as he saw.
Although his research on small-scale boundary-crossing portals might not be unknown to everyone, it was definitely a secret. This prince had gone to great lengths to win him over.
Although the first time we came here was an accident, she was the one who took the initiative to invite us to dinner the next few times.
——Is it because he wants to use his technology to leave this forbidden mountain, or is it because he has heard that he has the technology to strip away soul matter and wants to use it to quickly get rid of the miasma that surrounds him?
still……
"Or" was only halfway through when Her Majesty the Goddess, with a gloomy aura, finally raised her head in deep thought and asked him:
"Are you interested in studying pig farming?"
Urahara Kisuke: "..."
Urahara Kisuke: "Excuse me, what did you just say?"
The goddess seemed to take his confusion as a rejection and visibly wilted. Then, as if she had regained her courage, she asked again:
"What about oysters... I mean, sea clams?"
"It's best to have the meat without the shell!"
The author has something to say: This chapter features Urahara-sama on the eve of his graduation. The specific ideological transformation I experienced was made up by me based on the memories of the original work. Those who have not seen Bleach can understand the Maggot Nest as a large-scale literary inquisition. The prison here is the prison of a prison, similar to the place where the government locks up those who are considered to have problems with the Seireitei or who tend to complain in their words as dangerous elements.
However, it is the official setting that Urahara Kisuke can sense the Soul King and act according to the Soul King's will as soon as possible.
The next chapter returns to the modern era!
Also, this article is almost finished. I said I had finished writing it in March, and also revealed the ending in the comments. I will post it soon after I finish the detailed outline. Those who have left long comments so far can click on the extra chapter. Those who are still reading this article can leave a message to see what you want. If there are not enough people, I will automatically fill it up to five. In addition, I will publish it in a separate book and not V. It has been dragged on for so long, so giving tens of thousands of words for free can be considered as compensation. Besides, Erica next door is stuck in the extra chapter, which is a lesson for her. Please click on the column to check it out.
There should be another chapter tonight.
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