Chapter 89 How difficult is it to pretend
Although the angle was not right, objectively speaking, Ms. Suzuki's appearance did successfully shock everyone.
Next, I need a powerful opening statement.
Sonoko calmly analyzed the current situation: if she wanted to overpower someone with force, she didn't have the strength; she originally wanted to overpower someone with influence, but unfortunately Diarmuid was standing only ten meters away. Her eyes were sore from time to time, and the fact that she could hold back her tears was because she had pushed her physical limits because she was thinking of Xiaolan.
Although she has learned many tricks to resolve embarrassment and can use various seemingly correct movements to wipe away tears, no matter how elegant the movements are, if she does them more than ten or twenty times a minute, doesn't it make her look very busy?
When the Rabbit Leader introduced himself earlier, "My surname is Kunitsunemichi," he sounded quite impressive. While Sonoko never considered the surname "Suzuki" to be anything less than vulgar, it's not impossible to copy him...
No, Yuanzi looked around with a look of despair: it really won’t work if you just copy others.
——Because everyone can fly (those who can’t fly can jump high), when the Grim Reaper and the Heroic Spirits confronted each other before, the distance between them was relatively far.
Even if there is a theoretical encirclement now, the diameter of this encirclement is close to one hundred meters.
The rabbit leader, Mr. Guo Changlu, must have some special abilities. His voice seems light, but in fact it can be clearly heard by everyone present.
Yuanzi calculated the distance: If she wanted the person standing farthest away to hear her voice, she would have to scream at the top of her lungs!
But the act of howling itself seemed rather frantic, so she frowned sternly, thinking: Why did I forget to bring a loudspeaker?
Others naturally had no idea she had such a rich inner drama, but Rabbit had set the stage so well, and the timing was right. It seemed that if she didn't speak, everyone would just have to wait and see what would happen. This made Yuanzi very worried: a short and appropriate silence could create an unfathomable sense of oppression, but if the silence deepened to the point of being a complete silence, then any sense of oppression would turn into awkwardness...
The arrow was on the string and had to be shot. Just as Sonoko was about to speak, she found that the muscles around her mouth had just shown signs of movement. The muscles of the magician couple standing not far away also tensed up immediately. Saber, who had changed into fashionable armor at some point, even subconsciously tightened her sword.
——What is this for?
The villain inside Yuanzi wanted to cover her face and scream in fear, but she remained calm on the surface. She looked at the silent rabbit leader calmly and sent a silent radio wave: [I always feel that if I open my mouth, I will be beaten. Are you sure you can protect me?]
The assistant standing by sighed, thinking to herself, "Your Highness Suzuki, you're still a high-level KY who can't (isn't used to) reading the atmosphere." They're not looking to hit you, they're clearly looking at you to prevent you from hitting them...
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A few days ago, the phone call from the Imperial Tower almost disrupted all progress of the Holy Grail War.
Because the "his highness" on the phone had said that she would come and beat him up sooner or later - and given that according to their analysis, "that highness" should be a willful (and possibly violent) enhancement character with outstanding combat capabilities, enough to make people ignore her character flaws - although electromagnetics distort the voice a lot, and the transcription of the familiar will also change some voiceprint information, but after listening carefully to the recording hundreds of times, Mr. Emiya Kiritsugu can say with great confidence: as long as "that highness" appears near him, even if it's just a slight "hum", he can quickly pull this person out of the crowd!
The premise is that she really made a sound!
This feeling is probably similar to that of a prisoner waiting for the death sentence or a student waiting for the teacher to announce the grades. Depression and panic coexist, and they are just waiting for the dust to settle.
Unfortunately, the invigilator had a bad memory and had forgotten that he had made such a dangerous statement. He could not understand the spirit from the eyes of the "candidates" for a while. He just felt that the man's eyes were so oppressive. Isn't his wife right next to him? Why is he staring at me like that!
Yuanzi adjusted his gaze uncomfortably: Very good, his wife's expression was not much more relaxed.
A little further to the side, the gaze of the blonde female hero (said to be King Arthur) is even more powerful!
She was already upset because she forgot to bring the loudspeaker, and now, let alone speaking, she didn't even know where to look. Yuanzi was so angry and silent that she was almost deformed.
——After all, she was standing facing forward. If her gaze was tilted a little, wouldn’t it look like she was squinting?
At this time, the sun had already set, and the last bit of afterglow slowly turned dark. Yuanzi moved his neck despite the pressure of his eyebrow cramps, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a bright color from the corner of his eyes.
Ukitake Jushiro.
The moonlight was soft and clear, casting a silver halo on his white hair.
The moment she saw him, whether it was her tear glands that were about to cry from the spiciness or the corners of her eyes that were cramping, they all seemed to be inexplicably comforted. Yuanzi almost instantly got rid of all the physical pain and felt a long-lost sense of intimacy as if she had met an old friend in a foreign land.
The water lily captain who led her in Jingling Court!
Despite all the twists and turns up to now, Yuanzi thought she was still able to maintain her composure, but unfortunately, no matter how deep her cultivation was, it was only thirty to fifty years, and she was not at the same level as the death gods in Jinglingting who were thousands of years old. The other party seemed to see through his appearance and saw his tangled heart, which was funny but also filled with inexplicable deep worry.
A flash of thought flashed through Yuanzi's mind.
The man in tattered armor seemed to have looked at her in the same way. He seemed to be so tired that he could hardly stand, but he had to support himself with his arms to wipe her tears.
[What would you do if I died in battle...]
Yuanzi subconsciously wanted to answer and retort with something like "I can also dig sweet potatoes from the wild", but before she opened her mouth, the picture faded away.
When she came back to her senses, the inexplicably suffocating negotiation scene was still before her eyes, and the eyes looking at her still belonged to a strange death god whom she had only met once.
Lord Suzuki's hysteria was so blatant that Ukitake Jushiro's voice became even more worried.
"Are you all right?"
Yuanzi hadn't jumped out of the sweet potato yet, and his eyes were flashing.
Unexpectedly, the white-haired shinigami didn't seem surprised by her fluctuating physical condition. However, as her face became paler and paler, the guilt in Ukitake Jushiro's eyes became more and more intense.
When Sonoko even wanted to sit down because of her headache, the Grim Reaper almost took two steps forward so that she could lean on him and rest for a while.
To be honest, from the perspective of the onlookers, this greeting was very puzzling, and the girl's reaction after looking at each other was even more puzzling. The style of this girl from Yuzhu Tower itself is very much like an idol drama, so how come there is someone hiding in the crowd who is eager to play a supporting role with her?
The assistant sister watched for a while and felt that the plot was going in a direction that was a little off. She immediately moved sideways, blocking the direction of the Grim Reaper. She took the lead in holding the arm of His Highness Suzuki, bringing the topic back on track.
"I believe you are all well aware of the restriction regarding concealing your whereabouts. This incident has already become very ugly. Since the Non-Time Court is responsible for inspection and maintenance, we cannot allow you to act willfully—"
"Wow," Uryu Ryunosuke, who was the trigger of everything, yawned naturally and asked with a smile, "So, you, these guys who don't know what they are, are you going to take us all away now?"
But no one paid any attention to him.
Fortunately, Ryunosuke Uryu's brain circuit was normal. He had no idea that his life and death actually depended on someone else's mind for a moment. At this moment, he was still waving his hands at Byakuya Kuchiki who was standing in a cold position.
"Did you hear the one with the scarf?"
He shouted at the top of his voice: "We are all going to be arrested..."
The tone is quite suicidal.
Captain Kuchiki lowered his eyes unmoved, and judging by the hand gestures, it seemed as if he was about to release a ghost move.
The rabbit leader Guo Changlu had no choice but to speak at the right moment, saying, "We are not here to interfere in your grievances. We simply hope that you will respect the treaty between the parties and choose a more peaceful means to resolve the conflict."
In short: Are you interested in negotiating a deal?
Of all the people present, Waver was probably the one least willing to fight—or rather, he didn't want to create unnecessary complications and waste his fighting power on people other than the Holy Grail participants—but Rider's group had a unique style, and it was usually the Servants, not the Masters, who were in charge.
Faced with such a difficult situation, as long as the King of Conquerors chose to remain silent, even if Waver wanted to raise his hand to agree, he would only mutter in his heart.
No one was the first to stand up and speak out, and the grove fell into silence again, as if it had been given a silence debuff.
After a few breaths, the Death side broke the silence first.
Ukitake Jushiro coughed lightly a few times, raised his hand gracefully, and said, "In that case, we can make concessions."
Kuchiki Byakuya seemed a little confused, but he didn't say anything in rebuttal. Ukitake once again stared at Suzuki Sonoko with concern for a moment, then, as if making up his mind, said, "The authority of the Seireitei cannot be questioned. Since the law has been violated, the person involved must be punished."
Sora sneered, "If we kill him here, isn't that considered punishment?"
"Your grudge is personal," Captain Kuchiki said, not looking at her. "Venting off personal grudges and receiving punishment are two different things. These two must be handed over to the Jingling Court for processing. However, due to your urgent request, we will expedite the execution."
For the current Soul Society, correct procedures are more important than anything else.
Speaking of Aizen's rebellion, the damage it caused was actually limited, but when you look into it, its nature was extremely bad.
This was not because of anything he had done specifically - after all, the dead sage could be re-elected; the captain had defected, and there were still dozens or even hundreds of students in the Shinō Spiritual Arts Academy who were starving for food.
However, after killing the Sage, Aizen still held power for a long time under the name of the Central Forty-Six Chambers;
The environment he created with the illusion of flowers and water has deceived a group of captains for hundreds of years;
What's more, he left the scene calmly and leisurely, surrounded by a group of elites from Jingling Court, and never concealed his subjective superiority from beginning to end.
Jingling Court is essentially a "government", a so-called government agency that can be rife with corruption, have complicated procedures, be filled with all kinds of messy and criticized powers, and even make people feel that it is weak and powerless (sometimes this is caused by objective reality, and it is not easy for them either).
But as a symbol of authority, it must not be fooled.
In the eyes of all law enforcement officers, the image of the "government" can be a bully, a gangster, or a cold-blooded queen mother, but it must never be a clown that is fooled.
Because the latter represents an all-round loss of reputation.
But this man, Aizen Sosuke, did succeed in fooling the entire Seireitei.
This led to a series of subsequent problems. On a personal level, he almost hurt the self-esteem of all the death gods.
Especially in times like this, it is more important to do our utmost to maintain the customary order.
In fact, Byakuya Kuchiki even felt that this unexpected incident happened at just the right time. It would be even better if the conflict could be expanded a little more. If the expedition could be won by gathering the strength of all the captains, it would be a shot in the arm for the increasingly loose Seireitei.
In other words, it can divert internal conflicts and establish authority at the same time.
However, he could probably guess why Ukitake chose to give in.
Thinking of this, the taciturn young man looked at the girl who was standing in the center of the picture just now but now almost shrank into a corner: the gods of Takama-ga-hara are of varying strengths, and some of the weaker ones are even more powerless than the wandering wild ghosts.
But as long as it is a god, it will inevitably be shrouded in a layer of spiritual light.
This halo comes from the faith that the priesthood brings to the gods.
This halo is probably invisible to ordinary humans, and demons and monsters can't see it very clearly.
There are eight million gods across the country. Just by looking at the strength of their spiritual light, one can judge the approximate status and energy of a god. What's more, when a great god of fortune decides to serve as the land god of a certain place, if the spiritual light representing the source of fortune on his body is strong enough, then even the city he chooses to protect will be surrounded by such a layer of glory.
In order to show respect, no matter it is monsters, demons, gods of death, messengers from the underworld, or even other gods - once they see such light, unless they have a deep hatred or are seeking death, they will definitely choose to avoid it.
The girl was honored as Her Highness as soon as she appeared, because from the moment she inexplicably stood in front of the Holy Wall of East University, it was as if a lamppost was lit up in the square, and the flash was so bright that it hurt people's eyes even from a long distance away.
But at this time, she was very weak.
Although her light was far brighter than before, it fluctuated greatly. Even with his eyes closed, Kuchiki Byakuya could feel the weight of the moving light hitting his eyelids like waves.
At the same time, an even stronger blessing was flowing towards her along an invisible line. If one wanted to find a simple and vivid metaphor - the transmission of this blessing was like a blood transfusion.
It seemed as if some existence was wholeheartedly (or perhaps risking its life?) transferring its energy to her, so that in just a quarter of an hour, the surging white light that could only be seen by certain existences had overflowed the grove and spread out all over the place. Even the scorched earth not far away caused by the raging sea monster began to slowly show some golden white.
Kuchiki Byakuya didn't know what kind of connection Captain Ukitake had with this prince in the past, but he clearly remembered and strictly abided by all the rules passed down from his family.
One of them is that they will never offend the territory of orthodox gods.
When they fought back before (after all, it was the sea demon who started it first), Fuyuki was still a Shinto "desert", so their attack was understandable. But ever since that prince from Takama-ga-hara set foot on this land, the city of Fuyuki seemed to become dim and bright. Regardless of whether it was finally formed or not, if they took the initiative to attack again, it would be their fault.
I just don’t know…
Captain Kuchiki looked at the culprit who was still shouting loudly and lowered his eyes expressionlessly.
——I just don’t know whether these heretics understand the rules.
The author has something to say: I only have so many manuscripts in my archives. If I want to update more often, it’s really hard to find the places where the chapters are interrupted...
I averaged today's 6000 and tomorrow's 3000 into two 4500. When it was thick and long, it had ups and downs and could shake out the burden in one go. This time, I'll just... make do with it.
In fact, everyone has a lot of inner drama o(*￣︶￣*)o
I feel like we can already predict how things will develop... The abnormality in the latter half of Sonoko's story is because Ebisu, who is far away, feels that he might die soon, so it's better to give his energy to his wife than to waste it.
Finally, good night everyone.
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