Death god, my Zanpakuto is a bit trendy

"Somewhat familiar."

I don’t know him, but I think I’ve seen him somewhere.

"If nothing else goes wrong, these should be students from the Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy...and there may be lower-level nobles among them, otherwise we wouldn't be able to hire the chief officer of the 11th Division."

Among the nobles that Haruto has friends with at the Mao Spiritual Arts Academy, the last ones are mid-level nobles. As for the status of lower-level nobles...

In his opinion, it is just a way for the aristocracy to win over talents.

If the head of a lower-level noble dies, or if there is no longer a talented person in the family, their value will plummet; even those who have just been promoted are not eligible to participate in the noble meeting——

That in itself speaks volumes.

There were only double digits of guests in the room. Even though almost everyone was drunk, there were only a few fearless elites who huddled up and started fighting on the spot.

Although Haruto didn't stop, someone in the room still noticed his passing. Before the people in the room focused their attention on him, Haruto averted his eyes and walked away.

With his reputation in the Zhenou Spiritual Arts Academy, although it is very possible to save a lot of money, there is a gap in aesthetics between the two parties. Haruto really can't appreciate it, and he is really not interested in fighting. Tired.

soon.

Almost directly opposite the corridor on the second floor and almost in front of the side room leading to the stairs leading to the third floor, Haruto finally successfully arrived at the reserved room for tonight.

"Brother, do you have any other requests?"

The man stood at the door and bowed and asked.

"Do I need to pay more?"

"Well, it depends on whether your request is within the scope of service."

"As long as it's not the kind of makeup you just had..."

Haruto thought about the scene he just saw and blurted out his inner thoughts.

"It would be better to be younger."

The pace of change in the Soul Society is very slow. The current market situation in the flower market should not be much different from that before Haruto entered the Mao Spiritual Arts Academy.

usually.

No matter whether they are strangers or regular customers, they are unlikely to choose night shift workers who are similar in age, so Qingren would mention this specifically.

Otherwise, it would still be quite irritating and... scary for Haruto to see an old aunt of Obasan level appear without makeup.

“Your satisfaction is guaranteed!”

The man didn't mention the extra money, so it was clear that Haruto's request wasn't too difficult.

In fact.

Haruto didn't wait long in the house. He had just put his luggage aside when he heard a faint knocking sound from outside the door. Compared with the harsh and simple environment on the first floor, the sound insulation effect and comfort level here were great. It's more than twice as good. If the big room in the middle wasn't too noisy, this would really be a good place to spend the night.

"Please come in."

Haruto was sitting cross-legged in a very formal manner on the side of the room, with his hands firmly pressed on the top of the room, and responded loudly towards the sliding door.

It had been a long time since he'd been to a place like this, and the strangeness before the war made him a little nervous.

Immediately afterwards——

"Wow."

With the sliding door opened to its maximum.

A girl wearing a light blue short furisode that is translucent except for the pattern. The skirt is closed to 20 centimeters above her knees, and fabrics of different colors can be vaguely seen...

He walked in with bare legs and feet.

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good.

very nice!

With a quick glance, Haruto could see all the scenery that should be seen and what should not be seen - in the shops on Flower Street, of course, there is no habit of looking at anything inappropriate.

Compared with the "black and white girls" with exaggerated makeup that I just glimpsed in the big room, the girl in front of me exudes a youthful atmosphere.

Her skin, which is slightly darker than wheat, and her thighs that are elastic but not overly plump, are all in Haruto's strike zone.

However, the most important thing is the appearance:

Half-covering up even if you want to cover it up is always more touching than having a full view - this kind of translucent furisode kimono specially designed for "Beep" is obviously not the way to dress up in the Soul Society. If Haruto hadn't been obsessed with "Beep" "In this world" I have seen a lot, and I am afraid that I was immediately impressed by this outfit when I first saw it.

Haruto, who had no expectations, was really planning to sleep in this shop for one night.

But now...

As the girl slowly pulled away the belt around her slender waist with one hand, she sat in the arms of Haruto, who was looking intently.

The right hand that usually holds the sword also obeyed its intention and without hesitation moved towards the most elastic part where the girl's hip and thigh were connected.

Then the next second——

"!!"

"Boom!"

Heavy footsteps sounded on the tatami surface.

Haruto crossed his legs and jumped back two steps almost like a catapult, instantly widening the distance between him and the girl.

At the same time, his right hand even had time to quickly pull out the Zanpakutō from the center of the rolled up bag.

"Guest... officer?"

There was a puzzled expression on the girl's face.

However.

What she was curious about was not Haruto's swift movements, but the Zanpakutō in his hand - although his erratic gaze was very secretive, Haruto still captured this detail.

"——"

"dirty stuff."

Haruto narrowed his eyes solemnly, and the pupils that could still be seen a little turned into a thin, curved line.

"?"

"Your Majesty, I haven't tried the slave family before, so how can I say such unkind words?"

The girl's pitiful expression could almost melt a man's heart of stone, but there was no mercy on Haruto's face.

—— He was completely different from the man just now.

"Cockroaches and maggots..."

Haruto laughed coldly.

"Don't you call this dirty stuff?"

"..."

The air in the room instantly solidified, along with the smile on the "girl's" face.

Heavy breathing and a few screams faintly mixed in were faintly heard outside the closed door.

None of this affected the chill in the room at all.

After the second hand in the hall passed for an unknown number of times——

"Oh."

The girl's face bloomed with a smile again.

But compared with the strong spring spirit just now, whether it was the sound of pig iron rubbing or the face that was gradually dissolving, it was full of a weird feeling that made people's teeth ache.

"I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it."

Only a pair of eyes stared at Haruto.

But soon, even those eyes that looked around gradually became empty.

"You're not a god of death, but you can see through this illusion..."

A young man with a Zanpakutō but not wearing a death suit, and it's the holiday of the Maou Spiritual Academy.

Combining the above two conditions, it's still easy to guess his identity.

"This young man."

Then his face changed, and his whole body began to dissolve.

"If you don't mind, why don't you come upstairs and have a chat with me?"

After leaving such a sentence, the "girl" fell to the ground - it was a shabby sack with five limbs sealed, and you could barely see a little bit of the "human figure like a snowman piled by children" inside, and a "tide of insects" was constantly pouring out.

No matter how you look at it, it's impossible for more than twenty kinds of insects that make people feel disgusted from the bottom of their hearts are mixed together.

Haruto resisted the urge to burn them all with fire, and tried to divert his attention elsewhere:

"It seems that there are not many cockroaches in the store, otherwise there would be no need to form a ragtag army like this."

--Thoughts like these quickly helped Haruto regain his composure, and the phantom pain in his lower limbs finally dissipated.

After the insects all left along the gap.

"......."

"Huh."

Haruto let out a long sigh, and his right hand holding the hilt of the knife loosened its strength.

"What a powerful illusion."

"Before contacting it, I didn't find anything wrong at all. At least it was at the level of a senior officer who specialized in illusion."

"And it is likely to be at the level of sixth-class spiritual power."

Although the difference between the officers of each squad is a bit large, the senior officer who can reach this level of spiritual pressure must be the third officer of a certain squad.

Haruto felt a little sorry for some of the customers in the store:

Even he found the problem at the critical moment, and those ordinary people probably couldn't see anything strange from beginning to end.

Of course.

Since the shop is in Yoshiwara, it is impossible that all of them are fake. As the man who led the way said, the turnover rate of the flower street is a bit high today. It is not easy to find a girl who meets the requirements for customers like Haruto who have special requirements.

It is probably because of this that the scene in front of us happened.

"I just don't know whether this is the self-created ghost way or the ability of Zanpakuto."

Either way, it is not good news for Haruto.

Haruto thinks that he should not be able to deal with the three seats who are good at illusions and can create their own ghost ways at this stage; and Haruto is even less of a match for the three seats who can release Zanpakuto. He has no other plans except shouting "Ni Ge Luda Yo".

But.

"What a person who doesn't despise..."

Haruto glanced at the ceiling above his head.

"If I really leave like this, maybe this store will try every means to send someone to kill me to prevent the inside information from being leaked."

He is very sure that his overreaction just now made him a target.

But there was nothing that could be done. Haruto would never send his brother into a hive. Not to mention that he suddenly changed from awakened form to sage form when he was stimulated. Haruto thought that this reaction was quite calm.

"The Zanpakutō that was stranded in Yoshiwara District."

Haruto pulled the Zanpakutō out of the bag with the sheath, and then pulled the cloth strip and fastened it tightly to the belt around his waist.

"Is it a Shinigami who defected from the Gotei 13, or a noble who was expelled from the Soul Society..."

It was not a good sign to pretend that nothing happened and leave immediately. Both possibilities were more dangerous than the "inside story" of the flower street.

"Let me see it."

Since the other party had the intention to talk, instead of directly attacking him - no matter what the reason was: he was not absolutely sure of taking him down, or he was worried that the battle would affect the business of the store - Haruto felt that he should go up and take a look.

But before that.