Ishida Soken returned home, his heart in turmoil.
He really couldn't explain why a single trip outside had brought back three Shinigami.
Moreover, these three Shinigami were figures from a thousand years ago…
After a brief conversation just now, Ishida Soken learned their names, although he couldn't find this information in his memory.
However, even through simple conversation, he could roughly understand their personalities.
He felt truly uneasy in his heart.
Walking ahead of the others, Ishida Soken exhaled heavily.
Then, following the Shinigamis' instructions, he took the lead in entering the house, preparing to inform his family of their presence.
His wife was another matter, after all, they had been together for a long time, and she deeply understood his difficulties.
Ishida Ryūken's eyes widened instantly upon hearing his father's words, his face filled with disbelief, and for a moment, he even suspected he had misheard.
"Father, what are you saying!" His voice was full of shock and incomprehension, "How could you agree to such an absurd thing!"
"Letting Shinigami live in our house, isn't this just asking for trouble!"
To be honest, Ishida Ryūken felt that Ishida Soken was senile, otherwise, how could he make such a decision?
Everyone knew that Shinigami were hostile to Quincy, which was why he was unwilling to become a Quincy.
He originally thought that as long as he didn't actively contact the two, there wouldn't be any problems in his life.
But he never expected that his father would take the initiative to bring disaster to his doorstep…
This was really…
Even though he had received a good education, he wanted to curse at this moment.
This was no longer a question of whether it could be concealed, but a question of whether the whole family would die if it couldn't be concealed.
Ishida Ryūken's heart was pounding.
The youth's mindset made him particularly sensitive to everything, and at this moment, he only felt that the future was bleak.
Not far away, Katagiri Yae, who had just been sent to the Ishida household as a maid, couldn't help but feel a deep sense of worry when she saw this scene.
Although she was a mixed-blood Quincy, she was also clearly aware of the clan extermination war launched by the Shinigami against the Quincy a hundred years ago.
Since then, all surviving Quincy had labeled Shinigami as "barbaric and brutal" in their hearts.
Once Shinigami entered the Ishida household, what if they revealed their true intentions?
What if a big fight broke out?
Could they defeat the Shinigami?
Seeming to feel the strong sorrow emanating from his family members, Ishida Soken sighed deeply, his sigh full of helplessness and guilt:
"I'm sorry, it's my fault, I wish I hadn't taken that path."
He didn't avoid his mistake, but at that juncture, he had no choice.
It was like meeting a bully on the road, and being provoked just because you accidentally glanced at him, could you pretend you didn't see him and get away with it?
Obviously not.
Pretending not to see something you clearly saw, isn't that being guilty?
At that time, there will only be more trouble.
Ishida Soken glanced at the others, paused, and continued:
"The most urgent task is, it's meaningless to say these things now, Ryūken, I hope you can control your emotions."
"Shinigami and Quincy are indeed sworn enemies, but I don't think the bad relationship between them is impossible to alleviate."
"Let's get along with them for a while and see what kind of people they are…"
Now that things have come to this, this is the only option.
As soon as Ishida Soken finished speaking, his wife took a deep look at him, and then solemnly instructed Ishida Ryūken.
She also called the maid Katagiri Yae and told them not to use any Quincy abilities recently.
Hearing this, Ishida Ryūken, despite being full of impatience and dislike, had no choice but to agree for the sake of the family's safety.
This damn world, it's not enough for their clan to hide, and now disaster has fallen from the sky…
When will this precarious life end?
… …
Bakuzan Saigyunzai quietly moved into the Ishida household with Saito Furofushi and Shihouin Sennich, while Yoriichi was temporarily unaware of this.
At this time, Yoriichi was quietly staying on a winding path down the mountain.
The residual reishi in the air revealed to him that the three had appeared here.
Considering the place the path led to and the subtle traces of reishi movement, Yoriichi determined that they had already entered a human city.
Reverse thinking?
If he wasn't extremely sensitive to reishi, he might really have been successfully deceived by them.
After all, when any Shinigami is arresting criminals, the first thought that comes to mind is that the criminal must be hiding in some deserted and secluded place.
Because that's the only way they won't be easily discovered.
Inaccessibility means safety, and the entire mountain can become their hiding place.
As for now… After thinking for a moment, Yoriichi immediately set off in the direction of the reishi movement.
However, because Karakura Town is a heavy reishi land.
Hollow's spiritual pressure, Shinigami's spiritual pressure, and human spiritual pressure are intertwined.
Once you enter a bustling area, those reishi become as erratic as clouds, as if they will disappear at any time.
No wonder they chose here.
Finding the one belonging to hell among countless toothpick-like creatures is much more difficult than finding it among a few individual toothpicks.
Considering that the chains on their bodies were severed, losing their positioning and restraint, and combining their strength, it's no wonder those nobles wanted to seek support.
Yoriichi pondered for a moment, quietly sensing the reishi.
Before long, he came to the street where the Ishida house was located.
At this point, the clues came to an abrupt end, and there were no traces of reishi in the air.
However, a young man and woman walking in front of him instantly attracted Yoriichi's attention.
The young man had snow-white silver hair and was dressed very appropriately.
A black-haired, black-eyed maid followed beside him, steadily holding an umbrella for him, blocking the scorching sunlight.
Vaguely, one could sense that they had traces of spiritual pressure being tempered.
But what Yoriichi cared about was not this.
But…
Yoriichi's eyes were fixed on him.
Seeming to notice this gaze, the young man raised his eyes slightly, and then, as if seeing an enemy, his face changed drastically.
The maid beside him also looked over, and with just one glance, her expression also changed slightly, and she subconsciously reached into her pocket, as if to take something out.
Judging from the contraction of her muscles, she touched it, but hesitated in the next moment and didn't take it out.
A second later, she whispered a few words to the young man.
Then, the two pretended to be chatting casually and quietly changed the direction of their advance.
Mistakenly thinking that these subtle changes were not seen by Yoriichi.
Because the two were tens of meters apart.
At this distance, it is difficult for normal people to even see the whole picture clearly, let alone observe those insignificant little details.
However, Yoriichi is not a normal person.
The changes in the expressions and movements of the two were completely captured by him, which made him frown slightly.
Just then, Yoriichi suddenly remembered something.
Watching the young man's back as he was about to leave.
With a bang, Yoriichi disappeared from the spot.
He appeared in front of the two and asked bluntly:
"You two are Quincy, right?"
"..."
When Yoriichi's question rang out in the air, Ishida Ryūken and Katagiri Yae's bodies seemed to have been pressed with a pause button, and they subconsciously held their breath.
This man suddenly appeared in front of them, which they had not expected at all.
Damn it!
How did he catch up?!
Is it so difficult for their clan to survive?
Ishida Ryūken felt heavy, as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest, and felt that it would be difficult to escape today.
This Shinigami saw through their identities at a glance, and his speed was so fast that even his dynamic vision could not capture it clearly.
You know, Quincy have used bows and arrows as weapons for generations, and eyesight is naturally the capital they are proud of.
However, even so, he still can't keep up with his speed…
This is probably someone from his father's generation!
Ishida Ryūken slowly raised his eyes, and the blocked sunlight in front of him made his heart dim.
He could clearly feel the unease conveyed by Katagiri Yae when she tightly grasped his palm.
But now, he racked his brains and couldn't think of a good way to get rid of the current predicament.
After all, he is not a real Quincy, but just an ordinary human who has learned Quincy skills.
Wait… Suddenly, an idea flashed through Ishida Ryūken's mind like lightning, and his eyes lit up.
That's right, I'm not a Quincy, what am I afraid of?
Instantly gaining confidence, Ishida Ryūken quickly met Yoriichi's eyes, he tried to keep himself calm, and said:
"I don't understand what you are talking about, sir, can you please step aside?"
"You are scaring my maid."
Yoriichi was silent for a moment, his eyes fell on the slightly trembling Katagiri Yae, then he slightly stepped aside and restrained some of his spiritual pressure.
Just as Ishida Ryūken was preparing to take the opportunity to pass quickly, Yoriichi's voice sounded again:
"You don't need to try to hide it from me. On the way here, I briefly browsed the information about the Human World."
"You should be the only son of the Ishida lineage."
"When the Shinigami carried out the extermination of the Quincy a hundred years ago, your father only saved your lives by surrendering to the Shinigami."
As soon as these words came out, Ishida Ryūken suddenly stopped.
Because he had his back to Yoriichi, Yoriichi didn't know his expression at the moment, but his trembling body could be imagined his emotions at the moment.
However, these are undeniable facts, the Ishida lineage did betray the Quincy in that disaster.
Yoriichi didn't want to comment too much on Ishida Soken's choice. At this moment, all his attention was focused on Ishida Ryūken in front of him.
Only because there were some traces of reishi on Ishida Ryūken.
The traces were very faint, like wisps of transparent smoke, looming, but Yoriichi still clearly felt it with his keen perception.
If there are no surprises, Ishida Ryūken should have been in contact with those First Generation Captains…
Thinking of this, Yoriichi paused and continued:
"You should have seen Shinigami like me recently, right?"
"Do you know where they are?"
"Why should I tell you?" Ishida Ryūken gritted his teeth and turned around abruptly.
Even if he was well-trained, it was difficult to calm down when faced with the tragic past.
He lowered his voice, his tone full of doubts: "Shinigami, since you know this, why do you dare to appear in front of us openly?"
"Do you really think that we Quincy have no temper?"
"I never thought so." Yoriichi's voice was as calm as water, "I'm just stating the facts."
"What's more, there was indeed a problem with your behavior back then. You have to admit your mistakes. This is the truth."
"I am chasing those Shinigami. If you know their location, please tell me."
These calm words made Ishida Ryūken feel turbulent again. What does it mean to admit your mistakes?
They have never done anything wrong, Hollow should have been killed and exterminated!
Ishida Ryūken wanted to argue with Yoriichi about this matter, because it concerned the glory and dignity of their Quincy.
Even if he was unwilling to become a Quincy, he was still a member of the Quincy family.
But then, Katagiri Yae's actions and voice suddenly awakened him.
Katagiri Yae pulled on Ishida Ryūken's sleeve and said softly and quickly:
"Young Master Ryūken, don't get entangled in this matter. He seems to be here to help us."
"It is indeed a great danger for those three Shinigami to stay in Ishida."
"Maybe one day they will discover our identity and then attack…"
Her voice was very soft, but both Ishida Ryūken and Yoriichi heard it.
Yoriichi glanced at her: "Are they at your house?"
"I see."
He was wondering why Ishida Ryūken had traces of reishi on his body. It turned out that these captains hid in the Quincy's house in order to escape the pursuit…
They may not know that the Ishida lineage is Quincy, because Yoriichi didn't see any Quincy decorations on them.
Refining spiritual pressure doesn't mean anything.
This luck is really unmatched.
If the time is longer, maybe those things Katagiri Yae said will really happen.
Although Shinigami and Quincy are in opposing positions, Yoriichi will not sit idly by and watch others kill innocent people indiscriminately.
After all, the Ishida lineage did nothing wrong.
The only ones who were wrong were those radical Quincy, and this group of people had been wiped out by the Shinigami back then.
Thinking of this, Yoriichi nodded:
"Take me there."
"They must have caused great trouble to your family. I am deeply sorry for this."
"But it will be over today."
"There's no need to apologize to us, we don't need your apology." Ishida Ryūken expressed extreme disapproval of Yoriichi's words.
Because in his opinion, since it was a flaw in the appearance of the Shinigami, then apologizing again is just crocodile tears and hypocrisy.
Yoriichi quietly glanced at Ishida Ryūken and did not refute. The Quincy's misunderstanding of the Shinigami was too deep.
Yoriichi didn't think that he could change his impression in their hearts with just a few words.
But the task still has to be done.
He walked forward and asked Ishida Ryūken to lead the way, but the latter did not act because of anger.
In the end, Katagiri Yae hesitated for a while, whispered something in Ishida Ryūken's ear, and quickly followed Yoriichi's pace, and asked:
"You should be a Shinigami captain, right?"
"I don't know what they did to deserve your personal arrest?"
"Are they very strong?"
The words of the two became weaker and weaker as the distance increased.
Ishida Ryūken looked at them with a complicated expression, pondered for a while, stomped his feet for the sake of his family, and then quickly caught up.
He cursed inwardly.
As a descendant of the Quincy, he had to obey the orders of a Shinigami. This was indeed a great humiliation.
But he really had no choice, after all… people have to bow their heads under the eaves.
…
When Yoriichi Tsugikuni arrived at the Ishida residence, before entering, he saw three Shinigami with different temperaments standing in the center of the courtyard, staring at him with solemn faces.
That look seemed to say.
Sure enough, he's here.
The man in the middle frowned slightly, rubbed his temples, and said with a hint of helplessness:
"What did I say? These guys are completely haunting. They can still find us even if they hide here…"
"If those Shinigami in Soul Society had this kind of efficiency back then, so many people wouldn't have died when Yhwach invaded."
"Looks like a captain…."
Before he finished speaking, he changed the subject and shouted at Yoriichi Tsugikuni:
"Hey, kid, which division captain are you? Did Yamamoto Genryusai send you to arrest us? You can just listen to what he says, you don't have to take it too seriously."
"Considering that we are seniors, can you do us a favor?"
"Although we are Sinners, we will never cause trouble in the Human World. We just want to experience the outside world."
"Hell is so boring."
Hearing this, even though it was the first time he saw him, Yoriichi knew his name—Shihouin Sennich.
If he remembered correctly, it should be Yoruichi's grandfather.
He looks very young, and his personality is similar to hers.
It's just that his words are a bit taken for granted.
The surrounding atmosphere was not oppressive, and Shihouin Sennich's presence seemed to dilute it a bit. Yoriichi nodded slightly:
"Sorry, I can't agree. I am the ninth division captain."
"Your existence has seriously affected the order of the Human World and Hell. If possible, please leave as soon as possible. I don't want to use force."
"Heh…" Shihouin Sennich chuckled, "Sure enough, the captain of the prison squad, I don't know which generation…"
"Your strength should be good, otherwise you wouldn't be able to say such things."
He knew in his heart that Yoriichi Tsugikuni could not easily agree to their request. After all, if he dared to accept this task, he must know the difficulty of the task.
If he let them go easily, then he would not be worthy of being a Shinigami.
Shihouin Sennich shook his head almost imperceptibly, preparing to speak to delay time in order to better judge Yoriichi Tsugikuni's strength and methods.
The next second, Saito Furofushi's impatient voice suddenly sounded:
"That's really long-winded, it's just a junior, Shihouin, why are you so cautious?"
"Could it be that you think his strength can compete with the three of us?"
"Don't joke around!"
"Looking at his appearance, he is not even three hundred years old. Even Yamamoto Genryusai back then would not dare to say that he could defeat us at this age!"
Saito Furofushi suddenly pulled out his Zanpakuto, a crazy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he looked sideways at Yoriichi Tsugikuni, his eyes full of excitement:
"Kid, I'll give you a chance. If you retreat now, for the sake of Yamamoto Genryusai, we can let you go."
"But if you are obsessed, don't blame us for being rude!"
"The strength of the First Generation Captains is not something that a small junior like you can imagine!"
"When we were famous in Soul Society, your grandfather might not have been born yet!"