XX-level Hokage

On the contrary, Mashiro wore a listless and disgusted expression throughout. To her, these crudely dressed "ghosts" played by humans were...

Compared to the real monsters in Hueco Mundo, which are formed from twisted souls, they are like child's scribbles, so childish that they don't interest her at all.

As the sun set, painting the clouds on the horizon a brilliant orange-red, the two boarded the Ferris wheel, a symbol of romance and eternity. As the cabin slowly rose, the entire landscape of Karakura Town unfolded beneath their feet like a scroll painting.

In the distance, the streetlights were just coming on, like a fleeting galaxy. Inside the cabin, a brief silence fell.

Orihime hugged her teddy bear, gazing at the magnificent sunset outside the window, her heart filled with emotion and contentment. She turned her head to look at Mashiro beside her. In the afterglow of the setting sun, Mashiro's profile was bathed in a soft golden halo, so beautiful it seemed unreal.

“Mashiro-kun…” Orihime said softly, “Thank you. I’m really happy today.”

“We’re friends, aren’t we?” Mashiro turned her head and looked at her with a smile. “Yes!” Orihime nodded emphatically.

“Orihime,” Mashiro’s voice suddenly became a little more serious, “your ability stems from your heart; the stronger your protective heart is, the stronger your power of refusal will be.”

Upon hearing this, Orihime was slightly taken aback.

“Tell me,” Zhenbai gazed into her eyes, his deep eyes seeming to see through her soul, “What do you most want to protect right now?”

Mashiro's question, like a pebble thrown into Orihime's calm heart, stirred up ripples.

She remembered her helplessness when facing Ulquiorra in Hueco Mundo; she remembered how Kurosaki-kun was covered in wounds time and time again while protecting her; she remembered Chad and Ishida, who also put themselves in danger for her sake.

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Mashiro didn't speak; she simply reached out and gently pulled Orihime into her arms.

"Your power is not meant to be used to harm." The voice of Zhenzi, gentle yet powerful, said, "It is a unique gift, capable of creating miracles."

She gently patted Orihime's back, as if comforting a wronged child.

"Don't be afraid of it, Orihime. Trust it, trust your own heart, for your heart is far stronger than you imagine."

Mashiro's embrace was warm and reassuring. In her arms, Orihime gradually stopped crying. She could feel that Mashiro's words were not just simple comfort, but a heartfelt affirmation and guidance of her strength.

As the Ferris wheel slowly descended to the ground and night quietly fell, Orihime's heart was no longer filled with confusion and fear. She looked at Mashiro beside her, her eyes filled with gratitude and determination.

"Thank you, Mashiro-kun. I... I know what to do." "Good." Mashiro smiled with satisfaction.

The two walked out of the amusement park side by side. Under the dazzling night lights, their shadows were stretched long and long.

At the crossroads where they parted, Orihime, hugging a giant teddy bear, bowed deeply to Mashiro. "See you tomorrow, Mashiro-kun."

[Inoue Orihime's affection +20] "Okay, see you tomorrow."

Mashiro watched Orihime's vibrant figure disappear around the street corner, and the smile on her face gradually faded into a calm. [Name: Inoue Orihime]

Gender: Female; Zanpakuto: None

Special Ability: Shield Shun Six Flowers (Rejection of All Things)

Identity: Fullbringer Available Path: Lover Affection Level: 85

好感度：10（初始点+1）（已获得）好感度：50（初始点十3）（已获得）好感度：90（初始点+5）」

The materialization of soul power hidden within the six-petaled light blue pair of hair clips that Orihime always wears; the names of the Rikka members are all related to flowers.

They are responsible for attack, healing, and defense skills respectively, and are occasionally used by Orihime to search for other targets.

Three-Day Shield Formation - Fireless Chrysanthemum, Plum Blossom, Lily (Defensive Move) Defense Technique: Rejects attacks outside the shield. Fireless Chrysanthemum, Plum Blossom, and Lily return to the apex of the inverted triangle, then open an orange-yellow triangular shield to defend against attacks. However, it is effective against overly powerful attacks and will shatter after a one-time defense.

Double Heaven Return Shield - Shunying, Xiaoying (Healing Technique) Repair Technique: Rejects all adverse effects "within the shield". An orange-yellow barrier is opened between Shunying and Yingpu to surround the object to be protected. The protected object inside the shield can heal wounds, regenerate severed limbs, and remove the control state.

Lone Sky Shield Slash - Tsubaki Oni (Attack Technique): Rejecting the "material combination" between the "inside and outside" of the shield, the Tsubaki Oni transforms into an orange-yellow flying blade, slicing and separating material objects. Regardless of whether the attack succeeds or fails, it vanishes into thin air and reappears on the hairpin.

"It's back to normal now."

The white of Karakura Town is more needed than at any time in Seireitei.

Sunlight pierced through the sparse clouds, illuminating the entire city and making it bright and vibrant.

This peaceful world, brimming with the warmth of everyday life, stands in stark contrast to the tension in the hearts of those facing imminent death, a tension heightened by the impending final battle.

contrast.

Inside the temporary base, most of the team captains chose to make their final adjustments in their own way, whether it was through contemplation, sparring, or simply sitting quietly, letting time slip away in silence.

Meanwhile, Rukia Kuchiki sat alone under the eaves of the Urahara store's backyard, holding a paintbrush and drawing paper, absentmindedly drawing a crooked rabbit named "Chappie".

This was her usual way of relieving her worries, but today, the lines under her brush appeared particularly chaotic. Her heart was filled with worry for Ichigo's injuries and uncertainty about the upcoming final battle with Aizen. "It's still so...unique."

A voice with a faint smile came from behind her.

Rukia's body stiffened slightly; she knew who it was without even turning around.

That pure yet unfathomable spiritual pressure, and that composure that seemed to see through everything—only one person in the entire Seireitei possessed that quality. "Truly...Captain." Rukiya put down her paintbrush, turned around, and stood up somewhat awkwardly, bowing slightly.

Mashiro was still wearing her casual sportswear. She walked slowly to Rukia's side, her gaze falling on the strangely-looking rabbit on the drawing paper, a nostalgic smile flashing in her eyes.

"So many years have passed, but your love for rabbits hasn't changed at all." Rukia's cheeks flushed slightly, unsure how to respond.

Deep in her memory, the woman before her held a very special place. It wasn't simply a matter of awe for the first captain.

In her mind, some blurry images that had long been buried by the dust of time flashed by.

That was a long, long time ago, before she entered the True Spirit Academy, and before she was even adopted by the Kuchiki family, she saw from afar her frail and sickly older sister, Pai Shin, standing in front of the Kuchiki family's gate with a woman dressed in gorgeous clothes and with a noble air. Beside them was the then somewhat naive and young Kuchiki Miji.

That elegant woman was Mashiro.

Although Rukia couldn't remember the specifics of the conversation, she would always remember the gentle yet slightly piercing look in Mashiro's eyes when she looked at her sister.

From that day on, her sister's fate, and her own fate, underwent a dramatic transformation.

Later, she was adopted by the Kuchiki family and became a high-ranking noblewoman, but the loneliness and isolation she felt were like an invisible cage that tightly bound her when she was young.

During those darkest days, it was "Mashiro-sama" who would occasionally appear in her garden like a gentle breeze.

She would bring her interesting candies from the real world that she had never seen before; she would sit under the eaves and patiently teach her to draw rabbits of different shapes; and when she secretly cried because she missed her sister, she would gently embrace her.

Back then, Mashiro was her only confidante, the one she could confide in, the warmest ray of light in her dark childhood. However, all of this came to an abrupt end with that sudden "defection."

The name Mashiro became a taboo in the Seireitei overnight, and that gentle figure completely disappeared from her life. Hundreds of years have passed, and the torrent of time has washed away that intimacy and dependence, leaving only a thin veil called "strangeness".

Therefore, at this moment, facing Mashiro's seemingly unchanged closeness, Rukia felt so... at a loss.

"What are you thinking about?" Mashiro's voice pulled Rukia back from her reverie. "N-nothing...nothing at all," Rukia shook her head somewhat flusteredly.

“Let’s go.” Mashiro didn’t ask any further questions. She simply extended her hand naturally. “I remember there’s a white rice ball shop nearby that’s really good. Would you like to try it?”

Mashiro's invitation was simple and direct.

Rukia looked at her, at those eyes that still held a faint smile, and she knew that she didn't want to, and had no reason to, refuse.

Mashiro led Rukia to a quaint Japanese confectionery shop hidden deep in a shopping street. The shop's decor was elegant and tranquil, and the air was filled with the sweet aroma of red beans and glutinous rice.

Mashiro naturally ordered two of the shop's signature dishes—Hakutama Zenzai. Soon, two steaming bowls of dessert were served.

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In the white porcelain bowl was a bowl of soft, sweet red bean paste, with a few round, adorable, and pure white glutinous rice balls floating on top. "Try it," Mashiro pushed one of the bowls in front of Rukia. "I remember you and Makoto used to love this the most." The name "Makoto" was like the gentlest spell, instantly striking the softest spot in Rukia's heart.

That was her sister's name, a name she hadn't heard anyone mention in a long time. Lucia picked up her spoon, saved a white rice ball, and put it in her mouth.

That familiar, soft, sweet taste instantly melted on her taste buds, as if melting away the centuries-old ice between her and Mashiro.

Her eyes were slightly red. "You really do remember..."

"Of course I remember." Mashiro smiled, a warm nostalgia in her smile. "Hisashi was a very gentle person, and also the strongest woman I've ever met."

The two ate their desserts in silence, without saying anything more.

But the silence wasn't awkward; instead, it was filled with a sweet aroma, carrying a warm feeling of a long-awaited reunion.

After leaving the dessert shop, Mashiro took Rukia to a nearby park. The midday sun was shining brightly, casting dappled shadows through the dense foliage.

In the park, mothers were playing with their children, and elderly people were strolling leisurely—a scene of peace and tranquility. The two found a quiet bench and sat down.

"Lady Mashiro," Rukia finally mustered the courage to ask the question that had been lingering in her heart, "Was my sister... happy in the end?"

This was the first time she had ever asked an outsider about her sister; she had never dared to be so presumptuous, not even in front of her older brother. But for some reason, in front of Mashiro, she could so naturally express this deepest longing.

Mashiro didn't answer immediately. She simply watched quietly as the children ran and played in the park under the sunlight, a complex yet gentle light flashing in her eyes.

"Are you happy?" she repeated softly, as if savoring the meaning of the word.

"I don't know what you mean by happiness." Mashiro turned to look at Rukia. "Does it mean marrying into the Kuchiki family and living a life of luxury? Or does it mean winning the love of Byakuya, whom she has always admired?"

Rukia was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

She truly loved Byakuya, and marrying the one she loved was undoubtedly happiness for her. "Mashiro's voice was soft, yet it carried a power that pierced the heart," she said. "However, for her, that happiness was always accompanied by a tremendous, unbearable pain."

"pain?"

"Yes." Mashiro nodded. "Because she abandoned you, abandoning her only sister in this world for her own happiness. This..."

Guilt, like a venomous snake, gnawed at her soul day and night, and eroded her already frail body.

Rukia's body trembled violently, and her face turned pale instantly.

So, when she learned that you were still alive and in Rukongai, she disregarded everything and begged Byakuya to find you and bring you back to the Kuchiki family. "Mashiro looked at Rukia, her eyes softening considerably," she said. "To her, you are her ultimate happiness. Only by seeing you live peacefully and happily can her soul find true redemption."

"I," Rukia's tears finally broke free and suddenly streamed down her face.

“So, Rukia,” Mashiro reached out and gently wiped away the tears on her cheeks, “don’t carry any more unnecessary burdens. Hisa never wanted you to sacrifice anything to repay the Kuchiki family’s kindness. All she wanted was for you to be able to live freely and for yourself, like an ordinary girl.”

Mashiro's words, like a warm ray of sunshine, illuminated the darkest corner of Rukia's heart, shrouded in "responsibility" and "guilt." She finally understood her brother's seemingly cold but actually profound protection; and she finally understood her sister's unspoken feelings before her death.

The deepest love that is exported.

As the setting sun once again painted the sky with orange-red hues, Rukia's mood had completely calmed down.

The heavy burden that had weighed on her heart for decades was finally released under Mashiro's gentle guidance. "Let's go, it's getting late." Mashiro stood up, preparing to return with Rukia.

"Yes." Rukia nodded, feeling her steps become much lighter.

Just as the two were about to leave, Mashiro seemed to suddenly remember something. She took out a beautifully wrapped small gift box from her bosom and handed it to Rukia.

"This is for you."

"This is...?" Rukia took the gift box with a puzzled look, opened it, and was instantly stunned. On the velvet lining of the gift box lay a small and exquisite hair clip.

The hair clip is shaped like a lifelike white rabbit running, with its eyes made of two tiny rubies that shimmer with a warm glow in the afterglow of the setting sun.

That was... her favorite look of "Chabi".

“I remember,” Mashiro said, a nostalgic, gentle smile spreading across her face as she looked at Rukia’s shocked expression. “When you were little, you loved drawing these weird little rabbits. I think you’ll like them.”

Rukia's body froze completely.