I said you are all war criminals

In the following time, Xiangzi asked Nana about the daily life of Seireitei from time to time, from training to meals, nothing important.

Nana responded to Xiangzi's questions in a perfunctory manner, thinking in her mind how to get rid of this woman as soon as possible.

"Ms. Nana, how many years have you been a Death God?"

Xiangzi suddenly changed the subject.

This question made Nana stunned for a moment, and then a sense of pride arose spontaneously.

"Three years."

She puffed out her chest, a barely perceptible hint of pride in her tone, "I reincarnated into Soul Society three years ago. I spent two years studying at the Shinō Spiritual Academy, and within a year I became vice-captain."

Xiangzi raised his eyebrows, seeming a little surprised.

"Oh? So fast?"

Nana raised her chin slightly, a confident smile on her lips.

"People say I'm another genius after Hitsugaya-senpai."

Xiangzi's expression became a little complicated, like surprise, and like... pity?

"I suppose so."

Finally, Xiangzi said softly, with a hint of indescribable meaning in his tone, "You are the one who can do this kind of thing."

"Huh? Ah..."

Nana was a little confused, "Thank you?"

Seeing Nana like this, Xiangzi lowered her eyelids, and she suddenly asked another question.

"Speaking of which, I've always been curious about a question... Nana, since you were reincarnated into Soul Society three years ago, you should know what happened in the human world, right?"

"Well, although I was reincarnated from the present world, I don't remember what happened in my previous life."

This was not confidential information, so Nana told it out without any worries.

When Xiangzi heard that Nana didn't remember anything about her life, his eyes flickered. That strange light flashed by like a swimming fish, so fast that it was almost impossible to catch. "Is that so? That's a pity."

She paused, a hint of regret in her tone, and then asked casually, "Why is that?"

Nana was a little confused by Xiangzi's change of attitude, but she still explained it seriously.

"When I was at the Shinō Spiritual Arts Academy, my teacher told me that after a soul is reincarnated into Soul Society, it undergoes a process called 'Soul Burial'. During this process, the memories of the previous life are erased, leaving only the essence of the soul."

She paused, recalling what she had learned in class. "It is said that this is to help the soul better adapt to life in Soul Society, and avoid being troubled by memories from the past life, which would affect its training."

Nana said this while secretly observing Xiangzi's reaction. Xiangzi kept smiling, but Nana always felt that there was something hidden in that smile, which made her feel uneasy.

"I see,"

Xiangzi nodded, seeming very interested in Nana's explanation. "So, you don't remember anything about your life?"

"Yes,"

Nana answered affirmatively.

Xiangzi leaned forward slightly, "So, Nana, suppose, I mean suppose, if your best friend in life appeared in front of you, what would you do?"

She deliberately emphasized the word "close friend" and observed the changes in Nana's expression.

Nana was stunned at first, as if she was caught off guard by the question. She subconsciously bit her lower lip, her eyes were wandering, her hands were subconsciously clasped together, her fingertips rubbing against each other, and her tone was hesitant.

"Honestly, I don't know... I should be confused, right?"

"Confused...and then?"

Xiangzi asked again.

"I still feel uneasy, hoping that guy will get away from me..."

Nana's hair had a pair of ponytails tied into the shape of bananas, swaying gently.

“…Disappear.”

153

Chapter 153: Goto Ichiri’s daily life.

Between the towering thrones, a heavy silence permeated the air, as if time had stood still. The towering dome cast a shadow across the empty hall, leaving only the solitary throne at its center, radiating a cold luster. Silence echoed throughout the empty hall, further highlighting the emptiness and desolation of the space. The walls were intricately carved, but they could not dispel the desolate air. The room was unusually empty.

Goto Ichiri sat alone on the throne.

Ever since being able to bestow the "holy text" upon others a year ago, Ichiri has gradually become...

Staying at home.

She went out less often and even spent most of her time in a daze in this throne room.

It wasn't because Yili liked it, but because she had to.

Goto Ichiri's power is now so immense that her mere presence in the real world exerts a tremendous gravitational pull on the surrounding space. This pull isn't a matter of ordinary physics, but rather stems from a deep spiritual pressure within her soul that distorts time and space. Soul Society and Hueco Mundo, two realms dependent on the real world yet existing independently, are being drawn towards the human world like iron filings drawn to a magnet. To prevent the world's ultimate collapse, she is forced to confine herself to this specially constructed throne room. This throne room, painstakingly constructed by Yamada Ryo, has the core function of suppressing the immense spiritual pressure emanating from Ichiri as much as possible, preventing it from disrupting the world's balance. As long as Ichiri remains here, order among the three worlds can barely maintain stability.

Besides, this throne room is a good place. You don't need to eat or drink water for a mile here. Apart from the fact that your whole body feels numb as if it has been electrocuted, the numbness in your nerve endings is like a maggot on your tarsal bone, and the boundless pressure is eroding your mind like a tide... there are no other problems.

A feeling of paralysis followed her like a shadow, her consciousness oscillating between wakefulness and slumber. She felt like a jellyfish abandoned on the beach, washed helplessly by the rising and falling tides. The icy cold of the throne seeped through her thin clothes and into her skin, bringing waves of piercing chills. She almost fell asleep, her eyelids heavy as if filled with lead.

Suddenly, the sound of light footsteps broke the silence between the thrones.

Yili raised his eyelids slightly, and a familiar blue color broke into his blurred vision.

It's Yamada Ryo.

He was still wearing his signature blue lab coat and holding a metal box. "Good morning, Your Majesty."

Yili glanced at the endless darkness outside the window and said, "Stop teasing me, Liang."

If ordinary members of the Knights heard what Ichiri said now, they would definitely be very surprised.

After all, in the eyes of the Knights, Ichiri is a cruel and ruthless person... After all, in history books, only cruel guys can be called "Holy Kings".

After some small talk, Yamada Ryo stepped forward. The metal box in her hand swayed slightly, making a subtle "click" sound, forming a sharp contrast with the silence of the hall. Then, she slowly placed the metal box in front of Ichiri and opened it.

Rows of gleaming torture instruments were tightly packed together, each meticulously carved and meticulously crafted. These instruments were not intended for external use, but to inflict immense pain within a confined space.

"Should we start now, or wait?"

Yamada Ryo asked calmly.

"Your research is important,"

Yili said calmly, "Don't waste your time with me...just do it."

Yamada Ryo shrugged lightly, steadied the metal box in her hand, and then began to select the tools she thought were most suitable. Her movements were slow but very skillful, and it was obvious that she knew these tools very well.

"I've been wondering, could we try something a little more gentle?"

Yamada Ryo's fingers moved over the assortment of torture instruments.

Yamada Ryo's fingers moved between the torture instruments, and he whispered, "Perhaps we can find... another way."

There was a hint of hope in her tone.

There was no response. Her vision gradually blurred, the world before her becoming distant and unreal. A heavy sense of exhaustion washed over her like a tide, and her eyelids slipped shut without her noticing. At the edge of consciousness, a sense of warmth welled up, sweeping over her. She seemed to have returned to a carefree time, when she could only face the sun and the breeze, feel the warmth of the earth, free from the burdens of endless responsibility. Immersed in dreams, she drifted on the boundless ocean, gently rocked by the waves.

"One mile?"

Yamada Ryo noticed Ichiri's slightly tilted head and called out softly.

So, Yili woke up from his short dream.

"...I'm fine."

Yili pressed the bridge of his nose and breathed gently.

When he opened his eyes again, Yili saw the skinning knife in Liang's hand, the blade reflecting a cold luster under the light.

"Then let's begin."

Yamada Ryo said this calmly, without any hesitation or reluctance in his words.

Yili didn't respond, only nodded slightly, as if the pain that was about to come was just a part of daily life. At this moment, his heart ached slightly, but he hid the pain deep in his heart, and his face didn't show any emotion.

The skinning knife gently scraped across Yili's skin, slicing through his sleeve. The sharp blade brought a slight sting. Blood slowly flowed out, flowing along the flesh, dripping onto the cold throne. Liang watched quietly, his movements precise and steady.

Yili's expression didn't change at all, as if the person being skinned and cut was not himself, but another person far away.

The skinning knife twirled gently in Liang's hands, her movements methodical and measured. The blade sliced across a mile of skin, like a merciless pen writing a melody of pain on paper. A normal person would have likely passed out from the pain by now... No, Liang wouldn't allow the recipient to pass out. This method she'd developed was designed to "indulge the maximum amount of pain while the person is awake."

Or, to put it more simply.

This is a technique developed to "make people unhappy."

Yamada Ryo's movements were methodical, the tools in her hands like an artist's brush, silently recording every subtle movement and nuance. Each cut seemed precisely calculated, and Ichiri endured unimaginable torment in this silent agony. Even so, Ichiri's expression remained unchanged, like a statue of a deity crafted by a Greek sculptor, a statue even more magnificent than the god himself.

Yamada Ryo's hand continued to slide relentlessly. The skinning knife seemed to be attached to her fingers, accurately and ruthlessly slicing through Ichimi's skin. The only sounds in the room were the gentle scraping of the blade against flesh and the dripping of blood on the floor.

Every drop of falling blood whipped Liang's nerves like a mockery.

Her eyes never left the tool in her hands.

The knife marks increased little by little.

At last……

Liang's fingers finally stopped.

"...You're too cruel to me, Ichiri."

Liang said in a frivolous voice.

"Why do I have to make you into tuna sashimi every day?"

"Because I believe you."

Yili said softly, his tone gentle but unquestionable.

Yamada Ryo stopped what she was doing and tilted her head slightly to look at Ichiri in front of her. The corners of her mouth curved up slightly, a barely perceptible smile.

Liang smiled sadly.

"...That's why I said you were cruel, Ichiri."

"Liang, you know this is necessary cruelty."

Yamada Ryo stared at Goto Ichiri, as if trying to find some flaws in that face.

"Souls do not grow forever. A soul that grows like this would be more harmful."

Ichiri said casually, "Rather than letting Soul Society gradually approach, it would be the safest option for me to weaken and reduce my soul every day."

Goto Ichiri's soul grew naturally over time, like the tide. This growth was not controlled by her will, as if it were a strange gift bestowed upon her by nature... but this gift also contained poison.

Her soul is too strong.

It will gradually draw all other worlds like Soul Society to Earth.

"You know, if I allow my soul to grow, and Soul Society and the living world collide... the consequences will be devastating."

"I know. That's what I calculated."

Liang lay down beside Yili's throne, and she rested her blue hair on the bloodstained armrest of the throne.

She uttered words filled with pain.

"It's all my fault..."

"These are all my orders. You have nothing to blame yourself for."

Ichiri said in a flat and stubborn voice.

Liang raised his head and was about to say something when he saw that all the wounds on Yili's body healed quickly, and a gleam of light flashed in her eyes.

"What happened again?"

Liang packed up the torture instruments he had brought with him. Obviously, now was not the time to continue the "treatment".

Ichiri didn't answer Liang's question. She just looked at what was happening in front of her - or rather, what was happening in front of "a certain Quincy".

As the King of the Quincies, Ichiri can see what all Quincies are seeing. Of course, for privacy reasons, Ichiri usually doesn't use this ability... except when a Quincy is in danger, and only in the rare circumstances set by Ichiri, will she see what is happening in front of other Quincies.

This time.

I immediately saw Nana Ohba through Xiangzi's eyes.