"Sister, brother-in-law!" The thin figure wearing a hood ran all the way, arriving at the agreed spot out of breath, and called out eagerly before even stopping.
"Watch your words, young comrade! Who is your brother-in-law?!"
"I'm just used to calling you that!" The boy pulled back his hood, revealing a cute, dark-skinned face.
"Brother-in-law, this is what you wanted!" The boy pulled a small booklet from his chest and handed it to Shimizu Sei.
Shimizu Sei sighed softly. He had to admit, regarding this marriage, the only thing he still felt attached to was this sensible younger brother-in-law.
However, his goal was the stars and the sea. How could he give up the entire sky for just one star like Yoruichi?
"Yushirō, your brother-in-law won't be able to look after you anymore!" Shimizu Sei struck a grand pose and patted the boy's shoulder.
"Ah!" Shihōin Yushirō looked reluctant, as if he was about to cry, but he quickly composed himself.
"Don't worry, brother-in-law! Big Sis just hasn't met you yet. Once she sees you, she'll definitely change her mind. Just wait a bit, I'll arrange it!"
What a good younger brother-in-law! Too bad your brother-in-law doesn't need it!
"Forget it. I've already been kicked out. If I get brought back, I won't be able to get by in Seireitei. It would be too embarrassing!"
"Relax! Do you remember the story I told you about the youth, about thirty years, about the king's return, and about the crooked-mouthed dragon king? Your brother-in-law will come to see you then."
Under Yushirō's reluctant gaze, Shimizu Sei waved goodbye with a flourish.
After wandering around, Shimizu Sei returned to his somewhat dilapidated old residence on the edge of the noble district.
After greeting Yuriko, the old servant who had raised him, he returned to his room and lay on the floor, finally letting out a sigh of relief.
All of today's objectives were completed.
Shimizu Sei, male, likes females.
His age was unknown, having already ventured in the Soul Society for several decades.
His family background was that of a fallen minor noble family affiliated with the Shihōin Clan.
His mother died young, and his father was a typical corrupt noble of the Soul Society, who, filled with longing for his ancestors' glory and dissatisfaction with reality, died of melancholy ten years ago.
"Sei! The mission to revitalize the family is yours. I couldn't do it, but I found you a good marriage. Go find your Uncle Kishinoshin; I've arranged everything for you!"
As the old man grumbled and dissipated into reishi, Shimizu Sei felt a pang of sadness.
Although the old man was usually quite improper, squandering a vast family fortune on constant feasting, drinking, and debauchery, he had, after all, been quite good to him.
On the way to find Ōmaeda, he felt quite apprehensive. He vaguely remembered that this fellow had a daughter whose demeanor was out of sync with the entire family, a breath of fresh air. Marrying her might not be unacceptable.
But at this age, he didn't know if her daughter had even been born yet. This arranged childhood marriage seemed far too early.
However, after finding Ōmaeda, he was completely speechless. It turned out it wasn't an alliance with the Omaeda Family, but... how could he revitalize the family now?
He would have to change his name to Shihōin Haru in the future... Although Yoruichi was very appealing, how could a single tree compare to a dense forest?
Shimizu Sei cleared his mind for a moment, then regained his focus, pulling out the booklet Yushirō had given him and examining it carefully.
It must be said that in these past ten years, he hadn't done nothing and merely indulged in a decadent life.
Firstly, his relationship with this younger brother-in-law was indeed quite good.
Secondly, he had successfully charmed the still young Suì-Fēng, who at that time was still called Houchou Ling.
For long-lived species like Shinigami, outward appearance doesn't necessarily reflect actual age.
Research indicates that changes in appearance are inextricably linked to one's mindset, cognition, and strength.
For example, he and Houchou Ling, combined, were over a hundred years old, yet they still looked very young.
He quickly flipped through the booklet Yushirō had given him. It was densely filled with the Shunpo techniques passed down by the Shihōin Clan, and some reportedly Yoruichi, that smelly woman, had written herself.
Everyone knew Shunpo, but mastering it was difficult. These techniques seemed simple, but they were invaluable treasures, the cornerstone for great nobles to maintain their status and position, secrets that would never be divulged.
Shimizu Sei sighed. This younger brother-in-law was truly good to him; he would have to look after him if he had the chance.
After memorizing the text in the booklet, Shimizu Sei walked to the desolate courtyard, waved his hand to light a brazier, and watched the booklet burn to ashes under the licking flames before returning to his room.
Lying on his bed, gazing at the ceiling, Shimizu Sei thought of his previous life, so distant it felt like another dimension, his memories somewhat blurred.
In his previous life, he was mentally ill... what doctors called multiple personality disorder, but he didn't believe it, always feeling perfectly normal.
As the saying goes, a long illness makes a doctor. He also knew a lot about so-called multiple personality disorder, making him half an expert.
The biggest outward manifestation of this illness is that the characteristics of each personality are usually vastly different from the original personality. For example, if the original personality is shy and repressed, the new personality might be open and outgoing.
His reason for refuting the doctors was quite peculiar.
It was a sunny afternoon when Shimizu Sei confidently approached his attending physician, who was about to go to lunch, to request discharge for the 108th time.
"Dr. Chen, you keep saying I'm sick, but now I have a reason to prove I'm not."
The doctor was helpless. Even though he was hungry, he could only stop and listen to his reasoning, after all, no one wants to offend a mentally ill person!
"Logically, if each personality has a different character, then their preferences would naturally be different. Over time, the likes and dislikes of the sub-personalities would affect the main personality's perceptions, right?"
The doctor nodded, indicating agreement.
"But I've been here so long, and I've always liked that little nurse. Isn't that proof?"
Dr. Chen's expression turned cold, but Shimizu Sei seemed oblivious, continuing to chatter: "Like last time, when your wife came to bring you lunch, I saw her too. You see, I don't like your wife at all. She's a bit saggy. Isn't that proof that I'm not sick?"
That night, the doctor increased his medication dosage.
Perhaps too much was used?
He had transmigrated.
After inexplicably transmigrating to the Shinigami world, his original main personality shone brightly, eliminating and merging all other personalities.
Only then did he confirm that he truly was mentally ill in his previous life... but he also gained quite a few happy after-effects... Besides his learning and comprehension Ability increasing several-fold... his XP also truly diversified... Lying on the bed,
The essential element for a transmigrator—the golden finger—everyone had one, and he naturally couldn't be an exception.
However, his golden finger had a very faint presence. It didn't require him to check in, nor would it constantly pop up to assert its presence, always remaining in a dormant state.