"The master had Lady Hiyori's surname changed. Otherwise, I'm afraid she wouldn't even have the chance to attend the Spiritual Arts Academy in the future," the handmaiden said, shaking her head. "The young miss has taken her mother's original surname. She is now called Hiyori Sarugaki."
Sora looked at the infant's panel:
[Hiyori Sarugaki]
[Talent: A (S)]
[Spiritual Pressure: lv0]
[Affinity Level: Stranger]
[Status: Premature, Foundation Damaged]
If nothing unexpected happened, this baby was indeed the Hiyori Sarugaki from his memories.
Her spiritual pressure was extremely weak, not yet meeting the system's standard for level 1.
Due to her premature birth, her talent had also been greatly affected.
"What a pity..." Sora sighed inwardly.
Based on his observations, S-rank talent was a watershed. Not reaching it meant that it would be very difficult for Hiyori to break through to the captain-level in the future.
Jūshirō Ukitake raised his hand and used Kidō to cremate the woman's body.
Hiyori, held by the handmaiden, suddenly began to wail.
"She's crying. She should be healthy enough, right?" Kyōraku said, standing in front of her and making a funny face.
Hiyori cried even louder.
"She must be hungry..." Sora was in a bind. A newborn baby needed milk, and it would be very difficult for them to find some at a moment's notice.
"Can she drink this?" Kyōraku took the wine sack from his waist and brought it closer.
"Are you an idiot? How can a newborn baby drink alcohol?!" A vein was about to pop on Ukitake's forehead. He quickly reached out and pressed down on the mouth of the wine sack.
"Well, we don't have anything else... we can't just feed her the sauce Professor Katori mixed, can we..." Kyōraku threw up his hands.
"Let's check the shrine up ahead. There are traces of spiritual activity there," Yamamoto said, having sensed some ordinary souls in the shrine ahead.
Not long after, the group arrived.
As Yamamoto had said, many residents were gathered there.
"Tsk, tsk, we haven't seen this many people since entering the Hanakare district," Kyōraku said, surveying the situation. But then he frowned. "What are they doing?"
The souls in the shrine were all dressed in white robes, sitting in several circles.
A figure wearing a bone mask and the robes of a priest stood in the center.
The white-robed souls knelt around the priest, their hands clasped before their chests as if in prayer.
Their expressions were calm and serene, as if they had cast off all worldly troubles.
"Praying, I suppose?" Sora said. He saw a statue behind the priest. The deity these people worshipped was not humanoid.
It was not uncommon to encounter shrines in the Rukongai. Many souls used faith to fill their spiritual needs.
Some of the beliefs were related to the Soul King, some came from the World of the Living, and some were created by those who wished to manipulate people's hearts.
The white-robed priest noticed the group entering and slowly walked over.
"Have you come to bathe in the light of the Lord?" the priest asked gently.
"We are merely passing travelers. Are there any women here who have recently given birth? We have a child who needs milk..." Sora asked.
Hiyori cooperated by letting out a few cries.
The priest's attention was drawn to her. He asked the handmaiden curiously, "Are you not this child's mother?"
The handmaiden shook her head. "My lady passed away before she could give birth. It was only with the help of these sirs that..."
The priest's body trembled, and his tone became extremely agitated. "Are you saying—this child's mother was already dead before she was born? This is a child born from a corpse?"
The handmaiden nodded blankly.
The priest turned to his followers and raised his hands high. "Did you hear that? A miracle has occurred! It is a sign from the Lord!"
The white-robed followers also became very excited. Some even began to cry aloud, shedding tears of emotion and continuously giving thanks for the Lord's grace.
Sora and his group looked at each other. They had only come to see if there was a nursing mother, but this group of souls seemed to have been completely brainwashed by their faith.
"This child is the Child of God! The Lord's messenger!" the priest shouted, raising his arms.
"She's a girl," Sora reminded him.
"This child is the Holy Maiden! The Lord's messenger!" the priest amended his words and shouted again.
The followers kneeling on the ground also began to chant with him.
Sora silently labeled this man a charlatan who deceived the public.
"Let's put aside the matter of a holy maiden for a moment. This child was born prematurely and hasn't had a single drop of milk. She's very hungry now. Is there any kind person here who can provide milk?" Sora asked.
"Yes! Of course, there is!" The priest reached out, wanting to take the baby from the handmaiden's arms. "The Lord has already made preparations! We have several new mothers here. We can satisfy the Holy Maiden's every need!"
The priest's reaching claws were caught by a large hand. He looked up and saw that it was the strange man in the bamboo helmet who had stopped him.
"What are you doing! The Holy Maiden needs our care! Let go of me at once!" The priest tried to struggle but found he couldn't pull his hand free.
"You have ill intentions. Do not harm this child," Sajin Komamura said coldly.
"What nonsense are you spouting? I am the messenger of the Lord! You who disrespect the gods, let go at once!" the priest cursed angrily.
The white-robed followers all rose and surrounded the group.
Komamura released his spiritual pressure, and the priest and his followers suddenly felt a terrifying pressure pressing down on them.
"A... A... Shinigami!" The priest suddenly felt the urge to urinate.
These followers were all ordinary souls. The priest had a little spiritual aptitude, but not much, not even enough to meet the standard for the academy's entrance exam.
But Komamura's spiritual pressure was already comparable to that of an ordinary Shinigami. The difference between them was like heaven and earth.
"Bring out the women who have milk, and I will let you go," Komamura said coolly.
After he let go, the priest fell to the ground in a heap. "Yes... Lord Shinigami!"
"He has the body of a beast, but he is also composed," Sora thought to himself.
He had remained silent just now, observing Komamura's actions.
The name "warewolf" was easily associated with violence and a lack of reason.
The Warewolf Clan were all people who had committed sins in their past lives, but their sins were not severe enough to be sent to hell. Instead, they had fallen into the path of beasts.
Although it was said that by coming to the Soul Society and becoming a warewolf, they had washed away their past sins, this identity still made it difficult for them to hold their heads high.
The Warewolf Clan was reclusive and xenophobic. This was Sora's first contact with them, so he was also very curious about Komamura's character.
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