World of the Living, Karakura Town.
Perhaps thanks to the legacy of the Kingdom of Light, the modernization process of this world was much faster than the world in Sora's previous life.
Today's Karakura Town already showed some signs of modernization.
Modern facilities like hospitals, factories, and schools had appeared, and there were even concrete roads connecting these buildings.
Karakura High School was a school built in recent years, accepting students between the ages of 12 and 18.
With the sound of a bell, many students ran out of Karakura High School one after another, eager to rush home for lunch.
An orange-haired girl with short hair just reaching her shoulders waved to her companions and jogged all the way carrying a small bag.
"Masaki, why are you running so fast?"
"I'm hungry! I'm leaving first~"
"Running so fast... No wonder she got first place in track and field!"
The orange-haired girl running at the very front was Masaki Kurosaki, who was attending Karakura High School.
"So hungry, I have to speed up!"
Masaki Kurosaki turned a corner, reached a blind spot for her classmates, then suddenly jumped onto the roof of a house and sped through the air.
Masaki Kurosaki had an identity that none of her classmates knew—
She was a Quincy!
A growing Quincy needed to consume a large amount of food every day to fill their stomach.
The lunch prepared by the school was simply not enough to fill her up.
So she had to rush back quickly and try to fill her stomach before the lunch break ended!
The Kurosaki Clinic was some distance from Karakura High School, but with Masaki Kurosaki's Hirenkyaku level, she returned to the Kurosaki Clinic in less than two minutes.
Masaki Kurosaki landed on the roof of the Kurosaki Clinic and climbed over the wall into the house from the second-floor balcony window.
"I'm back!"
Masaki Kurosaki carried the leather shoes she had just taken off, preparing to put them at the entrance and tell her family she was back.
"Where is everyone?"
Masaki Kurosaki looked confused. She didn't sense her mother's Spiritual Pressure fluctuation.
Her Professor and four senior sisters all lived next door, so she thought her mother went to visit her Professor's house.
But after expanding her spiritual sense range, she found that there was no one next door either.
"Why is everyone out?"
Masaki Kurosaki scratched her face in confusion.
However, her stomach was growling with hunger, so she couldn't care less. Filling her stomach first was the priority.
Just now when she went to change her shoes, she smelled the aroma from the kitchen. Obviously, her mother had already prepared lunch.
"Yay! Today is my favorite beef stew with potatoes!"
Masaki Kurosaki had already smelled what dish was in the pot. Humming a little tune, she served a full pot of beef stew with potatoes.
"Why is there a letter?"
When Masaki Kurosaki carried the pot to the dining table, she saw a letter on the table.
And Masaki Kurosaki's full name was written on the letter.
The handwriting was also familiar; it was her mother's handwriting.
Masaki Kurosaki put down the pot and picked up the letter on the table to read—
"Masaki, there is cooked food in the pot. Eat it yourself after school.
"Professor Usaki signed us up for a tour group. We are going out to play for two weeks together, so I'll leave the house to you.
"I have prepared ingredients for you. Just cook for yourself these few days.
"You are already 18 years old. It's time to learn how to cook!
"—^_^"
The signature was a smiley face, but Masaki Kurosaki couldn't smile at all.
"But I can't cook?!"
Masaki Kurosaki's face fell.
Her mother was a doctor. Sometimes when she was too busy, Masaki would go to her Professor's place to mooch a meal, but neither her Professor nor her mother had taught her how to cook!
"It's over... Is this actually the last meal..."
Masaki Kurosaki looked at the beef stew with potatoes on the table, wanting to cry but having no tears.
...
Soul Society, Katori Dojo.
The dojo was very lively today. The disciples of the Katori lineage had all returned here.
Because he was delayed by some matters yesterday, Sora only had time today to organize a team-building event to celebrate Kenpachi Zaraki taking the name of Kenpachi.
But the joys and sorrows between people were not connected.
"Hahahaha, you even dared to burn this tree. Didn't Professor skin you alive!"
Unlike the harmonious crowd, Byakuya Kuchiki was sweating profusely under the bald red maple tree, constantly repeating the swinging motion.
Byakuya Kuchiki burned the thousand-year-old red maple tree in the courtyard. Professor's punishment for him was to swing his sword as many times as the number of leaves burned.
It was said that this red maple tree had hundreds of thousands of leaves.
Professor rounded it down for him, counting only five hundred thousand leaves.
In other words, he had to swing his sword five hundred thousand times!
And he was using a Marlin Wooden Sword!
The Marlin Wooden Sword required Spiritual Pressure to swing. These five hundred thousand swings were not so easy to complete.
"With my swinging speed, I only did one or two hundred times all morning. If I do three or four hundred times a day... it will take one or two thousand days to complete... Does that mean it will take four or five years to complete five hundred thousand swings!"
Byakuya Kuchiki roughly calculated the time needed to complete the punishment and felt that his future was very bleak. His already pale face became even paler.
"Chicken soup is here~"
Isshin Shiba brought a pot of chicken soup out from the kitchen.
Smelling the aroma, Byakuya Kuchiki felt the Marlin Wooden Sword in his hand become heavier and heavier.
"This is the soup I made. You guys taste it first," Isshin Shiba laughed.
"Hot!" Kensei Muguruma tasted it first. "But delicious!"
"Not bad..." Kensei Muguruma was a bit surprised after tasting it. "When did Isshin learn this skill?"
After others tasted it, they also gave thumbs up one after another.
"The food in the 10th Division cafeteria is not good, so I asked Professor for a few easy-to-make dishes," Isshin Shiba sighed.
"The cook is a team member who retired early due to injury and illness, and can't be replaced easily. So I had to ask Professor for a few easy-to-make dishes and let them follow the recipe."
Sora was also happy to spread the delicacies of his previous life's world, so he took out some real skills.
The dishes he taught were all simple and easy to get started with. Even Isshin Shiba learned them.
"I always trouble Professor in the past. Let me cook a few dishes today!" Isshin Shiba returned to the kitchen with high spirits.
In the kitchen, Sora, Kana Azashiro, and Isane Kotetsu were busy.
Preparing ingredients and cleaning up could be helped by other disciples, but for the actual cooking, it still required those with good culinary skills.
Besides Isshin Shiba, Kana Azashiro and Isane Kotetsu also received Sora's true culinary teachings and had already mastered seventy or eighty percent of the heat control.
"Hehe, they all said it was delicious!" Isshin Shiba was very happy that his culinary skills were affirmed.
"Then you make two more cold dishes." Seeing him idle, Sora assigned him a task.
"No problem!"
While Isshin Shiba was preparing the cold dishes on the side, Sora suddenly cared about another matter:
"Isshin, I heard from the head of the Shiba family two days ago that you haven't been home for months."
"Uh... how did they find you, Professor..." Isshin Shiba got a headache thinking about this matter.
"An uncle wanted to set me up with his daughter... but we grew up together. I treat her as a sister, and she doesn't have that kind of feeling for me either. We are not suitable!"
"Besides..." Isshin Shiba looked outside and lowered his voice. "On the contrary, that guy Kaien seems to have a bit of interest in Miyako
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