The Prosperous Shiba Family

Chapter 346 The Prosperous Shiba Family

"Wow, this shop has been open for a hundred years, that's amazing!"

"I remember this used to be a musical instrument shop, how come it's turned into a noodle soup place? What a lack of taste..."

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"Tsk, why don't we see anyone wearing riot gear anymore? Has the fashion changed?"

While Asuka and Touken were researching the origins of the bastard.

Shinji Hirako and his Visored were like prisoners just released from jail, curious about everything on the streets of Rukongai, making a ruckus as they headed toward the Shiba family mansion.

Finally, they arrived at Shiba Kukaku's extravagantly designed house, which was supported by two huge rock arms.

"Kuukaku! Big brother's back! And he brought guests!"

Haiyan pushed open the door with a carefree attitude, walked through the front yard as if she knew the way well, and entered the spacious hall.

As soon as they stepped into the hall, the scene before them stunned Hirako and the others.

The atmosphere at the Shiba family home was not as cold and desolate as they had imagined.

On the contrary, an exceptionally fierce battle is taking place here.

A square mahjong table was placed in the center, and four people were sitting around it. The sound of mahjong tiles being rubbed was loud and clear, and the atmosphere was extremely lively.

"Pong! Haha, I've been waiting for this card for a long time!"

Sitting in the main seat was Shiba Kukaku, who was dressed provocatively and had a prosthetic right arm.

With a pipe dangling from her mouth, she slammed a card onto the table with a wild laugh.

Sitting opposite her was Ichigo Kurosaki, with a full head of orange hair and several bandages wrapped around his head.

He was staring intently at his hand, his brow furrowed so deeply it could trap a fly; he was clearly in the midst of a tough battle.

"Damn it... why can't I ever draw the cards I want..." Ichigo muttered through gritted teeth.

Sitting on the left, Uryu Ishida looked completely calm.

He pushed up his reflective glasses, his sharp gaze sweeping across the deck of cards as he muttered complex probability calculations: "Based on the cards already played and the folding habits of the three of you, the probability of having that 30,000 card left is 7.5%."

"And Ichigo, the Eight of Bamboo you just played has revealed your intention to go for a mixed suit, which is an extremely foolish tactical choice..."

"Shut up, Uryu! What kind of odds do you calculate when you play mahjong?! Do you even know how to play cards?!" Ichigo was about to go crazy from his nagging.

Meanwhile, Orihime Inoue, sitting on the right, looked completely bewildered and naive.

"Um...am I going to say that again?"

Orihime scratched her hair somewhat embarrassedly, then carefully knocked over all the cards in front of her.

"Self-draw! Four concealed triplets, full game..."

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"What?! He won again?!"

Ichigo and Kukaku both let out desperate screams at the same time.

"Orihime, this is your fifth consecutive self-draw! What's wrong with your luck?!" Ichigo cried out, clutching his head in exasperation.

A flash of white light appeared on Yulong's glasses, and his lips twitched slightly: "This doesn't make sense according to probability... This absolutely doesn't make sense according to probability..."

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Little did they know, there was a way to play mahjong.

Even the most skilled mahjong players who reach the pinnacle through scientific card counting techniques.

Even the most powerful players cannot defeat the surging tide of cards and the unparalleled luck of the Unrivaled Master.

Seeing this scene full of life, Shinji Hirako and the others, who had just come from the meeting that determined the life and death of the Tokami World, were somewhat petrified at the door.

"You...you guys are still fighting?" Haiyan was dumbfounded.

These guys started fighting after dinner last night, and it seems they're still going on.

The addiction is too strong.

Hearing the noise at the door, the four people at the mahjong table all turned around.

"Hey! Brother Haiyan, you're back!" Konghe exhaled a smoke ring and waved without any regard for his image.

"What time is it outside? These kids are pretty good! Want to play a round?"

"Who wants to play this?!" Haiyan exclaimed, both amused and exasperated. "I brought important guests!"

He stepped aside to let Kisuke Urahara, Shinji Hirako, and the others enter.

Upon seeing Kisuke Urahara, Ichigo immediately jumped up from his chair.

"Clogs and hat! What are you doing here?!"

Kisuke Urahara swiftly unfolded his folding fan and replied with a smile, "Oh dear, Ichigo-kun, the Sōkyoku Hill incident caused such a huge commotion, and the entire Soul Society is now in complete chaos..."

"As the former director of the Technology Development Bureau, I naturally had to take advantage of the chaos... no, I was invited back to help stabilize the situation."

"And please also bring Mr. Hirako and the others here safely."

Ichigo looked suspiciously at the people behind Kisuke Urahara, unsure whether what he said was true or false.

"But it's you guys who have stayed here for so many days. Don't you need to go back for tutoring?" Kisuke Urahara asked with a smile.

"This is my opinion," Haiyan explained. "No matter what, trespassing into the Soul Society without permission and injuring so many Shinigami is a crime that can't be easily dismissed."

"It's relatively safer to stay here until those big shots decide what to do with them."

As Kaien was speaking, Kukaku suddenly grinned and patted Ichigo's shoulder forcefully.

The force was so great that it almost knocked Ichigo off balance: "Besides, since you're Uncle Isshin's son, you're practically a member of the Shiba family now. This is a good opportunity for everyone to get to know each other!"

Ichigo rubbed his shoulders and muttered, "What do you mean by 'building relationships'... You just dragged us to play mahjong with you for a whole day and night! I'm getting dark circles under my eyes!"

Yoruichi Shihouin, standing at the back of the crowd, laughed heartily and walked into the room with practiced ease.

As Kukaku's best friend, this wasn't her first time here; she was already quite familiar with the place.

She glanced around the somewhat cluttered hall and was surprised to find a familiar figure sitting on the other side of the room, outside of the bustling mahjong game.

On the tatami mat by the window, a man with a stubble beard and wearing an old-fashioned shirt was sitting cross-legged in a very casual manner.

He was holding an old issue of "Lingting News" featuring female Grim Reapers, which he had somehow managed to find, and he was reading it with great interest, occasionally letting out a chilling, silly chuckle.

On a carpet not far from him, two adorable little girls dressed in modern short-sleeved shirts and shorts were sitting around Rukia Kuchiki, who had changed into a comfortable home kimono.

The three people were enthusiastically fiddling with a red yarn, playing a game of braiding a rope.

"Rukia-neechan is amazing! I can't figure out the shape of the Tokyo Tower no matter what I do!" Yuuko stared at Rukia's nimble fingers with sparkling eyes.

"Tch, what's so hard about that? Just practice a few more times and you'll get it." Although Karin was being defiant, her eyes were fixed on Rukia's movements, clearly filled with curiosity.

Rukia smiled smugly: "Hahaha, you two defeated opponents, now sincerely ask me for your guidance~"

"Watch carefully, first put the string around your little finger, then cross it like this..."

Seeing Isshin there, Yoruichi looked at Kaien with some surprise: "What's going on? What's that quack doctor doing here?"

Before Haiyan could reply, a cold, alluring female voice rang out from behind them: "He came here, of course, because I dragged him back by force!"

A tall, voluptuous figure with long, wavy blonde hair stepped into the house as the voice entered.

It was none other than Rangiku Matsumoto, the vice-captain of the 10th Division.

In front of Rangiku was a boy with a full head of silver hair, wearing the haori of the 10th Division Captain.

Hitsugaya Toshiro.

His face was extremely gloomy, and his eyes were glaring angrily at Kurosaki Isshin on the tatami.

"...It's been a long time, Captain."

With that cold greeting, the noisy Shiba family living room suddenly fell silent.

Not only did the people at the mahjong table stop what they were doing, but even Rukia, who was playing cat's cradle with Yuuko and Karin, kept glancing back and forth between Toshiro and Kurosaki Isshin.

It sounds like someone's going to be in trouble.

"Well....

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Kurosaki Isshin shuddered, and the magazine with the cover featuring a scantily clad Shinigami fell onto the tatami mat.

Upon seeing the silver-haired boy standing by the door, his lewd smile vanished at a visible speed.

"Yo...yo, isn't this Toshiro...?"

Yixin swallowed hard and forced an awkward smile onto his face.

He raised his hand and waved it stiffly, like a primary school student caught doing something wrong.

"Um...long time no see! You...you've grown quite a bit taller, hahaha..."

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"It's Captain Hitsugaya." Toshiro's eyes grew even colder as he stepped into the hall.

With each step he took, a thin layer of frost would condense in the surrounding air, reflecting the fluctuations in his emotions.

"Also, I haven't grown any taller over the years."

"Please save your breath for this insincere small talk, Captain."