Shirou's clones number 30 million

No one answered the knocking, but Aizen could clearly sense Orihime Inoue's presence inside the room.

"He's clearly home, but he hasn't responded at all. Is he still sleeping in?"

He unleashed his Observation Haki, scanning the room.

Within Aizen's perception range, Inoue Orihime was reclining on the sofa, seemingly fast asleep.

"Why are you sleeping on the sofa? And without even a blanket?"

The next moment, Aizen suddenly discovered the blind spot.

With his right index finger placed on the keyhole, an ice key instantly took shape. He slowly turned it, and the door opened with a click.

The scene inside was exactly as Aizen had seen: in a quiet room, a girl lay quietly on the sofa, wearing a summer outfit.

"The indoor temperature is so low, is the air conditioner broken?"

Aizen approached Orihime Inoue, placed his right hand on her forehead, and checked her temperature.

"It's so hot."

Without a second thought, Aizen quickly took out the Anywhere Door, gently picked her up, and headed straight for Planet Deviluke.

When it comes to colds and fevers, Aizen's most vivid memory is of Lala catching an alien cold.

At that time, I was also infected, which caused my personality to change drastically.

Of course, this is not the point.

The key point is that after Lala took the special medicine produced by Deviluke, her cold was cured instantly.

In other words, with the technology of Deviluke, diseases like the common cold can be cured instantly.

The slime version of the recovery potion only heals injuries, it cannot cure diseases.

Supernatural powers such as divine arts, ninjutsu, and magic have no ability to cure a cold.

Even the newly ascended God of Light, Shirou Sanzenkai, while able to heal dying patients with the power of holy light, is helpless against a minor cold.

Or rather, it is precisely because it is a minor illness that it is more troublesome.

They passed through the Anywhere Door and instantly arrived on Planet Deviluke.

Having frequently shared memories with Shirou Tsukimi, Aizen was quite familiar with the area and quickly found a small hospital that didn't require identification.

……

'Where am I? How did I get here?'

Orihime Inoue groggily opened her eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling, and faintly heard Aizen and someone else's voices beside her.

Is she really better?

"Guest, how many times do I have to say it? This is just a minor cold. Because of Lord Tsukimi, the relevant data on Earth has been entered into the database. A cold on Earth and a cold in space are actually quite similar."

"Then why hasn't she woken up yet?"

"She just fell asleep. She was already overworked, and the cold only exacerbated her physical exhaustion."

Are they Aizen-sensei and the doctor?

Realizing this, Inoue Orihime gradually came to her senses and couldn't help but reach out and tug at Aizen's clothes a few times.

"Aizen-sensei, I'm alright now."

"Now that you're awake, let's go back."

Aizen greeted the doctor, picked up Inoue Orihime again, and took a step back to her residence.

"Since you're alright, I'll be going now."

Aizen placed her on the sofa and turned to leave, only to find her still tugging at his clothes.

"what happened?"

"Aizen-sensei, what I'm about to say might be incredibly shameless, and perhaps shouldn't be said, but..."

"what do you want to say?"

"Um, could you sit next to me and chat with me for a bit?"

Aizen looked puzzled, turned around and placed his hand on her forehead, trying it out.

"It is still quite hot. It seems that the doctors on Planet Deviluke have little experience in treating Earth's colds."

"I'm fine now, Aizen-sensei. Just like the doctor said, it was just exhaustion."

"I see. How about a bottle of energy potion?"

"No. Aizen-sensei, not all fatigue can be cured with medicine. Mental and spiritual fatigue won't be helped no matter how much medicine you take."

"I see..."

Aizen sat down beside her and sighed softly:

“If you want to complain, I can be a listener, but I think you need rest right now.”

"The more you rest, the more tired you become. I'm always busy, and when I have some free time, I feel an indescribable sense of oppression."

Orihime Inoue leaned back on the sofa and closed her eyes slightly.

"With Aizen-sensei around, it feels pretty good, but when I'm alone, as soon as I close my eyes, I feel a strange sense of panic."

"It's hard for people who haven't had the same experience to understand each other. However, I do understand your feelings to some extent."

Aizen paused, then said softly:

"In short, after returning from a lively atmosphere to a world where you are all alone, you feel lonely."

"So this is loneliness." Inoue Orihime couldn't help but smile. "Perhaps it is true. If one had never experienced an ordinary life, perhaps one could have persevered."

"But it is precisely because we have seen the light that we find the darkness unbearable."

Orihime Inoue leaned close to Aizen's ear, her cheeks flushed, and whispered:

"So, could you please ask Aizen-sensei to take responsibility?"

Chapter 540 I've Become Someone Else's Source of Joy

Chapter 541, Section 540: I Have Become Someone Else's Source of Happiness

"stare……"

Inside the white mist space, a pair of enormous eyes remained fixed on Aizen.

"What's wrong?" Aizen asked without turning his head.

"I never expected that someone with thick eyebrows and big eyes like you would betray the organization."

The speaker is Shirou, a dog spirit who lives in the world of Natsume's Book of Friends and often laments the place he was born in.

Because of his dull and monotonous life, his presence among the group of Shirous seemed somewhat weak.

"What organization? How did I betray them?" Aizen was speechless.

"Hmph... Of course it's the Singles' Alliance."

"When did I join, and when did I leave? How come I, as the person involved, had no idea?"

"Can you honestly say you don't have any thoughts at all? You've been glued to Inoue Orihime all day; you'll probably just stay here tonight, right?"

"She just fell asleep on the sofa. What does that mean by sticking together? As for why she was leaning against me, that was just a coincidence."

"You don't need to explain. Do you even believe what you're saying? Traitor."

The giant dog demon instantly transformed into a human form, a middle school boy with dog ears. His white hair was mixed with the white dog ears, making it easy to mistake it for a hairstyle shaped like dog ears if you didn't look closely.

"Honestly, why does this have to happen every time?"

Kitahara Shirou shook his head speechlessly, then smiled and remarked:

"Indeed, it is human nature to enjoy watching a spectacle."

Back when I was single, I also enjoyed watching other people's drama unfold.

However, ever since the three of them started their adventures, he has become a source of amusement for the other men during their leisure time.

"Hashiba, when will Yorozuya open? I need your help with a lot of things."

"What is it?" Shirou Hashiba looked surprised. "The Yorozuya has just opened in the Empire. If you have something urgent, I can adjust the schedule."

"If I look into it, there are quite a few things I need your Yorozuya's help with."

Kitahara Shirou thought to himself as he spoke:

"Cleaning toilets, ordering custom-made performance costumes, and renting an office building."

“They’re all just trivial things, you can do them yourself, why do you have to go to the Yorozuya?” Hashiba Shirou was speechless.

"Because you are professionals."

"The Yorozuya's job is to help people in emergencies, not to be a babysitter for everything. You can hire someone to do these small things yourself."

"In that case...can I ask you to help me with hiring people?"

"Do it yourself."

"As the owner of the Yorozuya (Odd Jobs Shop), are you going to turn away your clients? That's not ethical, is it?"

"As the owner of Yorozuya, I have the right to refuse to accept certain types of customers. I will refuse to accept any customers who treat Yorozuya as a cheap babysitter."

As he spoke, Shirou Hashiba sighed repeatedly:

"Honestly, people always confuse our Yorozuya with a housekeeping company. We're definitely not babysitters."

"Is that right?"

Kitahara Shirou recalled some of Hashiba Shirou's past memories and teased him:

"How come I remember that in your last life, you were almost always willing to do anything? Whether it was housework or cleaning, you would take on any task."

"For a time, I even hoped that someone would hire me to clean the house every day."

Shirou Hashiba was speechless for a long time before speaking in a slightly lower voice:

"Times have changed. Back then, my financial situation was not good, and I could only succumb to the pressure of life and compromise my principles."