Shirou's clones number 30 million

"Then... if I accidentally make a mistake, is there a chance to correct it?"

"It depends on when the error is discovered. If it's discovered early, there's no problem. But if the target has already been sent to Hueco Mundo or Hell by the time it's discovered, then there's nothing that can be done."

Shirou Shirazawa paused for a moment, then added:

"After all, Hueco Mundo and Hell are both very large, and finding a specific target is almost like finding a needle in a haystack."

Tianxiang Youli looked worried, hesitated for a few seconds, and nodded slightly:

"In that case, could you please take over for me for a while? I am indeed a bit tired right now and have difficulty concentrating. It would be terrible if I made a mistake."

Seeing this, Shirou Shiro tossed one end of the chain to his shadow clone, signaling him to go and deliver the person, and then sat down next to Yuri Tensho.

"No problem, this is my job."

"Thank you for your help."

"You can drink some tea. It contains an energy booster. Although its main function is to restore physical strength, it also helps with mental fatigue to some extent."

"Ah."

……

At another reception point, quite far from here.

Yuri Nakamura, who was in charge of registering information, suddenly heard Shirou Shirazawa's voice behind her.

"Yuri, I've come to give you a present."

Yuri Nakamura was overjoyed. Could it be that he has found my younger brother or sister?

She immediately handed the work over to Death beside her and looked back.

"what……?"

Yuri Nakamura looked bewildered. Instead of her younger brother or sister, she was confronted by a repulsive-looking man.

Although a long time has passed, she still vividly remembers the man's appearance.

"You...you actually died too, good riddance!"

“Next, I’m going to send him to hell to be tortured. Before that, you might be able to beat him up to vent your anger.”

Yuri Nakamura paused slightly, her expression shifting unpredictably. After a long while, she let out a long sigh.

"Forget it, what's the point of doing this now?"

"Can it make you feel better?"

"Just knowing that he will go to hell is enough."

"Aren't you going to fight?" Shirou Hakuze (shadow clone) asked in surprise.

"Hmm... just for a moment."

Yuri Nakamura slowly walked over, hesitated for a few seconds, then clenched her right fist and slammed it down with all her might.

Boom!

With a soft thud, Kitamura Takeshi's head slammed heavily onto the ground.

Because his mouth was gagged by Shiro Shiro early on, he couldn't make a sound.

But the way his mouth opened and closed, and the way his eyes were fixed on Yuri Nakamura, all testified to his anger.

“That’s it.” Yuri Nakamura sighed softly. “It’s true that it’s hard to forget enemies, but what I find hardest to forgive is myself.”

“I’ve thought more than once that if I had practiced taekwondo or karate from a young age, I might have been able to beat those robbers.”

"If I had spotted the robbers the moment they appeared that day, I could have escaped with my younger brother and sister."

"If I had been quicker that day and found the money at home sooner, things wouldn't have..."

By the end, her face was covered in tears.

Seeing this, the Shinigami Madarame Ikkaku, who was covering for her, couldn't help but interject loudly:

"Do you want me to teach him a lesson? Yuri, I'm the best at this kind of thing."

"Thank you, that's enough," Yuri Nakamura said, her voice choked with emotion.

"No! I can't take it anymore! How dare they make a future member of our Eleventh Division cry."

As they were talking, Madarame Ikkaku suddenly stood up and walked towards Kitamura Takeshi.

"When did she become a future member of your Eleventh Division? We can't even be sure if she has the qualifications to be a Shinigami."

"Haha... She gets hungry, that's a sign of her exceptional talent. As for her becoming a member of our Eleventh Division, that was just decided."

Madarame Ikkaku rubbed his hands together, laughing as he said:

"Manager Hakutaku of Yorozuya, you wouldn't try to steal him from our Eleventh Division, would you?"

"Of course not, we at Yorozuya don't accept the souls of the dead." Shirou Shirou shook his head speechlessly. "But I think she's not suitable for the Eleventh Division."

“No, judging from that punch just now, she’s more than qualified,” Ikkaku Madarame said with a smile.

Chapter 587 I went to complain to him.

Chapter 587, Section 588: I went to complain to him.

Because there were so many souls in this batch, it took three days to settle them all.

But for Soul Society, this is not the end, but only the beginning.

With an additional population of over 500 million, even if the vast majority of spirits do not need to eat, they still need to drink water.

In addition, with more people, some conflicts are inevitable.

Good deeds points only represent the past, not the present.

Most people's good deeds score hovers around zero, leading to a life of mediocrity where they neither do anything bad nor anything good.

These people were all assigned to the new district. Although there were people specifically assigned to maintain order, it was ultimately a drop in the ocean, and there were inevitably many areas that could not be managed.

As a resident of Rukongai District 1 with 961 good deeds points, and with his good aptitude, Otonashi Yuzuru has already earned a spot to enter the Shinigami Academy, making him a potential Shinigami.

Therefore, he can come and go freely outside of Seireitei.

In his search for his younger sister, Otonashi Hatsune, he traveled back and forth across the new district.

Along the way, all I saw were shortcomings; the sounds of arguing, crying, and cursing were constant.

"Compared to the simple and honest people of District 1, the new district is really terrible. This situation certainly cannot last long."

"Otherwise, it might be okay in the short term, but it will definitely cause big problems in the long run."

Walking through the alley and into another street, Yuzuru Otonashi was surprised to find that this place seemed to have become a ghost town.

The reason I say this is because it is very quiet here; there is not a sound at all.

The streets were deserted, except for the apartment buildings on both sides of the street that were lit up, proving that there were people in every room, so this was not a deserted area.

"Why is there no one on the street? Other neighborhoods are also under travel restrictions, but it shouldn't be this bad, right?"

At that moment, a man wearing a black and white mask and a white trench coat blocked the way.

"Who are you? Why are you running in the street?"

Otonashi Yuzuru glanced at the white trench coat he was wearing and instantly remembered the information he had heard earlier.

This appears to be Captain Hagoromo; in other words, the person before you should be one of the thirteen Shinigami captains who command Soul Society.

"Hello, my name is Yuzuru Otonashi, and I am a resident of the first district of Rukongai. I have received permission from Captain Aizen to move freely outside of the Seireitei."

As he spoke, Otonashi Yuzuru took out the permission token he had received from Aizen after helping with the reception.

"Oh...? Captain-Commander Aizen actually granted you such permission. What is your relationship with Captain-Commander Aizen?"

“Well… I helped out at the reception desk when they were short-staffed. Afterwards, Captain Aizen gave me a permit.”

"I see. It seems you have the potential to become a Grim Reaper."

The man nodded slightly, then continued speaking casually:

“I am Mayuri Kurotsuchi, the captain of the 12th Division. Captain-Commander Aizen did me a great favor before. Since you have Captain-Commander Aizen’s permission, then tell me.”

"Who are you looking for? Perhaps I can help you."

Otonashi Yuzuru's eyes lit up, and he quickly said:

"Then I'll trouble you. The person I'm looking for is my younger sister, her name is Otonashi Hatsune."

Do you have any photos?

"No."

"Are there any of her personal belongings?"

"No."

"You have nothing. How do you plan to find someone? Are you just going to run around on foot?"

"Well, I've thought about that. Each neighborhood office has household registration certificates; going to them one by one..."

"You're dreaming! Even if you keep running around for a hundred years, you might not find your goal."

"We still need to find them!"

"Since that's the case..."

Mayuri Kurotsuchi thought for a moment, then took out a small knife from her pocket and threw it on the ground.

"Tch, finding my sister in exchange for a single finger, that's a pretty good deal."

"Huh...!?" Otonashi Yuzuru looked down at the small knife on the ground, his face full of astonishment, and asked hesitantly, "Is this a transaction?"

“You’ve misunderstood,” Mayuri Kurotsuchi scoffed. “I have no interest in your finger. I only want it as material for modification.”

"Using a part of your body as material, we can create an insect that can automatically find people, which should shorten the time it takes you to search for them."

"Personally, I would recommend cutting off the little finger, as it doesn't affect mobility or combat ability."

"So... I see." Otonashi Yuzuru hesitated for a few seconds before trying to pick up the small knife from the ground.

He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and brought the knife down with a swift motion.