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Therefore, in the neighborhoods with lower numbers and rampant villains, unless you are as strong as Yusuke, "eating" is a dangerous behavior that could be fatal.

The skinny boy smiled innocently, handed the small piece of cloth wrapped in food to Yusuke, and spoke in a low voice.

"Don't worry, Brother Yusuke. I had already asked about common knowledge about Rukongai before I came to you. No one knew that I needed to eat. I asked the boss for these in your name. You are so powerful that you must have spiritual power. No one will find it strange that I eat."

As he said this, the boy quickly added another sentence as if he was afraid that Yusuke would misunderstand.

"By the way, all the food that the boss gave me is here. I didn't steal anything from Brother Yusuke."

Looking at this seemingly silly boy, the smile on Yusuke's face quietly widened a little.

"Yes, what's your name?"

There was obvious surprise in the boy's eyes, and he quickly raised his voice and answered loudly so that the people around who were watching secretly could definitely hear it.

"Shota! My name is Shota!"

"Okay, Shouta, then walk with me for a while."

Nodding, Yusuke took the small cloth bag from Shota's hand, turned around and continued walking towards his "home", continuing to speak as he walked.

"There is still more than half a year until the next enrollment of the Maou Spiritual Academy. During this time, I will live in the third room on the right at the end of the alley. You can come to find me there directly in the future. You can also bring these little things to my room to eat."

Shota became more and more delighted, and quickly trotted to catch up with Yusuke. Behind the two of them, many people who were secretly observing them showed envious and jealous looks.

Being asked his name by Yusuke, the little kid who was as thin as firewood had obviously gained Yusuke's initial recognition and could be considered to have established a relationship with Yusuke. If others want to take advantage of him in the future, they will have to consider Yusuke's attitude.

A burly man with a tattered long sword on his waist stared at Shota's back, spat fiercely, and cursed this "lucky kid" in a low voice.

Shota, who had been following Yusuke respectfully, suddenly turned his head slightly and looked into the eyes of the burly man. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and a hint of mockery suddenly appeared in his honest smile.

After a brief look at the burly man, Shota returned to his innocent and silly appearance and turned back to continue listening to Yusuke's speech attentively.

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Chapter 51 Memory and the Five Senses

"Okay, Shota, find a place to sit. I'll go get some food."

After returning to the residence given to him by an organization, Yusuke's attitude was obviously much gentler than when he was outside. He smiled, settled Shota, and walked into the inner room.

After entering his elder brother Yusuke's house, Shota was obviously very excited. He didn't know where to put his hands and feet. He stood straight with his hands pressed against his thighs, and then he couldn't help pinching his right hand with his left hand and his left hand with his right hand to stop himself from touching around.

Fortunately, Yusuke soon came out from the inner room and brought out a plate of senbei and some dried meat.

"Why are you still standing? Sit down quickly. When I'm outside and there are people watching me, I have to act a little arrogant so that I won't be looked down upon and cause trouble for others. Now that I'm home, I don't want to keep pretending."

Yusuke sat down at the table with a gentle smile on his face and waved to Shota who was stunned.

"Shota, you have the talent to become a Shinigami. In half a year, when the Maou Spiritual Academy starts recruiting students, you will definitely sign up. Then we will be classmates and family. I don't want to pretend in front of you, and you don't have to be so reserved in front of me. Chat with me. You've been pretending to be arrogant every day lately, and I'm almost suffocated."

As he spoke, Yusuke seemed to feel a little embarrassed and scratched his face lightly with his fingers a few times.

"I'm sorry, did I disappoint you, Shouta? I'm actually not that handsome."

Shota, who had just sat down, stood up immediately after hearing this. He straightened his back, raised his head high, and shouted loudly and enthusiastically as if he was taking an oath:

"No! Brother Yusuke, you are so handsome! And even more handsome than before! Please allow me to follow you forever!"

Yusuke seemed even more embarrassed and quickly pressed Shota's shoulders to make him sit down again.

"Okay, okay, I know what you mean. No need to be so loud. People outside will hear it."

Shota came back to his senses, smiled innocently, then quickly lowered his voice and spoke in a low voice like a thief.

"Brother Yusuke, I am telling the truth. You are so strong and gentle. I can't think of anyone more handsome than you. I really want to follow you."

"Alright, alright, stop praising me. If you keep praising me, I'll really blush. As for following someone, I told you that we will definitely be classmates in the future. There's no need to talk about following someone anymore."

Yusuke smiled and pushed the plate of senbei and dried meat towards Shota.

"You probably can't eat peacefully normally, come on, don't be polite, let's talk while we eat."

Shota covered his mouth and nodded vigorously, blocking the praise that was about to come out of his lips. Then he carefully took out the small bag in his arms, took out the pieces of konpeito and yokan, and placed them on the table.

"Brother Yusuke, these few pieces of candy are enough for me. You have to eat too. If I eat too much, you will be hungry."

"Don't worry about me. You can eat everything on the table without worrying about it. Okay, just take it as my order for you to eat. Let's not talk about this topic anymore and chat."

Without giving Shota a chance to continue pushing the issue, Yusuke picked up a piece of senbei, took a bite, and immediately started a new topic.

"Speaking of which, Shouta, do you remember anything about your life?"

Shota hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not dare to resist his elder brother's order. He also picked up a piece of senbei, but did not start eating immediately. He gave priority to answering Yusuke's question.

"I can't remember most of it. I only remember my name and that I used to live near a bamboo forest and I could weave some simple bamboo objects."

After answering, he recalled it carefully to make sure that there were no omissions in his answer. Then Shota breathed a sigh of relief and solemnly took a bite of the senbei in his hand.

"As expected, you are the same. I have also forgotten everything about my life. I only remember that my name is Yusuke and some trivial things that don't matter."

Biting a senbei, Yusuke nodded thoughtfully, and after a moment of silence, he asked again.

"Shota, do you think that memories are stored in the body or in the soul?"

"Of course it's the soul. I don't have a body now, but I still remember clearly how Brother Yusuke beat down those villains with just three punches and two kicks. Isn't this proof that memory exists in the soul?"

Shota answered immediately without thinking, and took the opportunity to praise Yusuke's handsomeness. Yusuke, who was thinking, didn't pay attention to his mixed words, nodded in agreement, and continued to ask questions.

"That's right. Memories should be stored in the soul, and memories from before death should be no exception. So why can't we remember our experiences from before death?"

"Well, it should be the work of the God of Death, right? I heard from people in the organization that we were all sent to the Soul Society by the God of Death using a strange ritual. Maybe the God of Death did something to us?"

Shota's answer this time was a bit guilty. He didn't know much about the Shinigami and could only make random guesses. He was worried that such an answer would not satisfy brother Yusuke.

Yusuke didn't seem to mind and nodded again, but didn't go deeper into the topic. As for the issue of the God of Death, he decided to wait until he became a God of Death before studying it. He quickly asked the question that he was really thinking about.

"The soul is made up of spiritual power. Since memory exists in the soul, the essence of memory should also be spiritual particles. Since I can control spiritual power, why can't I control memory?"

As he spoke, a small ball of spiritual power emerged from Yusuke's body and floated in the air. Its shape kept changing as Yusuke's fingers moved. Shota was stunned, but Yusuke frowned in dissatisfaction and continued to ask questions.

"I can think of this question now, but could my past life self not have thought of it? I can manipulate spiritual power so skillfully, so I must have practiced a lot in my past life. So, could my past life self have backed up my memories or hidden my memories by manipulating spirit particles? To prevent them from being completely deleted by the god of death?"

Hearing this fantastic question, Shota was speechless and had no idea how to answer. Fortunately, Yusuke was asking himself more than him with the following questions, so he didn't expect him to be able to answer them in the first place.

Taking the spirit power ball back into his body, Yusuke answered his own question.

"Yes, I must have used some method to retain my memory before I died. I just forgot how to retrieve my memory. I just need to find it again."

Having said that, Yusuke looked at Shota with an expectant look in his eyes and solemnly invited Shota.

"Shota, will you help me find a way to get my memories back?"

When Shota heard that Brother Yusuke needed his help, a surge of blood rushed to his heart and he stood up without thinking.

"I am willing! Of course I am willing! If there is anything I can do, just tell me, Brother Yusuke, and I will do it even if it costs my life!"

Yusuke quickly pushed Shota back to his seat again and shook his head with amusement.

"That's too much. How could I let you do something that could kill you? Don't worry, there won't be any danger."

After calming down the excited Shota, Yusuke thought for a while before starting to explain his ideas.

"Strictly speaking, memory is actually the sum of what we see, hear, smell, touch, and taste at a certain time. If we want to touch the secret of memory, it is definitely impossible to do it in one go, so let's break it down and try.

"Well, let's try the taste first. Come, Shouta, try this senbei. My spiritual power has covered your body. What you taste now, is it still the taste of senbei?"

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Chapter 52 Farewell (Part 2)

"I'm so full, I can't eat any more."

In Soul Society, Shota, who was passionate about giving everything for his elder brother Yusuke, covered his stomach and groaned in pain. Far away in Hueco Mundo, a Killian expressed the same emotion as him.

"I have been lying down for three days with a headache and toothache. My wife is here to boil medicine and the maid comes to help me. Gu Shi, my stomach hurts so much."

Jilang squatted on the ground, holding his stomach with a look of pain on his face. At his feet, there was a half-eaten Killian.

"Wake up, where did you get your wife and maid? Don't just make up a poem with the word pain in it just because there is no poem to describe abdominal pain."

At the side, Gu Shi, who was picking his teeth with the pointed nose of the Killian mask, rolled his eyes in annoyance and didn't bother to pay attention to this idiot who ate four and a half Killians in one breath.

A Killian is thirty meters tall. Even if he is very thin, he still weighs several tons of meat. Even if Xu is a soul and cannot be completely calculated by weight, it is still exaggerated enough for him to consume more than four times his own spiritual power in a short period of time.

This way of eating without regard for one's life when seeing something delicious is called "kha wa" in the local dialect of Gu Shi's hometown. Gu Shi was greedy when he was a child, and he received such "praise" from his mother during the Spring Festival for three consecutive years.

During those three years, when other children were happily setting off firecrackers, Gu Shi was suffering from stomachache so severe that he could not even stand up straight. He could only flatter his mother for her delicious cooking and that was why he ate so much that he looked like a wretch, in exchange for his mother's seemingly impatient stomach rubbing treatment package.

Looking at Erlang holding his stomach and groaning, Gu Shi felt as if his dark history was replaying in reality before him. He felt disgusted and ashamed in his heart. With every groan of Erlang, Gu Shi's sense of shame increased.

In the end, Gu Shi, who didn't want to be bothered by the out-of-sight incident, simply left the embarrassing guy alone, walked around the densely packed Killians, walked to the center of the Killian group, pulled over a shriveled Killian, broke its neck and sat down on it, then began to talk to Xushan.

"Bat, you are a strange guy. I knew you were peculiar at first, but I never thought you could be so peculiar that you could make such a simple thing as evolving a great hollow so complicated.

"The number of Killian herds gathering nearby has increased to more than 700. According to Erlang's observation, there is another large herd of Killian herds moving towards us from the south. It is estimated that they will arrive in two days at most. By then, the number of Void herds here will expand to more than 1,000."

Killian, whose neck was broken, still survived thanks to his still strong vitality. He let out weak howls and stretched out his claws to grab Gu Shi's butt. Gu Shi's eyes jumped and he broke its claws with one foot, helping the small bench to calm down. Then he continued to speak to Xushan.

"To be honest, I'm beginning to wonder if you're some reincarnated demon king or demon egg from some legend.

“Look at this guy under my butt. He was a normal big hollow two days ago. He has been standing next to you for two days. Now he has not only become skinny, but even Erlang doesn’t want to eat. He is so weak that he can’t even use the hollow flash.

"There are more than 700 Kilians without self-awareness around here. Their spiritual power is all continuously gathering towards you. I am fine. My self-awareness is intact and my thinking ability is perfect. I don't need to resist deliberately to avoid being sucked away by you.

"That idiot Erlang is in a worse condition. He has to resist your call all the time to avoid losing his spiritual power. In order to make up for the spiritual power you have drained away, he has been eating desperately these past two days. I am afraid that he will suffer from anorexia in the future.

"Does it really take so much spiritual energy to evolve a Killian? You, you won't become Achukas directly after evolving, right? Haha, maybe I should think more optimistically. I guess you will evolve directly into Vastold (a higher-level Hollow)?"

Gu Shi talked a lot, as if he was chatting with a friend, but the Xushan in front of him remained silent, just constantly drawing spiritual power from the surrounding Daxu, and his momentum became more and more terrifying.

Taking a deep breath, Gu Shi dusted off the hem of his black robe, stood up, and touched the virtual mountain in front of him with some regret.

"Forget it, since you haven't woken up yet, I won't say any more. I came here mainly to say goodbye to you. Your spiritual pressure has been getting stronger and stronger. I just talked to you for a few words, but I already feel a little short of breath.

"I'm afraid that in a day or two, if I try to get close to you, I'll be forced to my knees. If it lasts longer, I might even be crushed to death by your spiritual pressure.

"So... let's end it here. Jiro and I are leaving. I hope that when you complete your evolution, you'll wake up as the bat I know. Then I'll teach you linear equations again."

Shaking his head with some regret, Gu Shi turned around and left. Halfway through, he suddenly thought of something, found another stone about the same size as himself, moved it back, fixed it firmly next to Xushan, and then began to carve words on it with his claws.

3X+7=31

X=?