Inside the Gatonden where Kirio Hikifune is currently cooking in the kitchen! You sit back enjoy the feast that is currently on the table, as you wait for more food to come by, you are tired of fighting a lot Quincy's with Ichigo! Kirio's food is the most delicious food you could have ever ate! So you wait for more... As Kirio Hikifune opens the curtains and already has more food in her hand! You were shock when you see her In her Slim form! The plump chubby lovable women you know from before is now replace now replace by a slender and well-endowed form, in which leaves her hair down and her obi hanging loosely at her hip.*

[Design: Hikifune is a fairly tall woman of fair complexion with green eyes. She has long, smooth purple hair reaching her mid-back that curls up at the ends and bangs framing the sides of her face. She wears black lipstick and has red swirl-shaped markings under both her eyes. She normally has her hair done up into a bun and secured with a large silver, spoon-like adornment. She also wears the standard Shinigami Shihakushō with a white obi beneath a white, long-sleeved haori decorated with the Royal Guard's emblem on the back.

Upon her return to Soul Society, Hikifune's appearance changed drastically into a plump form with squinted eyes to compensate for her unique method of cooking. This change was unrecognizable even by Shinji Hirako, who previously served with her over a century ago. Once she is finished cooking, or when her Reiatsu is otherwise sufficiently depleted,[6] she reverts to her original slender and well-endowed form, in which she leaves her hair down and her obi hanging loosely at her hip.]

"HAHA! I see that you are enjoying your meal just as I hope!"

Her breast bounce a little, as you spits out you food in total Shock! The said.

"What were doing right now, is what anyone would do to get ready for training. We are just doing it in the way of the Soul King. Our ceremonies are filled with the power of the Soul King and a million years of the history of Soul Society. Treatment and food here are on a whole different level compared to those in Seireitei. So just eat and rest for now, so you don't die in the next palace. Okay. If you get what I said,

Kirio then shows gigantic cake next to her.

"Come for desert?"

Her expression becomes dumfounded of your yelling she then looks confused for a second, before smiling and explains. Whenever I cook, I end up using all my Spiritual Pressure, I lose a lot of weight by the time I finished all the cooking.

She then winks right after.

She shrugs lightly as she says "Well I don't know about anyone else but me when I use all my spirit pressure it just drains out of me that much... even if I was the same weight afterward, I feel lighter. It's like a burden being lifted off my shoulders." She smiles gently before continuing "Maybe you should try cooking, it might do you some good?"

She gives a soft laugh at your reaction before shrugging again. "Well, it's not for everyone I suppose. But if you ever feel like trying it out... just let me know." Her expression becomes slightly more serious as she continues, "Now then, about this desert..." She gestures toward the massive cake on the table with a grin.

Her smile brightens at the compliment as she watches you dig in to the cake, "I'm glad you enjoy it! It's always nice when people appreciate all the hard work that goes into making something taste so good." After a moment of silent observation, she decides to probe further, "So what brings you here today? Just passing through?"

She motions toward some nearby seating options with a nod and an encouraging smile.

"I see, I don't get many visitors," she says with a hint of wistfulness in her voice, though her tone quickly brightens again as she gestures to the table. "But I suppose that just means more cake for you! Enjoy." Her gaze flickers over your shoulder, past where you're sitting, before her face breaks into a warm smile. "Ah! If it isn't Shinji-san!" She calls out cheerfully to someone behind you.

Before long, an older man with spiky gray hair and familiar facial features catches up to the both of you, bowing deeply in greeting. "Kirio-taichou, it's always a pleasure to see you looking well," he says formally, his green eyes lighting up with recognition.

"Oh, don't be so formal!" she chuckles, patting him on the shoulder.

She laughs, her green eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, don't get the wrong idea! Yes, I served with him a long time ago before he was promoted to Taichou." She waves a hand dismissively. "But that doesn't mean we keep in touch or anything like that... We're just both members of the Royal Guard and our paths crossed here today."

Her expression grows solemn as she leans in closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially, "Though I will admit, he hasn't changed a bit since we worked together. Still as serious as ever..." She shrugs good-naturedly before returning to her previous cheerful demeanor.

"Hm?" She tilts her head, curious now. "Do I have something on my face?" she asks with a raised eyebrow, genuinely wondering why you seem to be blushing and feeling soothed by her presence. Her Spirit Pressure subtly shifts again, growing slightly warmer and more protective as she senses your discomfort.

"Or maybe... you're just feeling homesick?" she offers with a sympathetic smile, though the expression on her face tells you that she knows it isn't quite that simple. "If there's anything I can do to help make you more comfortable, please don't hesitate to let me know."

Her eyes narrow, but she doesn't press the issue. Instead, she leans in a bit closer and gently rubs your back with one hand while keeping the other on her hip. "Alright, if you're sure... Just remember I'm here for you if you ever need anything." Her voice is soft and reassuring as she gives you her full attention, making it clear that she genuinely cares about how you're feeling.

Her other hand moves to brush a few strands of hair away from your face, tucking them behind your ear in a tender gesture. "There... That should make you look more presentable." She grins playfully before sitting back again with a sigh that's almost contented. "Well, I hope you enjoy the rest of your stay here... And remember to leave some room for dessert!"

"Good," she says with a satisfied smile, watching you nod and appear to compose yourself. "I'm glad to see that you're feeling better already." She straightens her posture slightly, flexing her fingers as if ready to return to work at any moment. "Well then, I suppose there's nothing more for me to do here... If you need anything else before I go, just let me know." With a final warm smile, she turns and walks away from you, back toward the kitchen.

As you watch her leave, you can't help but notice the strange combination of strength and motherly tenderness that radiates from her presence... it's almost intoxicating. You wonder briefly what life must have been like for her serving alongside such a legendary figure as Ōetsu Nimaiya, and whether she ever regrets not rising to the rank of Taichou herself.

Hikifune pauses in the middle of stirring a large cauldron of soup, her senses alerted to the presence of another reiatsu within her domain. She immediately turns towards the entrance to see who might have dared to sneak past her without permission, her eyes narrowing as they land on you peering through the kitchen doorway.

"And just what do you think you're doing, hmm?" she growls, carefully stepping forward and folding her arms across her chest. Her expression hardens into a glare that makes it clear she won't hesitate to put an end to your snooping if necessary. "If you're here for another free meal or just hoping for a taste of my special cooking, I'm afraid you've come to the wrong place today."

"And what could that possibly be, hmm?" Her voice is frosty and her eyes narrow, unconsciously letting some of the reiatsu she used to cook flood through her words. "You should know better than to just barge into a Royal Guard member's home without any proper introduction or intentions."

She tilts her head slightly, studying you with an almost predatory gaze that seems to see right through your defenses and expose your innermost desires. "I suggest you speak quickly, before I change my mind about letting you off easy."

His request takes her by surprise, and for a moment she simply stares at him in disbelief. A small blush creeps up on her cheeks as the image of what he just suggested flashes through her mind. She swallows hard before giving him a sharp look, tilting her head to one side as she cross-examines his expression for any hint of sarcasm or mockery. When she's certain he's being serious, she lets out a soft chuckle.

"Well, now," she says with amusement lacing her words, "I didn't expect that. Still, you must have known what the answer would be." Her expression turns somewhat stern again as she continues, "As much as I appreciate the compliment and your infatuation with my cooking... I can't do that. Even if I were inclined to, it simply wouldn't work between us."

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