The Swordsman of the Grim Reaper

Black hair, straight facial features, wearing a white captain Yuori on the outside, a black death tyrant outfit inside, a Zanpakutō hanging around his waist, and a pair of straw sandals on his feet.

The facial expression was not as frantic as it seemed, nor was it usual easy-going, with a straight face, which made everyone who witnessed it inexplicably feel a sense of oppression.

"Is this the moving Shiraishi-sama?" "From such a distance, one can sense a sense of oppression, such a powerful spiritual pressure."

The low voice of the crowd gathered together to form a wave of sound slamming on the wall.

Shiraishi groaned in his heart, are these people so idle?

He thought that many people would choose to watch the TV broadcast at home, but all of them went to the scene to watch it.

Hundreds of millions of people crowded the supposedly empty space, and it was dark, even next to those steel-shell cities in the distance.

Baishi stepped forward and said into the microphone, "Good morning, I'm Baishi."

"Yeah!" A woman screamed and fainted.

"Long live Shiraishi!" "Our hero!" "Hero!" "Hero!"

Cheers no matter how far or near, they sounded almost at the same second, and the sound waves shook the air.

"?" Shiraishi was a little stunned, always feeling that someone was deliberately arranging for coaxing, looked sideways at Hao Inoue, and asked a silent question in his eyes, are you exaggerating?
Inoue Hao shook his head gently, indicating that he did not have any dark box operations.

People have been dyed bitter blue for too long, so long that they can't see hope, and their spines are crushed. When they accept their fate, they suddenly find that the mountain has disappeared.

Mountain movers naturally get their fanatical support.

"Cough, please be quiet."

Shiraishi said again, and the cheering stopped abruptly.

It was so quiet that even a needle would make a sound when it fell to the ground, as if the frantic shouting just now was an illusion.

The pressure brought by this silence was even greater than that of the sound, making Shiraishi clearly aware of the heavy burden on his shoulders.

It turns out that the world on Old Man Shan's shoulders is so heavy.

It's unbelievable, Shiraishi used to be tiring to carry one person's life, but now carrying the world's population in units of [-] million, he doesn't even think there is any problem at all.

Shiraishi took a deep breath, suppressed the surging emotions, and looked at the speech.

No wonder leaders like to prepare speeches before going on stage.

Without a manuscript, it is easy to say hi in the face of so many bottom-up gazes if you just rely on your own performance on the spot.

Standing in this position, any action can have a huge impact.

He said with a serious face, "Today is August 56th, at [-]:[-] in the morning. As you can see, this is a beautiful day. The dark clouds that have shrouded the world for a long time..."

When it was almost nine o'clock, Shiraishi had to speed up his speech, "...The human alliance including all ethnic groups will be officially established at this moment!

Justice is back in this world again! "

At exactly nine o'clock, he finished reading this speech, saying, who wrote the last line?
Too high school.

As soon as the words fell, fireworks exploded, and colorful flowers bloomed in the sky.

"Oh!"

Without any words, everyone was trying their best to express their filial piety and vent their inner excitement.

The feeling that the eardrums are about to burst and the brain becomes more excited, as if the souls of all people are connected together.

Many people were so excited that they fainted and were carried away by the ambulance staff who had already prepared them.

The deafening cheers continued until the fireworks stopped, and 25 mayors came to the stage to deliver speeches, talking about the future of the Human Alliance.

Finally entered the signing ceremony.

The 25 mayors will jointly sign their names and affix their fingerprints at the end of the first Union Constitution.

Shiraishi didn't need to sign on it, mainly because the words were too ugly, and he didn't want to be embarrassed to write them out.

On such occasions, it is impossible for others to sign on their behalf, so simply do not sign. Among these signatures, press a slap print to declare the sanctity of the Union Constitution.

At this point, the ceremony ended, and the human alliance with the stone calendar as the calendar entered the history books.

……

Whether the people outside had dispersed, Shiraishi didn't know, he had already gone to the inner hall and started to help them figure out the way forward.

That's right, the 25 mayors who announced the unbreakable brotherhood outside just now have not been able to properly resolve their future development.

Everyone wants to develop in places with more resources and more villages, so as to further expand or develop their steel-shell cities.

"To put it simply, let's draw lots. This is from God's Domain. There is a map about the current world. I will draw a circle on it and divide it into 25 parts on average."

Baishi spread out the map and put it on the table, "When it reaches 25, whoever holds the number will develop there."

A blond woman sighed, "Does such a big matter have to be decided in such a child's play?"

"It's not very good. Success or failure depends on luck." "Yes." "I agree."

More than half of the people agreed, and the rest of the people who opposed it could only be forced to agree.

This is democracy.

The minority obeys the majority.

"Then I'll start writing."

Shiraishi didn't let them turn around. With super fast speed, when the words fell, he had already written and disrupted the order. He raised the pen holder and said, "Who will draw first?"

"I'll come first."

Inoue Hao was the first to step forward, without picking, he stretched out his hand and pulled out a piece of paper, opened it to be Thirteen, and looked at the position, "Is it good or bad."

The others followed, each taking one, with expressions of joy and worry on their faces.

Baishi saw it all and said, "Since the place has been demarcated, don't cross the border at will, if you want to trade, you can contact us to transfer it on your behalf.

Punch the teeth and give each of them a mobile phone. "

"Yes." Oshia Genshiro distributed mobile phones to them.

"The Corpse Soul World will not interfere too much with human affairs. To correct, no, let's be clear, that is, the dead humans must be transferred to the Corpse Soul World for unified management."

Hearing this request, Hao Inoue couldn't help but said: "Because of Aizen, the number of remaining humans is very small. If we lose our soul residents, it will take at least a hundred years to restore the level of the previous world."

"I understand that Soul Soul World is currently unable to accept so many people. We expect to lead souls to Soul Soul World in batches within a hundred years."

When Bai Shi said this, he solemnly emphasized: "This is the last bottom line. If the contact between the living and the dead is too intensive, it will not be a good thing."

Hao Inoue frowned and said, "A hundred years is too short, can it be longer?"

Shiraishi shook his head and said, "No, the spirits in this world will gradually pass away. The spirits that belonged to the world of corpses and souls will eventually return to the world of corpses, and the world will slowly return to the world of artifacts."

"What does it mean?"

"The world is such a cycle. Aizen did not change the world, but just used the originally stored power to open up a world again to replace the soul world."