Rukia Tokoyo

They want to see Aizen pay the price for everything he's done.

"Don't worry, Hirako, they won't plot to rescue Aizen," Tokoyo Misao assured him.

"Since Boss Misao has said so, then there's no problem." Hirako still preferred to call Tokoyo Boss Misao.

Even now that he's the team leader, he's still receiving the salary of a shop assistant.

He's getting double pay now!

With the most important matters resolved smoothly, Shunsui Kyōraku breathed a heavy sigh of relief once again.

He continued, "The Division Funeral Ceremony for the former Captain -Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13, Shigekuni Yamamoto-Genryūsai, and the former Captain of the Thirteenth Division, Jūshirō Ukitake, still need to be prepared."

This time, it's not just these two captains, but also a traitor and a criminal... Gin Ichimaru.

In addition, those Arrancar also need to be prepared, which will take quite some time.

"Please put your grief aside for now and go back to restore order to Soul Society, returning it to a peaceful daily life."

Shunsui Kyōraku smiled and added, "By the way, if you have any suggestions for captains, please feel free to recommend one."

With Shunsui Kyōraku taking over as captain of the First Division, the Eighth Division became vacant.

There's still the Thirteenth Division left; Ukitake's spot is now empty.

Meanwhile, Sajin Komamura, the Captain of the Seventh Division, was still lying in a hospital bed, unable to move due to serious injuries.

She has already stated that she does not want to continue serving as captain, and instead plans to become a teacher at the Shin'ō Academy of Spiritual Arts.

The three captain positions must be filled as soon as possible to stabilize Seireitei more quickly.

The proposal to appoint Kaien Shiba as captain of the Thirteenth Division was quickly approved.

The problem lies with the Eighth Division and the Seventh Division.

Shunsui Kyōraku smiled and said, "I recommend Lisa to be the captain of the Eighth Division. Lisa has handled a lot of affairs for the Eighth Division before, so she can take over quickly."

As for Nanao Ise, Shunsui Kyōraku planned to make her the vice-captain of the First Division.

"I agree," Tokoyo Misao his hand.

Lisa was also one of the shop's employees, and the two were fairly familiar with each other.

Aside from his fondness for erotic novels and his vivid imagination, there's nothing else to criticize about him.

"I agree too." Hirako raised both hands in approval.

The other captains did not object, thus resolving the issue of two vacant captain positions in one fell swoop, leaving only the Seventh Division.

Hirako then continued, "Both Love Aikawa and Kensei Muguruma are veteran captains. How about choosing one of them?"

"Then ask them both who's willing," Shunsui Kyōraku nodded.

These two were team leaders before, and they still enjoy the same benefits as team leaders, but they don't bear the corresponding responsibilities. This won't do; we have to find something for them to do.

"That concludes today's meeting. Everyone, please keep up the good work and get back to Seireitei stable."

Saying goodbye to Unohana, now is not the time for sentimental matters; there are many post-war recovery tasks at hand.

As soon as Tokoyo Misao stepped into the backyard of the Tenth Division, he saw Rangiku Matsumoto looking flustered.

He sighed, stepped forward, patted her head, and said softly:

"Gin Ichimaru ultimately died protecting you and the Seireitei. Once the Division Funeral Ceremony are prepared, he will be honored with the same honors as Captain-Commander Yamamoto and Captain Ukitake."

Rangiku Matsumoto's eyes dimmed, and her small eyes welled up with tears, as if she was about to cry.

Tokoyo Misao gently patted her head again, feeling a pang of tenderness.

Rangiku rested her head directly on his chest, then one small hand reached out to hug him, while the other hand, seemingly about to reach out as well, slipped into Tokoyo Misao's sleeve, pulled out his wallet, and then abruptly looked up and said:

"Captain, I'm going out for a drink. Also, I actually wanted to tell you that Rukia is helping with the affairs of the Tenth Division right now; she's in charge of the division."

At this moment, Rangiku no longer looked like she had a dazed look in her eyes or was about to cry.

She grinned, playfully stuck out her tongue, and started running.

Tokoyo Misao did not reach out to stop her.

Rangiku definitely needs to drink more alcohol right now.

To be honest, even he himself is now tempted to go for a drink.

Tokoyo Misao stared at the door of the captain's room, took a deep breath, and strode over.

The door was flung open with a whoosh, revealing Rukia not in her Shihakushō, but in a magnificent kimono.

She sat upright at her desk, frantically processing the various documents on it.

Every now and then, he would write down a small note and throw it out the window behind him.

A short while later, a member of the Tenth Division came over, collected all the slips of paper, and then divided them among the other members, each doing the tasks written on them.

Wait, when Rukia so good at this?

Tokoyo Misao was somewhat puzzled; when had the Tenth Division established such a rapid procedure for handling affairs?

How come he has never seen it before?

The sounds of swishing and thumping continued to ring out.

Feeling somewhat superfluous standing there, Tokoyo Misao thought for a moment, then closed the door behind her. She walked to the nearby cabinet, opened the top drawer, took out a bag of sweets, and placed it beside Rukia:

Your favorite chocolate osmanthus cake.

Rukia's hands kept moving, her eyes still scanning the documents, but her mouth was open.

Tokoyo Misao picked up a piece of pastry and stuffed it into his mouth.

Rukia bit down hard, curling her tongue to scoop the pastry into her mouth, but didn't let go.

Tokoyo Misao to pull away slightly, but found that Rukia was biting even tighter.

He was standing at the table, bent over, feeling a little uncomfortable, so he went around the table to Rukia's side, picked her up, sat her in a chair, and placed Rukia on his lap, letting her continue biting her fingers.

Rukia rapid streams of hot breath from her nose, hitting Misao's hand.

Misao lowered his head slightly, leaned close to Rukia's ear, and whispered, "Let's have a baby together."

Chapter 208 Rukia Tokoyo

Countless wandering souls set off from the outer districts, heading towards the thirty districts ahead.

Many of the wandering souls, accustomed to hunger and being bullied in the rear areas, simply followed the main group in silence.

They didn't know what the benefits of going to the first thirty districts would be, nor did they know what the future held; they simply didn't care where they stayed.

But as they drew closer, a cacophony of gongs and drums pierced their ears.

The instant their feet stepped into the first thirty-zone—

"Come on, have some snacks first. Oh, and here are your room number tags and your reincarnation tokens. Remember to keep them with you; someone will be checking them every week."

A Soul Reaper handed a sign to an old man who had just entered the 30th ward.

The old man was puzzled, not knowing what these things were for, and could only look at them with his cloudy eyes.

Soul Reaper was neither angry nor impatient; instead, he reached out and led the old man toward a side path.

The old man neither resisted nor showed any impatience, simply following along numbly.

But as he walked, he noticed that the path was covered with red festive flags and the trees were neatly trimmed.

The road is paved with stone bricks, and just stepping on it gives you a sense of security.

After walking a few more steps, I turned off a side path, and suddenly the view opened up before me.

These are rows of tall buildings, all very neatly arranged, each dozens of stories high.

Below the building, groups of cheerful wandering spirits were carrying furniture into the building.

"This is it. Take your number tag and go over there. Someone will assign you a room and provide you with basic necessities."

"Huh?" The old man hesitated and uttered a questioning sound from his throat, but he had probably not spoken for a long time, as his voice was very hoarse.

The Soul Reaper, unfazed by such occurrences, smiled and spoke again, "Old man, go on. From now on, you'll be a resident of Happiness Residential Complex."

Of course, you also need to abide by the rules of the community. Everyone should be happy, harmonious, and loving, and avoid fighting. This place will be a resting stop for you before your reincarnation.

The old man's cloudy eyes gradually brightened.

He suddenly turned his head and scanned his surroundings, looking at the happy smiles on the faces of those wandering souls. Unconsciously, a tear rolled down his cheek.

He walked step by step into the Happiness Residential Complex.

Seeing this, Soul Reaper smiled, turned around, and returned to the entrance of District 30 to lead the next person.

Click, click. Ōmaeda, the vice-captain of the Second Division responsible for maintaining order, was standing at the reception area of the 30th ward, holding a pile of snacks.

He said somewhat irritably, "Why build such tall houses for these wandering souls? They'll be reincarnating soon anyway, why make things so complicated?"

Shūhei Hisagi, the vice-captain responsible for maintaining order beside him, said coldly:

"They are not outcasts of Soul Society. The Rukongai area is already very large, so there is no need to create so-called District 80 and 90th wards."

Even if we build high-rise buildings in the first thirty districts, it will be enough to properly accommodate the wandering souls from the World of the Living.

"Of course I know I can arrange it properly," Ōmaeda said, "But why do something so thankless and exhausting?"

Shūhei Hisagi glanced at Ōmaeda out of the corner of his eye.

He could tell that the other person genuinely didn't understand why they were doing this, but he could also understand.

Because Ōmaeda came from a noble family, he was completely different from Soul Reaper like him who were born in Rukongai. He had never experienced oppression, let alone going hungry.

The pile of snacks he's holding now are high-end goods that many ordinary Soul Reapers have never tasted in their entire lives.

Shūhei calmly said, "Why should wandering souls spend their time in fear and anxiety while waiting for reincarnation in the Soul Society?"

Captain Tokoyo Chang Shi has put so much effort into establishing a new system for awaiting reincarnation of wandering souls.

"On the one hand, it allows for a comfortable transit for wandering souls; on the other hand, it makes management easier. What's wrong with that?"

Upon hearing the name Tokoyo Misao, Ōmaeda fell silent.

Suddenly he noticed several children standing not far away, staring at him with wide eyes.

Following their gaze, I realized they were looking at the various snacks in my arms.

Ōmaeda walked up and handed over the snacks he was carrying. "Want some?"

The child took two steps back in fear.

"Want some?" Ōmaeda, sounding impatient.

A child mustered up his courage, reached out, pulled out a snack, and put it in his mouth.

His eyes immediately lit up, and he exclaimed, "It's so delicious! I've never eaten anything so good before!"

Ōmaeda laughed Ōmaeda, "Of course, these are high-end desserts from the Ōmaeda Trading Company."

"Brother, can I have another piece?" the boy who had just boldly reached out asked.

"Oh, you really are greedy." Ōmaeda offered a piece of pastry, but this time the little boy didn't eat it himself; instead, he gave it to the little girl next to him who was half a head shorter than him.

"Little sister, why don't you give it a try?"

The little girl took the pastry and put it in her mouth. In just an instant, tears welled up in her big eyes. "Waaah, it's so delicious, brother!"

This attracted a large crowd of children.

Ōmaeda simply put down the snacks he was carrying. "Here, take them one by one."

Then he turned around and yelled, "Hey, you there? Go to Junrinan's store and buy me all the snacks, right now!"

Shūhei walked over and said, "There are quite a few kids, is that much snack enough?"

With his Ōmaeda said, "Are you questioning the capabilities of Ōmaeda Trading Company? Even if it's not enough, I'll immediately have the factories continue production. Everyone must taste the company's sweets; that way, they'll become our potential customers. It's all business, don't you understand?"

Shūhei Hisagi paused for a moment, then smiled and nodded, "You have a good business sense, I've learned a lot."

"Of course, I am the current head of the Ōmaeda family."

After some time, Junrinan, which was already bustling with activity, became even more lively today, with drums and gongs, red flags waving, and crowds of people.