Squad Funeral Ceremony

Today, all the snack stalls in Junrinan are free, the entire street is decorated in red, and various balloons float in the sky, occasionally showering down rose petals and red envelopes.

Although these red envelopes don't contain many Reishi, for the wandering souls who have come here, they not only provide free food, but these red envelopes can also be used to buy many small items.

With a snap, the tavern door opened, and there stood Nanao Ise, the vice-captain of the First Division, dragging a man out by the back of his collar.

As she walked, she said, "Captain, the wedding is just around the corner, how could you be so drunk here?"

The current Captain-Commander, Shunsui Kyōraku, whose face was hidden by a straw hat, replied with a smile, "The tavern is having a 50% discount today, but unfortunately you can't take it with you."

"At the wedding of Tokoyo and the Kuchiki Clan, do you think we'd be short of drinks for you?" Nanao turned around and glared at him fiercely, only to find that her captain's eyes were scanning the entire street.

"As long as the wedding is on time, that's fine. I came out early just to see that Soul Society is much happier than before," Shunsui Kyōraku said in a low voice.

He straightened up and walked ahead, watching the well-dressed wanderers coming and going on the street.

He could tell that many of the wandering souls came from the area behind.

However, judging from their mental state, they were doing quite well during the time they were waiting for reincarnation.

Nanao Ise quickly stepped forward and whispered, "Captain, the Second Division and the 11th Division are now patrolling the back fifty wards. Whenever they discover a new rogue spirit, they bring them to the first thirty wards to stay."

Since the new regulations were implemented, the daily rotations have been arranged well and are running smoothly; in fact, fewer people are needed than before.

"Everyone in Happiness Residential Complex will automatically go to the Land of Reincarnation after being called out," she said, a smile appearing on her face. "This is all thanks to the combined efforts of the Captain and all the Soul Reaper of the Gotei 13."

"Haha, Little Nanao, don't flatter me. I'm a stubborn old man, and all these novelties were created by them." Shunsui Kyōraku said, his hands tucked into his long sleeves as he walked towards the noble district, observing his surroundings.

His relaxed gait revealed that he was in a very good mood.

Nanao Ise shook her head and said seriously, "That's because you're the Captain-Commander, so many orders can be approved, right?"

As the vice-captain of the First Division, Nanao Ise has witnessed far too many absurd orders during these two years of reforms.

She believed that if it were the former Captain-Commander Yamamoto, he would have refused without hesitation.

But their own captain Shunsui Kyōraku, is different.

No matter how incredible a project may seem, he will study it carefully. If he is still unsure about it, he will let them try it first and see how it goes.

It is because Shunsui Kyōraku, as the Captain-Commander, was willing to try new things and represented the Gotei 13 in negotiations with the Central 46 Chambers that the new model of Rukongai came about, and that all the Rukongai now have smiling faces.

As they spoke, the two quickly entered the Noble Street.

At one end of the street, Tokoyo Misao could already be seen standing at the entrance, greeting customers.

Shunsui Kyōraku walked forward with a smile, "Congratulations, Misao, you look really cool in that outfit today."

Today, Tokoyo Misao is dressed in a red outfit, embroidered with a dragon soaring through the clouds in gold thread, looking very luxurious.

But paired with his face, it only makes him seem perfectly suited.

"Kyōraku, let's drink until we drop tonight! You go inside first, I still have to entertain the guests." Tokoyo Misao didn't stand on ceremony.

Shunsui Kyōraku entered the backyard and immediately saw many familiar faces.

"Captain Kyōraku, over here!" a cheerful voice rang out.

When the Captain Kyōraku saw the blond figure who was greeting him, his eyes lit up and he immediately went over.

Nanao, who was standing next to him, looked displeased.

As soon as she reached her seat, she heard the blonde woman say, "Nanao, you don't drink, what are you doing here? Children sit at the next table, this is where adults drink."

The speaker was none other than Rangiku Matsumoto, the vice-captain of the Fourth Division. Her reputation for being a heavy drinker was nothing new, and she was quite close drinking buddies with Shunsui Kyōraku, who also loved sake.

"What did you say? Rangiku, of course I can drink. I'm an adult, okay?" Nanao Ise's eyes widened suddenly, and she sat down next to Shunsui Kyōraku without hesitation.

The latter said softly, "Nanao, don't force yourself. You don't like the taste of alcohol anyway."

At this moment, Rangiku Matsumoto spoke up, "Captain Kyōraku is right, Nanao. Sake is inherently bad, and it tastes awful. We don't like to drink sake, you understand?"

Nanao frowned, completely failing to understand Rangiku's words. Just as she was about to ask, a roar rang out from the side.

"Rangiku, what nonsense are you spouting? Of course the sake is delicious!" A bald man slammed the sake jug on the table, burping as he spoke. "How can something so delicious, something that gets your blood pumping, not taste good?"

Ikkaku Madarame turned his head and called out to the person next to him, "Hey bro, why are you wearing sunglasses at a time like this?"

The vice-captain of the Seventh Division, Tetsuzaemon Iba, who was also enjoying his wine, scoffed, "What do you know? This is manliness, you know? Manliness must be maintained at all times."

"What kind of masculinity is wearing sunglasses? Real masculinity comes from being bald!"

"What did you say? You bald bastard!"

The two collided violently, grimacing in pain.

The next moment they separated, grabbed the wine jug on the table, slammed it against the table, and gulped it down.

Meanwhile, Shūhei Hisagi and Izuru Kira were already passed out drunk, slumped on the table.

As Rangiku Matsumoto said, this table is full of drunkards.

But Nanao Ise didn't want to leave and went to sit at the children's table.

And so, under Rangiku Matsumoto's watchful eye, she picked up her sake glass and drank it all in one gulp.

The next moment, her face felt hot, and she felt a little dizzy.

"Oh, that's amazing, Nanao. Here, have another cup." Rangiku Matsumoto quickly stepped forward and poured her another cup.

"Let's drink! Who's afraid of who?" After Nanao, Qi Xu was already a little unsteady on his feet.

"Rangiku, that's enough. Don't bully Little Iō too much." Kyōraku quickly called for a stop, but at that moment, a hand reached out and grabbed his collar.

Nanao Ise leaned closer, hiccuping as she spoke, "Captain Kyōraku..."

She brought her head closer and closer.

Rangiku, standing nearby, quickly covered her face with her hands, though her fingers were spread wide apart, watching excitedly.

Kyōraku seemed a bit dazed at this moment, standing frozen in place, unable to move, and could only watch helplessly as Nanao's face drew closer and closer.

When they were less than five centimeters apart, Nanao closed her eyes and fainted, falling into Kyōraku's arms.

"Wow, what a pity!" Rangiku sighed.

Kyōraku helped Nanao adjust her position so she could rest against him, then looked up at Rangiku and said, "You seem to enjoy watching others have a good time, but what about yourself? Don't you have anyone you like?"

Rangiku laughed loudly, "What are you talking about?" She picked up the sake jug, poured some into her mouth, and glanced towards the gate. "With the captain here, would I even look at anyone else?"

Rangiku gurgled as she drank the sake.

Actually, she had always been unable to let go of Gin Ichimaru, but after spending time together in the Tenth Division, she realized that she had already come to regard him as family.

She couldn't help but recall her conversation with Gin Ichimaru in the captain's room.

"Rangiku, if you like her, don't always keep it to yourself." These were the words that Gin Ichimaru suddenly uttered while handling official business at the Tenth Division barracks.

"Stop it, the captain likes flat-chested girls." Rangiku looked down at herself and sighed helplessly, "There's nothing I can do, I'm just too well-developed."

Gin Ichimaru was momentarily at a loss for words, and could only remain silent for a long time before finally replying, "Captain Tokoyo is a good person; he's very reliable."

"I know, that's why I begged the captain to bring you back," Rangiku said, then sighed again.

"Although Rukia is petite, has an average figure, and speaks with a sharp tongue, she is kind-hearted. Despite being the eldest daughter of the Kuchiki Clan, she has no airs whatsoever and gets along with everyone. They are a good match."

"Really? I'm glad you can take it easy."

"Have you come to terms with it?" Rangiku, who was sitting at the table, snapped out of her daze, turned around, and grabbed the sake bottle.

"Come on, Captain Kyōraku, today's wine is all the best. If you don't drink it while it's free, who knows when you'll have another chance like this?"

"Alright, cheers!"

The wedding ceremony began shortly afterward.

In the center of the auditorium, Tokoyo Misao, dressed in red, was strikingly handsome; his mere presence was enough to draw everyone's attention.

Outside the red carpet, Rukia, also dressed in a gorgeous red wedding gown, walked step by step to the center of the hall, supported by her brother Byakuya Kuchiki.

With a cold expression, he placed Rukia's hand in Tokoyo Misao's palm and said in a cold voice:

"Rukia is in your hands now." He didn't realize that his voice trembled slightly.

"Big brother," Rukia called softly.

Byakuya Kuchiki quickly composed himself, but his eyes remained fixed on Tokoyo Misao.

Tokoyo Misao nodded solemnly and replied, "Leave it to me."

Byakuya Kuchiki then stepped back and turned to leave.

Then, cheers erupted from the guests.

Orihime was standing nearby, quickly ran to Renji Abarai's side and said, "Let's begin!"

Renji immediately smiled and nodded, using Shunpo to reach mid-air, and then his Reiatsu erupted!

"Bankai... Hikotsu Taihō!"

He fired dozens of cannon shots into the sky.

Orihime also arrived in mid-air, her index fingers pointing towards the sky.

"Five Dragon Destruction Tenfold Volley!"

Fifty dragons chased after dozens of cannonballs, their chaotic dance in the sky resembling an auspicious omen.

With a series of booming sounds, the dragon and the cannon collided rhythmically, exploding together.

"Scatter, Senbonzakura."

When it exploded, pink petals danced in the sky, creating a beautiful sight.

Rukia never imagined that her older brother would use Senbonzakura) to put on a performance for her sake.

Tokoyo Misao tightly grasped the trembling little hand and pulled it into his arms.

"It's time to thank the guests together, Rukia Tokoyo."

"Um."

Chapter 209 Division Funeral Ceremony

The leisure and entertainment area within the World of the Living Chamber of Commerce.

At this moment, Orihime Inoue lowered her head and gripped her skirt tightly with both hands.

"Please sit down," Tokoyo Misao said softly.

Orihime trembled violently, but instead of sitting down as instructed, she bit her lip tightly, keeping her head down, her long brown hair obscuring her face, making it impossible to see her expression.

"If you like standing, then stand," Misao said again.

The atmosphere in the chamber of commerce was extremely oppressive at this time.

Even the usually noisy Hiyori was standing obediently at the counter, her eyes constantly scanning back and forth between the door and the rest area, not daring to make a sound.

Meanwhile, Orihime's brother, Sora Inoue, was sorting through various merchant guild goods with a worried expression, but could only sigh helplessly and did not approach.

"Boss Misao, actually Orihime, she..." The only one who dared to speak was Ichigo Kurosaki.

He seemed to want to defend Orihime, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt a chilling killing intent pressing down on him.

Ichigo's body immediately went limp, and he knelt on the ground, pressing his hands to the ground and burying his head in his hands, shouting, "It's all my fault, I'm sorry!"

Misao put down the test paper in her hand and sighed softly, "I don't object to dating, but academic performance has to be maintained. But it seems that your relationship is seriously affecting your studies."

He pointed to the report card on the table, his gaze falling on Orihime's face, and said coldly:

"There's only one month left until the national college entrance exams, and you only got a D on your mock exams. I remember you were getting Bs in the first semester of senior year. What have you been doing all this time?"

Orihime's body trembled twice more, and she couldn't utter a single word.

In the second semester of her junior year, she finally won over Ichigo Kurosaki, and the two became a couple.

To support Ichigo's dream, she often makes Ichigo bento boxes and the like.

Of course, it doesn't actually take much time.

The biggest problem is that I'm too playful and haven't really spent much time studying, which has caused my grades to plummet. Compared to my boyfriend, the gap is even bigger.

Ichigo Kurosaki has consistently maintained excellent grades, consistently achieving A grades in school and national mock exams, making his admission to a top university a certainty.

"Boss Misao, it's actually not a bad thing for Orihime to enter society earlier." Sora Inoue couldn't bear to watch any longer and spoke up softly, wanting to say a few words for Orihime, after all, she was his own sister.

"As the saying goes, a woman's virtue lies in her lack of talent; you should learn this sooner rather than later..."