Come in~
Sorry to bother you~
Chun watched the Little Lion enter, then realized that there were no seats in this dilapidated office except for the chair she was sitting in. So Chun stood up and tossed her chair over.
"Sit down~"
"This won't do!"
The Little Lion was initially refusing, but the next moment he saw Chun climb onto the table, cross his legs, look at him with a strange expression, and say to him...
"Please sit down, don't be shy."
Chun's actions were extremely damaging to the meticulous Little Lion, but since Chun was his boss, the Little Lion had to endure it, sitting in his chair with a furrowed brow.
Then the Little Lion waited for Chun to speak to him, but instead of speaking, Chun looked at him as if he were a rare species. This caused the veins on the Little Lion's temples to throb, but he tried to suppress them.
What are you looking at?
"Look at you."
(*￣￣), "What's so interesting about me?"
"Eh~? Tōshirō, don't you know? You're so cute~"
#(#/#)#,"Ha?"
"Haha, just kidding," Chun thought the Little Lion was about to explode if she continued teasing him, and laughed, "I just wanted to see what kind of genius broke my sister's record, and sure enough..."
Jun stopped there and changed the subject, "Tōshirō, is it okay if I call you that?"
"No," the Little Lion was in agony. "You bastard, just finish what you were saying! What is it after all?!"
"Hmm, so, Tōshirō, what do you think of the current Tenth Division? After all, I've been away from the Tenth Division for almost three hundred years."
"Well, Tada the Third Seat, Mizube the Fourth Seat," the Little Lion began to explain the seating arrangements to Jun, going on for quite a while before concluding, "Overall, I think our team's style still lags behind the 11th Division."
This isn't because the Little Lion has lost his mind and is comparing his team spirit to the 11th Division; it's because the 11th Division is currently led by Sōya Azashiro, and that team spirit is truly excellent. Two hundred years ago, Demon Kenpachi's rampage intimidated the bastards, but now, more than two hundred years later, any bastard who tries to join the 11th Division has to change themselves, or they'll die inside.
"We can't just kill people randomly, otherwise I'd really like to learn from that guy in Azashiro."
The term "that guy" came up again, and Tōshirō felt extremely uncomfortable. The fact that he'd only said half of what he was going to say made it even worse. The Little Lion forcibly shook his head to clear his mind of these thoughts.
"What's wrong? Don't you agree with me?" He deliberately asked when the Little Lion shook its head.
"No!" Being interrupted by Jun made it even more painful. The Little Lion endured all the awkwardness and straightened his posture. "Uh, a little bit, I think we shouldn't use killing to suppress our team members. At least we don't use it. That method is only suitable for the 11th Division."
"Really?"
Tōshirō didn't understand why Jun was questioning his statement. Was he wrong? The Little Lion insisted on his point of view, "Hey!"
"Tōshirō- chan~, what kind of person do you think is a bastard who can be killed? The entire 11th Division?"
The change in address made Tōshirō uncomfortable again, but he seemed to have developed a resistance to it. "Of course not, the current 11th Division is excellent."
"So that's how it is. Those scum who died weren't worth any sympathy."
"Hi!"
"But a scumbag is a scumbag in the 11th Division, but what about in other divisions? Is he still a scumbag?"
"Uh, of course."
"Hey Tōshirō- chan, does anyone on our team have a scumbag?"
"Uh," this question stumped the Little Lion. "I don't think so."
"Huh? Is that really true? Not a single scumbag out of over three hundred people? That's amazing!" Jun exclaimed dramatically. "So, Tōshirō- chan~ what kind of person do you think is a scumbag?"
"That guy doesn't cherish his comrades, starts fights without reason, bullies weak new recruits, and even kills them."
"Oh my, that's true," Jun said, stroking her chin. "Tōshirō, you're from Rukongai, right? If I remember correctly..."
"Hi!"
"Hmm~ You come from a pretty good background, right? You must be from one of the top-ranked Rukongai?"
"Number Thirteen"
"Oh, oh, that's wonderful! I remember there's a Fujiwara Tofu Shop on your street; their tofu is delicious and goes perfectly with drinks."
"Well"
"Hmm? Could it be gone already?"
"That's about it, I've never seen it."
"Huh? Wow, so much has changed in over two hundred years! Oh my gosh, is that Little Island Happy Shop still there?"
"Ha?"
Jun seemed to realize her slip of the tongue just then, "Sorry~, let's pretend I didn't say anything. Okay then, that's all, Tōshirō- chan~ Thank you so much. I learned a lot about the Tenth Division from you, which has been a great help to my work. Thank you so much."
"No, Captain, you're welcome."
"But it seems like Tōshirō doesn't have an adjutant, does she?"
"Hey~, there are no easy adjutants to get along with."
"Is that so? Leave it to me," Jun patted Tōshirō on the shoulder from the table. "I'll definitely find you a suitable lieutenant, so look forward to it~"
Tōshirō watched Jun back away, giving him a thumbs-up, and a chill ran down his spine as he thought about the awkward feelings he'd had earlier and the unfinished sentence. This Tōshirō seemed to be his natural nemesis.
However, this captain seems to know something. What exactly is the Little Island Happy Shop? It seems necessary to investigate.
Jun left the Tenth Division whistling; he still had an afternoon to enjoy, so he strolled over to the Third Division.
"No need to announce it, I know your captain."
He simply walked straight through the gate, leaving the two guards from the Third Division completely bewildered, as were the other members. Luckily, one of the more astute members quickly ran to report to Gin Ichimaru.
"Oh my gosh~, what brings you here, Captain Shimizu ~"
"Haha, the little guy from back then is now the captain! Time flies!"
Gin Ichimaru, who had been squinting, could no longer maintain his composure. Jun's ability to sell seniority was truly impressive. He had no choice but to bow and invite Jun inside. The members of the Third Division looked at their captain with curiosity, while those unfamiliar with Jun began to inquire about his identity.
Once inside the captain's office, Gin Ichimaru immediately deployed a disguise technique.
"Oh my gosh~, you actually went through the East Wall? What about the West Wall?"
What are you doing here?
Jun looked at Gin Ichimaru's squinty eyes and smiled. "Do you know how Aizen and I talk? You answer my question first, then I'll answer yours, otherwise we'll just be wasting our time here."
With veins bulging on his forehead, Gin Ichimaru barely suppressed the urge to stab Jun to death as he replied, "They've all been inside."
"Hey~ As expected of you~", Jun smiled warmly, and the praise was genuine; Gin Ichimaru's abilities were undeniable. "So, what am I here for? One, two, three, three things..."
"Huh? Which three things?"
"Hmm~ The first thing is," Jun patted Gin Ichimaru on the shoulder, "To see what this boy looks like now that he's a captain."
Gin Ichimaru bulged with veins, and Jun held up two fingers. "The second thing I wanted to ask is, are you and Rangiku married yet?"
Gin Ichimaru bulged with veins. Jun looked him over and continued, "Eh~? You're not gay, are you? Rangiku ~ It's so big, you don't even want it?"
"What's it to you?!" Gin Ichimaru couldn't hold back any longer. "What are you doing here, you old bastard?! If you have nothing important to say, get out of here!"
"Oh dear, you old bastard, you really hurt my feelings~ crying", Jun remained unmoved, nonchalant, even managing to wipe away a couple of tears. "Okay, let's get down to business. Your team's seventh seat, Rangiku Matsumoto, I'm leaving."
"Huh? What do you want Rangiku for?"
"Hmm, what are you doing? Oh dear, my lover has been dead for over two hundred years."
"You!"
Jun looked somewhat dejected; this joke was no longer worth taking. Gin Ichimaru, of course, could tell. Jun shrugged, "Sorry, I was just trying to lighten the mood, but I misspoke."
Gin Ichimaru sat on the sofa, speechless, and slapped his forehead. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Jun sat down opposite her, picked up the teapot, found freshly brewed tea, poured himself a cup, and said, "I really came here to get my hands on Rangiku."
"What do you want with Rangiku!?" Gin Ichimaru no longer needed to pretend, as Jun had seen through him centuries ago. "I definitely won't let you take her away until you explain yourself clearly!"
You know that genius on our team, right?
"Tōshirō Hitsugaya?"
"Yes, yes, I want Rangiku to be his adjutant."
"Ha!?"
"Oh dear~, I've searched the entire Gotei 13 and couldn't find a woman with a stronger maternal instinct than Rangiku," Jun said, gesturing to her chest twice, causing Gin Ichimaru's veins, which he had managed to suppress, to bulge again. "My Tōshirō is still young, he needs a maternal woman to take care of him, you know~"
"I don't know anything!" Gin Ichimaru slammed his fist on the table. "You old geezer, get out of here!"
"Tsk tsk~", Jun crossed his legs and clicked his tongue, "You're so clueless. I'm doing this for your own good. Look at the person I found for your Rangiku. My Tōshirō is still a child. Rangiku can be his wet nurse—I mean, his adjutant—so she won't NTR you. It's much safer! You don't want her by your side. You'll regret it if she gets kidnapped by someone else someday."
At this moment, Gin Ichimaru looked like a boiled crab, his entire body flushed red with pure energy, his Reiatsu almost uncontrollable, as if he were about to draw his Kamishini no Yari and kill Jun.
However, Gin Ichimaru restrained himself. Looking at the shameless Jun in front of him, Gin Ichimaru knew in his heart that he had been completely under this guy's thumb for hundreds of years, because he couldn't understand what this person was thinking, even less than Aizen.
Take good care of her~
"So why don't you just marry Rangiku?"
"None of your business!"
Hehehe
"Heynmgt"
Using foul language is so rude!
"To have any manners with someone like you is a crime against me, you know that?! Get out!!"
"Oh~, if I'm going to leave, I'll take Rangiku from Tōshirō's family with me."
Gin Ichimaru felt like his head was about to explode with anger. He shoved Jun out of the office and yelled, "Get out! Take Rangiku and get the hell out of here!"