Chiba Makoto's words seemed to have struck a nerve, instantly silencing Ichimaru Gin. Then, with a cold expression, he said.
"We're just ordinary friends."
"Is that so?"
Chiba Makoto gestured to Yoshikami Tsume, signaling him to leave the temporary treatment room. As he began examining Matsumoto Rangiku, who was already lying on the bed, he said, "Generally speaking, I disdain romances between little kids. Aside from triggering a flood of hormones and giving them some pleasure, this kind of puppy love has no benefits whatsoever. Though I don't have much experience with it, theoretically, I oppose behavior that does nothing for one's physical or mental well-being."
Watching Chiba Makoto's hands glow green as he worked with a serious, focused expression, Ichimaru Gin seemed barely able to keep his composure. "W-what romance? There's no such thing."
"Is that so? Then I have no choice but to advise you: you're sacrificing yourself now to heal this little girl, but that doesn't mean the two of you will end up together in the future. Are you truly prepared for that?"
Chiba Makoto spoke as if making casual conversation while continuing his examination.
"That kind of thing doesn't matter at all. I just want to repay a debt of gratitude," Ichimaru Gin answered calmly.
Green light reflected off Chiba Makoto's glasses as he asked casually, "That's good, then. In that case, even if this little girl carries part of your soul in the future, gets thoroughly (beep!)(beep!) by someone else, and ends up pregnant with another man's child, you probably won't be too upset, right?"
Well, well, well!!!
Ichimaru Gin.
Got hard!
Ichimaru Gin's expression nearly collapsed completely. The fingers gripping his Zanpakuto had stiffened as well. That string on the verge of snapping could no longer resist releasing his Zanpakuto at this detestable