Ise Nanao in a Tangle

"Ah, this..."

Chiba Makoto watched Soi Fon leave, feeling utterly baffled.

After his "Resurrection of the Dead," Soi Fon's reactions had become exceptionally strange in Makoto's eyes.

Clearly, Soi Fon should have harbored some special feelings for him and cared deeply about him. Yet every time they met, she acted as though they were not particularly familiar, and even her movements were unusually stiff.

Just then, Makoto suddenly felt the left half of his body being pressed against something soft. Turning his head, he found Yoruichi Shihoin wearing a mischievous grin, as though she were watching gossip unfold.

"Tch~"

Yoruichi Shihoin raised an eyebrow at Makoto and asked, "Cute, isn't she? Little Soi Fon."

Makoto's gaze involuntarily slid down from Yoruichi Shihoin's exquisite, cat-demon-like face, and the expected magnificence entered his view.

Makoto immediately coughed lightly and reminded her, "Captain Shihoin, please mind your behavior."

"Oh my, fine, fine..."

Yoruichi Shihoin lowered her brows slightly, wearing a rather resentful expression as she said, "It seems Makoto has forgotten whose sake I took over as captain from Kyōraku Shunsui after working so hard. Because of that, I have to keep this appearance like I did a hundred years ago. Wearing a Shinigami uniform is really restrictive and uncomfortable."

Makoto fell silent.

At that moment, if not for the many captains, Vice-Captains, and First Division members nearby, Makoto would have wanted to ask: Yoruichi, even if you want to sneak a bite of mutton, don't do it right outside the First Division Barracks.

Of course, Makoto, who knew Yoruichi Shihoin quite well, understood even better that this was purely Yoruichi Shihoin's wicked sense of humor acting up.

"Captain Shihoin, this is the First Division Barracks. Please consider the influence," Makoto could only remind her again.

Upon hearing that, Yoruichi Shihoin leaned