A Great Crisis!

"Counterattack? We still don't even know where those rats are hiding."

Ichimaru Gin's words were like a basin of cold water, all but extinguishing the atmosphere in the captains' conference room.

This was clearly an unavoidable problem for the Thirteen Divisions.

Zaraki Kenpachi, still wrapped in bandages, tilted his head slightly. After meeting the gaze of Kurotsuchi Mayuri standing opposite him, he asked as if it were only natural.

"Hey, Kurotsuchi Mayuri, aren't you the director of the Technological Development Department? Can't you find where those rats are hiding?"

The interrogative tone immediately irritated Kurotsuchi Mayuri, who retorted.

"During the war, I reclaimed my Bankai and sealed the enemy's Schrift. I simply had no more time to analyze the enemy's location."

"What does that have to do with me? I don't have a Bankai. If anything, those guys being unable to enter their Schrift made them less satisfying to cut down."

Zaraki Kenpachi smacked his lips and said.

"Besides, I'm the captain of a combat division. Cutting down the enemy is my job, but failing to find them—that should be the Technological Development Department's problem."

"What exactly do you mean by that? Should I blame an idiot like you for not even being able to awaken Bankai, then blame you, as the captain of a combat division, for failing to wipe them all out after I restricted every enemy's Schrift?"

Kurotsuchi Mayuri retorted with a gloomy expression.

Seeing Zaraki Kenpachi and Kurotsuchi Mayuri, who already seemed unable to stand each other, about to clash in the captains' conference room—

Chiba Makoto, who had originally intended to let the captains vent their emotions after the great battle, spoke sharply.

"Enough!"

The moment he spoke, the previously noisy conference room fell completely silent.

By this point, Chiba Makoto no longer deliberately concealed