Under Asano Kiyoshi's guidance, the Seireitei had long since developed commercial streets with a distinctly modern flair.
Especially as education levels rose, the proportion of female Shinigami had gradually increased as well. To meet market demand, beauty salons, pet shops, restaurants, doll stores, and all sorts of other businesses had sprung up.
The most famous of them all was this matchmaking street, known as "Flower Street."
Since Shinigami generally lived long lives, and their culture still largely retained the mindset of the Edo Period, many Shinigami still obeyed their parents' wishes when it came to marriage. With those factors combined, the Soul Society's matchmaking business had become countless in scale.
At that moment, Jushiro Ukitake and Shunsui walked together down the street with somewhat heavy steps. Exhausted and disheveled, they panted like walking corpses. Behind them, inside the building, the Captain-Commander wore a pitch-black expression, while the air around him continually warped from the Old Man's heat.
Those two damned, rebellious disciples had actually made fools of themselves in front of their matchmaking partners, making him lose all face!
Thinking back to Ukitake's foolish look during the matchmaking session, complete with sunglasses, and Shunsui's vacant expression and gaudy clothes, the Captain-Commander felt the beast slumbering inside him about to awaken once more.
Still, fortunately, perhaps the women had all gone blind, because they were actually fairly satisfied. Hmm, it seemed he could consider arranging another meeting later.
Though none of them were as good as the girl Nel Little Kiyoshi had found, they were all decent women.
Wearing his sunglasses, Ukitake accidentally stepped on Shunsui's gaudy cloak, nearly making Shunsui fall flat on his face.
Looking at Shunsui, he asked helplessly, "Why did you wear sunglasses when we came out for dinner tonight?"
"Ah, well, don't you think they look