The weather was wonderful today. Fine sunlight filtered through the clouds, joining the flower-scented breeze to blanket the entire Soul Society like a quilt.
Asano Kiyoshi had deliberately risen early today. Nel had dragged him over and insisted on giving him light makeup, saying he would look better on camera. She had also spent ages fixing his hair, while every piece of clothing he wore had been made by Aizen after staying up late and working overtime.
Honestly, when Asano Kiyoshi saw Aizen delivering the clothes with faint dark circles beneath his eyes, he was genuinely a little touched. He felt that if Aizen were ever put on trial, they should avoid sentencing him to death and reduce his sentence as much as possible. After all, with his own involvement, Aizen had basically done nothing bad.
Of course, he still had to repay the debts he had incurred before.
Watching Nel curl her hair while breathing in the fresh air from outside the window, Asano Kiyoshi felt thoroughly refreshed.
Nel had been promoted as well. Like him, she had become the Vice-Captain of the First Squad. Old Man Chōjirō Sasakibe and the Captain-Commander had chosen to retire and live in seclusion together.
Old Man Chōjirō Sasakibe had said that he still wished to follow behind the Captain-Commander. Besides, after serving as Vice-Captain for so many years, he wanted to take a rest.
Naturally, the Captain-Commander had readily agreed. After all these years, he had grown accustomed to having Sasakibe at his side. It was not that he wanted someone to wait on him, but rather that kind of tacit understanding where the other person knew the rest of your sentence after you said only half of it. He rather liked that. Besides, Sasakibe would still be needed to help arrange