"Being popular was a good thing, but being too popular could be quite troubling at times.
Who knew what it felt like to have to eat at least six boxed lunches every meal? Even though I ate more than the average person, I couldn't withstand this kind of insane feeding."
Hearing Yoru Machi's utterly shameless remarks, Ichimaru Gin, locked inside the prison, wore a speechless expression.
If his spiritual pressure had not been sealed and his hands and feet were not bound by chains, he swore he would have gone up and punched that shameless bastard a few times.
"Don't let Rangiku's usual carefree attitude and occasional roughness fool you. She's actually very gentle, so I hope you'll treat her well."
After giving Yoru Machi a few reminders, Rangiku left first because the Tenth Division still had other matters to handle.
After Rangiku left, Ichimaru Gin looked seriously at Yoru Machi, who had leaned against the iron bars and sat down.
"No, Captain Ichimaru. Aizen's already been taken down, and as her friend, I'll find a way to recover the part of Rangiku's soul that she lost. Why are you still trying to entrust her to me?"
Hearing Yoru Machi's words, Ichimaru Gin raised the chains around his hands and feet, then looked around before speaking to him. "Then do you think my current situation is any different from being dead?
"A three-thousand-year sentence might be nothing compared to Aizen's twenty thousand years, but you should know that the Thirteen Court Guard Squads have only existed for two thousand years. Even the Captain-Commander has only been a Shinigami for a little over two thousand years.
"And as Rangiku's childhood sweetheart, I can tell that her feelings for you..."
On the road to the Seireitei, Yoru Machi recalled what Ichimaru Gin