"So, thirteen trainees died today because rescue did not arrive in time?"
"I'm sorry, Captain Aizen..."
Miyano Fujimaru lowered his head. "This assessment was far more difficult than we expected."
"Because the trainees were spread too far apart, the distress signals we received at the same time exceeded our available manpower..."
"So we could only follow the principle of proximity, rescuing the trainees nearest to us first before going to those farther away..."
"Although we carried out the rescues as quickly as possible..."
At this point, Miyano Fujimaru shook his head. "In the end, we still failed to save thirteen trainees."
"Captain Aizen, this was my failure."
"No, Fujimaru, this isn't your fault."
Ailin patted Miyano Fujimaru on the shoulder and consoled him. "Not only you—even I never expected this year's assessment to be so difficult."
"Have more confidence, Fujimaru."
"Under those circumstances, I'd give your response full marks."
"After all, we had a much better chance of saving the trainees who were closer."
"As for those farther away, we couldn't be sure whether they could hold on until rescue arrived."
"If you had chosen to rescue those farther away, the casualties among the trainees afterward might have increased severalfold."
"However, the number of trainees has now dropped significantly. I hope today's situation will not happen again."
"Can you do that, Fujimaru?"
"Don't worry, Captain Aizen."
Miyano Fujimaru puffed out his chest. Though he was young and not very tall, his abilities were worthy of recognition for him to become the Fifth Seat of the Fifth Division.
"If even one trainee dies after tomorrow, I'll bring you my head!"
Smack!
Hearing Miyano Fujimaru say that, Ailin smacked him on the head and scolded him with a laugh. "Get lost. Bringing me your head, my ass..."
"I won't deny that I