"Yes, Captain."
In a daze, Momo Hinamori seemed to feel that the person sitting in the Fifth Division Captain's office handling division affairs had become the Captain Aizen she admired most.
Because Momo remembered that whenever she came to the Captain's office while Captain Aizen was still busy, he would always have her sit there and wait first.
Only after Momo sat down in the place where she had always waited for Captain Aizen did she suddenly snap awake.
Captain Aizen had already left the Seireitei and defected to Hueco Mundo.
The one here now was not Captain Aizen, but Captain Ailin.
After lightly patting her cheeks twice, Momo pulled herself together and stopped immersing herself in dreams of the days when Captain Aizen was still around.
Ailin had no idea that he had once impersonated Aizen for a time. So when he entered the Fifth Division, he unconsciously displayed the mannerisms he had adopted while posing as Aizen, nearly making Momo question reality.
Still, even if Ailin had known, he would only have laughed.
The days ahead for the Soul Reapers of the Seireitei would not be peaceful.
Keeping their minds sharp would also give these subordinates a better chance of surviving when they encountered battle.
After all, over the next two or three years, the intensity of the battles the Seireitei faced would only continue to rise.
Especially during the Thousand-Year Blood War, even Captains might be too busy to look after themselves. No one could predict how many ordinary Soul Reapers would die.
Having served as the Fifth Division Captain for several years, Ailin handled the Fifth Division's affairs quickly.
In just three hours, he had finished all the work that had piled up over more than half a month.
"All right..."
Ailin set down his pen