Once he had an idea, Ailin stopped delaying and headed straight for the Second Division.
"Yo, Soifon. We meet again."
Upon arriving at the Second Division, Ailin unsurprisingly did not see Shihoin Yoruichi in the Captain's office.
Only the tiny Soifon was buried beneath a towering pile of division paperwork.
This time, Ailin deliberately—or perhaps not so deliberately—used spiritual power to stir the air around him, creating a faint current that sent his Captain's Haori fluttering up before slowly settling back down, as if afraid Soifon might fail to notice it.
Crack!
The veins on Soifon's forehead bulged into the shape of a cross.
Could this guy not see that she was busy?
And he was still so flamboyantly making air currents. What if he messed up the documents she had already sorted?
So what if he had become a captain again?
What was so great about that?
Don't get angry, don't get angry...
After silently repeating it a few times, Soifon calmed herself and gave Ailin a fake smile. "So it is Captain Ailin. May I ask what brings Captain Ailin to our Second Division?"
"Ah, nothing much. I've just been feeling a little troubled, so I came to catch up with an old friend."
Ailin put on a show of sighing and spoke helplessly. "When I stepped down as captain of the Sixth Division, I felt so relaxed. Who would've thought that I would only get to relax for such a short time before Captain-Commander Yamamoto dragged me back out to serve as captain of the Eleventh Division?"
"Soifon, why is my life so miserable?"
Crack...
Another pen was snapped in Soifon's hand.
"Thinking about it carefully, the happiest days I've had all these years were actually when I was an inconspicuous little member of the Punishment Corps