Under countless gazes filled with mixed emotions, the three left Shino Academy and hurried through the west gate toward the Rukon District outside.
Along the way, several people saw that they were fair-skinned young men and began entertaining improper thoughts. Shiba Zhu in particular, so fair, delicate, and beautiful, had quite a few thugs practically drooling over her.
However, those with some discernment saw Kuchiki Byakuya and Shiba Zhu's luxurious clothes and mostly guessed that they came from a wealthy noble family of the Seireitei. Ronglin's Shino Academy uniform also made many abandon any thoughts of violence.
Furthermore, Kuchiki Byakuya and Shiba Zhu made no attempt to conceal the Zanpakuto at their waists. Many people paled in fright and hurriedly moved aside when they saw them. Anyone permitted to carry a Zanpakuto was a Shinigami-level figure. Such people were not someone this rabble from the Rukon District could afford to provoke. Unless they wanted to die, they had better keep away from these people of extraordinary status!
Ronglin watched those furtive hoodlums who clearly harbored ill intentions but never dared approach. He knew their journey would not be peaceful.
The three walked from District Eighty to District Seventy-Eight. Not only did the people following them not decrease, but their numbers grew larger and larger. Many gazes were no longer wary or fearful, gradually turning greedy as they looked at the three of them as though they were three moving treasure vaults.
"These people are so annoying. At this rate, they'll expose our tracks!" Shiba Zhu pouted in dissatisfaction and complained to Kuchiki Byakuya, "Can't you use that underdeveloped brain of yours and think of something?"
Ronglin caught a glimpse of the veins bulging on Kuchiki Byakuya's forehead. Clearly, Shiba Zhu had once again successfully provoked his anger.
Without a word,