A few half-grown youths set the rhythm, and in an instant, they slapped a dark, negative image onto Ronglin.
Quite a few nobles had originally learned of Ronglin's identity and were preparing to befriend this supposedly powerful young man. But less than three minutes after Ronglin appeared, he was immediately pushed into the eye of the storm. Not wanting to become targets themselves, they could only grit their teeth, hold back, and watch how things unfolded.
Ronglin naturally took in the changes around him. He sighed helplessly to himself and made no attempt to explain.
Sensing several rather conspicuous Spiritual Pressures sweeping back and forth over him, Ronglin turned his head and spotted Kyoraku Shunsui and the other man among the crowd, as well as the Eleventh Division, which had forcibly cleared out an open space within the venue.
After giving it some thought, Ronglin smiled freely and strode toward the Eleventh Division.
Since these nobles enjoyed gossiping so much, he did not mind letting them keep making a fuss. The Eleventh Division's side looked much quieter, and he wanted to borrow a little space for some peace and quiet.
When the Eleventh Division members saw Ronglin walking straight toward them, they immediately became uneasy.
Back when they had encountered him in Zaraki District, some rash and arrogant Shinigami had shouted at Ronglin. Not only had they called him a lowborn commoner, they had even mocked him as trash. Only later did they learn that he was a hidden powerhouse who had beaten even a legendary Vasto Lorde into a pig head.
Those who had insulted Ronglin prayed every day that they would never encounter that man with the ever-present smile again. Now that they thought back on it, they realized that gentle smile had always been inexplicably terrifying.
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