Undercover Photography Operation

"'Creepy Woman' may be a fresh term, but in the face of the Association's interests, it's not worth mentioning."

Ise Nanao pushed up her glasses. The look in her eyes behind the lenses was frighteningly calm. She patted the thick stack of posters and said decisively, "Miss Consultant, you need to understand that Soul Society is still recovering from a hundred kinds of ruin. Even barracks repair fees have to wait in line. If we don't find a way to support ourselves, the Association will be setting up a stall in Rukongai next month."

Yuko: ...

How terrifying. Soul Society was terrifying!

Even a secure job came without food!

Rangiku Matsumoto nodded furiously beside her. Her earlier embarrassment around Yuko had long since vanished. She threw an arm around Yuko's shoulders, and a wave of alcohol fumes accompanied by a surging softness washed over her. "Oh, don't be so rigid! Think about it. This is for the benefit of all female Soul Reapers. Besides, you're the special consultant now. If this first spark fails to catch, the president will cry."

"You don't want to refuse a group activity right after joining, do you?"

Although Rangiku Matsumoto looked completely relaxed, every muscle in her body was actually taut.

Since everyone said that nothing had happened the last time she got drunk, this time should be fine too, right?

If this woman showed even the slightest sign of wanting to hit someone, she would flee at lightning speed.

Yuko really wasn't concerned about whether Rangiku Matsumoto was genuinely drunk or pretending. Her thoughts were entirely focused on what Rangiku had said.

She really wanted to ask her what she meant.

Were they preparing to gang up on her?

Yachiru cooperatively rubbed her eyes, looking as if she were ready to open the