Only after Retsu Unohana closed the door did Yuko collapse onto the sofa.
"That woman is a ticking time bomb."
A million and a half for a few days of peace and quiet was a terrible deal. But remembering the look Retsu Unohana had given her—as if she wanted to devour her alive—Yuko decided the money had been well spent. At least she was still alive.
Yuko looked through the paperwork and found that Sister Hana had handled everything with meticulous care. She had left Yuko nothing to do.
After lying in her chair like a corpse for ten minutes, Yuko got bored and decided to get some air. She could put the drinks in storage while she was at it.
She had barely taken a few steps out of the captain's office when she sensed something was off.
It wasn't that she felt threatened. Normally, when the division members saw her around the barracks, they would give a respectful salute and call her Captain Yuko at most.
Today, though, the atmosphere felt strange.
The moment passing division members spotted her, they stopped dead and bowed a full ninety degrees. Quite a few even flushed bright red, their eyes shining with a fervor that looked almost like... worship?
"G-good morning, Captain Yuko!" Their voices shook leaves from the nearby trees.
"Uh, good morning." Yuko waved, her mouth twitching, and picked up her pace.
What was wrong with them? She hadn't seen them for a few days, and now they were looking at her like she led a cult. What had she done?
On her way to the storeroom, Yuko suddenly stopped. Understanding dawned on her face.
Oh! She got it! It was because of her micromanagement the other day!
Of course. Her precise way of pinpointing enemies had saved the