A pitch-black Hell Butterfly landed on Yuko's fingertip, and Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto's voice came from it.
"There's something to discuss. Come at once."
Yuko pursed her lips. Honestly, that old man. He could have said something while she was there. Now that she had left, he was calling her back. If she had known, she would have gone straight to the Human World.
"Is something wrong?"
Nemu Kurotsuchi stood before her holding a gift box, her head tilted as she asked.
"Nothing." Yuko shook her head and pointed at the box in Nemu's hands. "The pink one inside is for you, okay? The other one is for that freak captain of yours."
"Thank you, Miss Yuko." Nemu bowed.
"Anyway, I've got something to do. I'll be going."
Yuko turned and left without even entering the 12th Division headquarters.
That had been her last stop. Running around all morning had exhausted her. Maintaining relationships really did take a lot of effort.
After leaving the 12th Division, Yuko dragged her feet to the 1st Division office.
"Old man, what do you want with me now?"
Don't tell me he won and called me back just to gloat?
Yuko let out a huge yawn and pushed open the captain's office door without knocking.
Her listless, dead-fish eyes, worn out from a morning of running around, fixed on Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto behind his desk.
The canister of gyokuro tea still sat firmly on the corner of the desk. Lieutenant Chojiro had clearly made the tea, and a faint fragrance filled the air.
Looks like the old man won.
Yuko pursed her lips. Without waiting for Old Man Yama to speak, she slumped onto the sofa opposite his desk, crossed her legs, and made herself at home.
Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto set his brush on its