Please Take Care of Me Again. The drinking party went on until around eleven at night.
Since such an opportunity was rare, both Kyōraku Shunsui and Jūshirō Ukitake drank themselves thoroughly drunk.
Though Chōjirō Sasakibe was also somewhat flushed, he still maintained his composure quite well.
Was this the so-called British aristocratic mindset...? It was said that Vice-Captain Sasakibe had seen similar attire while active in the World of the Living in his early years, and had greatly admired it.
As a result, his food, drink, clothing, and accessories all leaned toward a Western style.
But Yamamoto was an exceptionally steadfast traditionalist... and had adhered to Japanese style for a thousand years.
The fact that he could persist in being himself before such a rigid superior showed that their relationship truly was anything but ordinary.
Besides, it was said that he had ultimately carried Captain Ukitake back.
Yamamoto and Unohana began whispering to each other along the way. Considering that they had both been old friends for a thousand years, there was naturally nothing much to say about that.
Arima Shizuya, however, could not quite understand something—why did those two seem completely unaffected no matter how much they drank? Was alcohol tolerance directly proportional to age? As he pondered this, Kyōraku Shunsui, slung over Arima Shizuya's shoulder, let out a drunken belch.
This guy had drunk himself senseless too... even the straw hat on his head had fallen and now hung at his waist.
Halfway there, Arima Shizuya felt the weight growing increasingly outrageous.
When he turned to look, he saw that the man was even drooling.
He fell asleep just like that?!
"Captain Kyōraku?"
"...Huh? Oh, sorry."
The evening breeze brushed against him, and he seemed to wake from a dream.
Wiping away the embarrassing traces on his face