Work was always tedious.
Especially the more administrative kind.
Generally speaking, in order to ensure work could proceed smoothly...
One had to mediate relationships between people, making the flow between them smoother and more seamless.
That was the heart of the job.
And so.
Even if the smiles were feigned and the friendliness fabricated.
As long as it all served a purpose, it was worth continuing.
It was fine.
All adaptation was for the sake of better change.
"Thank you for your help. I hope for your continued support next time as well."
It was fine.
Because he was walking down the right and brightly lit path.
"This mistake was our responsibility, but please do not blame anyone else. As Vice-Captain, I am willing to bear responsibility for this..."
Work was the adhesive binding a mask to one's face.
"Alright, no problem. We'll definitely be more careful next time."
He needed to disguise himself so as not to stand out.
"It was only a minor matter. For our Fifth Division, it was no problem at all."
He was merely repeating what he had done before, over and over again.
"This truly was a rare and valuable experience. I have learned much. Then... until next time."
My name is Aizen Sōsuke.
"I sincerely look forward to our next cooperation."
Adapting. Growing accustomed to it.
But...
There would inevitably come a time when he felt tired.
Returning to the bench in his office and looking at the empty room, Aizen Sōsuke's expression did not change in the slightest.
A brief sense of fatigue was unavoidable after work.
Sometimes he wanted to rest a little—at times like that, all he needed was to relax appropriately.
He should practice calligraphy.
A neat grid, the strokes contained within it.
No matter how much he trained