"Da-da~ da-da-da~ da-da, ha-hum, ha-hey~"
"...What's wrong with him?"
Ayasegawa Chikao looked at Duan Mu, standing atop the rubble and pretending to play a plank of wood like a guitar. His expression turned strange. "Did the captain hit him?"
"You know the captain isn't interested in targets that can't fight."
Ikkaku Madarame leaned lazily against the side, his arms folded over his Zanpakuto. "The Lieutenant Captain came back just now and said something to him. Then he turned out like this."
Ayasegawa Chikao nodded and didn't press the matter. As long as Duan Mu didn't go crazy like last time, that was fine.
"Anyway~"
Ayasegawa Chikao looked at the few buildings that had just been put up. "He's really good at this. At least we didn't wait all this time for nothing."
"His craftsmanship is impressive, but I'm even more surprised by his powers of observation. He managed to remember the general layout of the barracks under those circumstances," Ikkaku said.
Aside from the battle last time, Duan Mu had never visited the 11th Division. Yet judging by the position of the barracks he'd rebuilt, the original layout hadn't changed, despite the fresh new look and somewhat different exterior.
That meant that even while he was worked up back then, Duan Mu had still remembered to observe his surroundings.
"True."
Ayasegawa Chikao nodded.
"Hadō #31: Kakka Hō."
After his excitement had passed, Duan Mu raised a hand and used red flames to burn the rubble of the old barracks to the ground.
Once most of the wooden debris had burned away, Duan Mu withdrew his Kidō. As soon as he stopped, a crowd of fierce-looking men rushed forward and began cleaning up in a flurry.
The barracks were being rebuilt much faster than Duan Mu had expected. Everyone in the