That Person!!

However, when it came to teaching, his respected older brother was completely inferior to the other person.

Duan Mu could describe even very complex things in the simplest and most easily understandable way.

This made Yamadatarō want to invite more members of the Fourth Division to train here more than once, but every time he wanted to introduce Duan Mu to someone…

He would then wonder if it was because his Kido (Healing) ability was too weak that he had made such great progress. After all, he believed that the only reason he became the Seventh Seat of the Fourth Division was due to his older brother's support.

For this reason, he had repeatedly told the captain that he was not qualified to be an officer and wished to be a regular member, but he was never allowed.

Three days!

In front of the blackboard, Duan Mu, with his back to Hanatarou, had a rather grim expression.

It had been three days, and yet, apart from Hanatarou, not a single member of the Fourth Division had shown up.

Even if it was just the officers, with the officers leading the way, not a single regular member of the Fourth Division had come!

He had initially thought that by keeping Yamadatarō, the female members of the Fourth Division would flock to him, providing him with a pleasing amount of experience points. But three days had passed… and there was no movement at all!

He was putting in so much effort to guide them, and Yamadatarō's progress had been immense. Wasn't this kind of achievement enough to attract people?

Why wasn't anyone coming?

Crack…

The chalk in Duan Mu's hand snapped, and he then turned around with a smile.

"Seventh Seat Yamada, let's stop the exchange on the spiritual power fluctuations of Kido for today. Next, let's discuss knowledge regarding medicine preparation. As far as I know, your Fourth Division should also have a specialized medical team responsible for preparing medicines, right?"

Moreover, he heard that most of them were women.

Duan Mu added silently in his heart, then continued, "What I'm discussing with you are actually things I've figured out on my own. Many of them, I'm not even sure if they are correct myself. When you go back, you can exchange ideas with the members of the medical team responsible for preparing medicines."

"If there are any errors, please have them correct them for me."

"You are too modest," Hanatarou shook his head. "With your level of medicine preparation, Mr. Duan Mu, you absolutely won't make any mistakes."

"I will make mistakes," Duan Mu emphasized with a gentle expression.

"But…"

"You need to go and exchange ideas!!"

Looking at the gentle smile on Duan Mu's face, Yamadatarō blinked. He wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but Duan Mu's smile seemed to overlap with the smile of Captain Unohana from his memory, causing him to instinctively swallow the words that were about to come out and nod instead.

Just then, the room door was violently pushed open, and Diao Ao rushed in nervously, "Boss Duan Mu… someone is looking for you downstairs."

"…Why do I feel like I see you every day."

Duan Mu glared at Diao Ao with annoyance. At some point, this guy's role had suddenly become the regular bouncer for his bar. He called Duan Mu "Brother Duan Mu" and Uzuki "Big Sister Uzuki," arriving earlier and leaving later than anyone else every day.

If people didn't know better, they'd think he was a bar server.

"Don't worry about that for now, you need to go down quickly," Diao Ao said urgently. "That person is here again. Don't keep him waiting."

That person?

Upon hearing those four words, Duan Mu almost reflexively retorted, "What? Has Lord Safurin decided to attack Soul Society??"

"Huh??"

"…Never mind."

Duan Mu didn't explain because he regretted it as soon as he said it. At the same time, he guessed who "That person" Diao Ao was referring to. Although his strength was not quite up to par, Diao Ao was, after all, the boss of West District 79. It wasn't difficult to guess who he would call "Lord" and say "is here again."

"Wait for me here for a moment."

Duan Mu said to Yamadatarō beside him, then turned and left the Yorozuya with Diao Ao.

As they arrived downstairs, before even entering the bar, Duan Mu frowned.

The smell of blood!?

Duan Mu's expression darkened, and he quickly pulled open the door and stepped into the bar. Upon seeing the scene inside, his expression returned to normal.

The situation in the bar was the same as three days ago. All the customers looked cautious, sneakily glancing at the center of the hall. In the center of the hall, Nishijin-ori was sitting in the same position as three days ago, with two basketball-sized packages on the table.

"Boss Duan Mu, we're here again."

Habutae, standing beside Nishijin-ori, waved happily upon seeing Duan Mu, as if greeting an old friend.

That is, if…

One ignored the bloodstains on their bodies, and the blood that was constantly dripping onto the floor!

Habutae's enthusiasm, combined with the current situation, left Duan Mu unsure of how to respond. In the end, he could only twitch the corner of his mouth, forcing a smile that wasn't quite a smile, and replied with a somewhat uncertain tone, "Welcome?" Duan Mu walked forward.

Nishijin-ori, who had been resting with his eyes closed at the table, opened his eyes and pushed the package with fewer bloodstains on his right towards Duan Mu. "Commission fee and medical expenses. This is…" As he spoke, he grabbed the other package with heavy bloodstains and threw it at Duan Mu's feet. "…extra."

Bang!

The package hit the ground and immediately scattered, with a round object rolling out and finally stopping at Duan Mu's feet.

Upon seeing the object clearly, Uzuki, behind the bar counter, gasped.

However, apart from her, the other guests in the bar didn't react much.

Duan Mu glanced down, a smile appearing on his face. "A decent reward."

Rolling to his feet was a head. Duan Mu was familiar with its owner, having nearly died at his hands just a few days prior.

Jiu Su!

The one who had cut Duan Mu and then immediately fled back to South District 80.

"Boss Duan Mu, this bag of money isn't just the commission fee, you know."

Yabuta on the side gave Duan Mu a seductive glance, though Duan Mu felt it was more like a glare.

"My boss just said this is the commission fee and the medical fee." As she spoke, Yabuta shifted slightly to the side, revealing a wound on her muscular waist that had nearly severed her in half.

Duan Mu looked away and then at Nishijin-ori, finding that he wasn't faring much better. A gaping wound on his chest, perilously close to his heart, was actively 'gushing' blood.

That's right, 'gushing,' not 'flowing.'

You're practically dying, why are you still putting on a show for us?!

Duan Mu realized then that these two weren't here to pay him back; they were here for help! With injuries this severe, they might not have even survived long enough to reach his shop if they weren't tough as nails.

"Uzuki... never mind, you check the money."

Seeing Uzuki's resistant expression, Duan Mu turned to Diao Ao behind him. "Go upstairs again and ask Hanatarou to come down... And...

"Yes, you, everyone's favorite, classmate Takahashi. Get a few people to push together the tables in the corner and drape some cloth around them."

"The rest of you, get back to what you were doing. If you're not drinking, get out. Also, someone help me deal with this head. Dispose of it as you see fit – bury it or feed it to the dogs."