Smack—!
Soi Fon slammed the intelligence report that had just arrived onto the wooden table, making it shudder.
Six months?
Soi Fon's face darkened. She had assigned people to monitor Target No. 7 for a full six months. During that time, every one of Duan Mu's actions had been under Onmitsukidō surveillance—even how many times he took out the trash.
And yet...
In those six months, the subject had made her wonder more than once, Does someone like this really need to be monitored?
Aside from the occasional Fourth Division member secretly going to him for rather sensitive tutoring, the subject spent most of his time doing odd jobs: farming, weeding, shoveling snow, building houses, repairing homes, delivering goods, helping women look after their children, searching for lost animals...
He was practically a tireless work machine, working year-round without a break. Every day, he traveled all over Rukongai, taking on all kinds of strange and varied jobs.
Moreover, no matter what the job was, he completed it to near perfection, leaving his customers extremely satisfied.
But...
You were a mighty Lieutenant Captain-level powerhouse. Was it really all right to do this kind of work every day?
Didn't you have even a shred of dignity as a strongman?
Soi Fon looked at the intelligence report she had slapped onto the table, and even her cold, pretty face couldn't help twitching.
Never mind that a dignified Lieutenant Captain had gone to serve a bunch of ordinary people—but couldn't you at least be selective about the jobs you took? Why would you even accept work cleaning public toilets!?
Couldn't you show some ambition and kill a few Shinigami, or secretly sneak into Seireitei for a sightseeing tour?
At least that would make the resources invested in the Onmitsukidō feel more worthwhile.
And the