Today was the day the head of the Shihōin Family got married, and the entire Seireitei had become exceptionally lively.
Luxurious carriages filled the area before the Shihōin Family gates, each bearing the crest of a noble family from some rank within the Seireitei.
People came and went, and the clamor was deafening.
Besides these nobles, even the captains of the Gotei 13 entered the Shihōin Family residence accompanied by members of their respective divisions.
"Whoa, there are really a lot of people. The Shihōin Family sure knows how to put on a show!"
A captain clad in a haori raised a hand to his forehead and looked at the people constantly entering and leaving the Shihōin Family estate. An exaggerated look of surprise appeared on his face, and his exclamation carried an unmistakable accent.
The captain had long blond hair draped down his back, and the back of his haori bore a [Five]. He was none other than Shinjī Hirako, captain of the Fifth Division.
When he reached the entrance, he suddenly turned his head and looked at his vice-captain, who was four or five meters behind him. With an impatient expression, he urged him on.
"Aizen, hurry up. If you keep dawdling like that, you'll only get leftovers at the banquet!"
With that, Shinjī Hirako walked inside without looking back.
"Captain, slow down. Being so rash is hardly becoming of a captain, and the wedding is still a while away."
The vice-captain behind him pushed up his glasses. A pale white glare flashed across the lenses as he hurried several steps forward to catch up.
When the servants receiving guests at the entrance saw that he was a captain, they immediately led him inside and seated him in a place of honor.
"Ha, Aizen, you bald bastard. Are