Soul Society—!
The 4th Division was as quiet as ever in peacetime. Aside from a few 11th Division members who got too rough during sparring, the entire General Infirmary was basically empty.
Of course, that was hardly a bad thing.
It should be said that the 4th Division members preferred spending their days in leisure like this, but...
"Ow—!"
"Hiss... After getting beaten up so many times, that bastard still doesn't know how to go easy on us?"
"Cough, cough, cough. The fact that we're not dead already proves he went easy on us, even if the entire group got one-shot..."
"..."
Outside the General Infirmary's main entrance, the 4th Division members couldn't help their faces twitching as they watched the 'bald' Shinigami continuously being carried in.
This scene...
It felt like some seriously troublesome figure was about to make an appearance.
"Hey, hey, hey, is it really okay for you to leave me with no one to use the moment you arrive? At least leave a few for me." A bob-cut man wearing a captain's haori walked over behind the Bald Division.
Following behind him was the 5th Division's lieutenant, Hinamori Momo. Now sporting medium-length hair, the girl was glaring indignantly at a bald man off to the side. Sunlight reflected off his scalp in incomparably dazzling splendor.
It practically blinded people.
The moment they saw that bald head, every member of the 4th Division covered their faces.
Just as expected!
Those bastards from the 5th Division...
Had it become an instinct for them or something?!
Didn't they ever consider the difference in strength between friend and foe? Even if there were more of them, were they as bright as his bald head... no, were they as strong as him? A bunch of ants constantly trying to challenge an