"How are things?"
Under the night sky of Seireitei, several figures huddled together furtively. They were Uryu Ishida, Orihime Inoue, and Sado Yasutora.
As for Wu Biao, his face was deathly pale. He lay face-down on Sado's back with his eyes tightly shut.
Makiuzo Aramaki looked at the questioning expressions turned his way and twitched the corner of his mouth. "It's already the middle of the night. The barracks cafeteria is closed, and I have no idea where to find food!"
He wore a helpless smile. "And why do I have to help you? If we get caught, we could be killed!"
"We have no one else to ask," Uryu said.
"Please!" Orihime, who had just woken from a faint, begged him.
"..." Makiuzo looked at Orihime, his face full of hesitation.
If that girl hadn't pulled him out of the explosion during the earlier battle, he would have been reduced to ashes alongside those human bombs from the 12th Division.
But... just thinking about what would happen if they were discovered made him afraid to act rashly.
"We have to hurry. Brother Biao isn't going to make it!" Sado, who had been silent until now, said urgently. "His breathing is getting weaker and weaker. If he doesn't get food soon... he might really die!"
"What?"
The others were startled and hurried over. Sure enough, Wu Biao was barely breathing, his face as pale as a sheet of paper.
At first, when Wu Biao said he was about to starve to death, they hadn't taken him seriously. They had planned to keep going to rescue Rukia, then find something for Wu Biao to eat. But... just as they were about to set out, Wu Biao suddenly fainted.
They couldn't help but take it seriously. After waking up, Orihime immediately tried