Since it was a rest day, the two of them stayed in the room for almost the entire day.
Rangiku Matsumoto had planned it all along, getting Nanao Ise drunk in advance. By the time Su Feng found her, she was still sound asleep.
The room reeked of alcohol, and she was muttering incomprehensible nonsense under her breath.
At this rate, it would probably take another three to five days for her to sober up completely.
For Su Feng, this rest day was definitely one of the most memorable days of his life.
But when the workday came around again, he discovered that both Rangiku Matsumoto and Nanao Ise were deliberately avoiding each other.
No matter how hard he thought about it, he could not figure out what had happened between them.
Right now, though, he had no time to dwell on such details.
More important matters awaited his attention.
At Training Ground Number Thirteen.
Renji Abarai stared fixedly at the hard, metal-like body in the distance, and a trace of despair crept into his eyes.
Could this thing really be called a Soul Reaper?
Beside him, the white-haired brat Toshiro Hitsugaya lay sprawled on the ground like a hopeless salted fish, utterly devoid of dignity. He was only one beating from Hanataro Yamada away from rolling his eyes back.
"Let's call it here for today."
Hanataro Yamada rolled his shoulders, producing crisp cracks. "You should be heading back to the Soul Reaper Academy for class."
Renji and Toshiro Hitsugaya looked as though they had been granted amnesty. They instantly perked up, like nearly dried-out salted fish receiving a heavenly downpour.
Just then, Su Feng appeared in the training ground and grabbed one in each hand. "Learning is like rowing upstream: if you do not advance, you fall back."
"I'll