Eighth Division barracks.
On the roof of the Office, a faint aroma of alcohol lingered around Shunsui Kyoraku, its intoxicating scent permeating the air.
He sat cross-legged there without a shred of decorum, gazing toward the Sixth Division district, his eyes filled with unconcealed complexity.
"He's becoming less and less like a Shinigami."
"Su Feng, what exactly is your goal...?"
As his words fell, Shunsui Kyoraku vanished from the rooftop, leaving behind only the faint scent of alcohol and an unfinished cup of sake.
As for the fact that he had destroyed nearly half of the Sixth Division district, he had been discovered by patrolling Shinigami Soldiers. More accurately, Byakuya Kuchiki had caught him red-handed.
"Wantonly destroying division buildings and causing financial losses..." Byakuya Kuchiki said expressionlessly. "Do you not possess even the slightest sense of responsibility expected of a noble?"
"No!" Su Feng replied, utterly unabashed.
Byakuya Kuchiki's breath caught. He forcibly swallowed the words that had reached his lips. He had nearly forgotten that the thickness of the fellow's skin could probably withstand Hado above Number Ninety.
"Anything else? If not, I'm leaving."
Su Feng glanced again at the Communication Device in his hand. Several red dots were moving at considerable speed, and the Shinigami assigned to surround them could not hold them off for even a moment.
The green dots representing the division members fell in swathes like wheat at harvest time, without the slightest trace of the dignity befitting the Gotei 13.
"There is one more matter." Byakuya Kuchiki stopped Su Feng from making his escape. "What exactly is your view on this matter?"
"I've realized that I'm becoming more and more unable to see through you..."
Su Feng raised his head in surprise and met Byakuya Kuchiki's gaze head-on.
Unlike his usual coldness, Byakuya Kuchiki's