Retsu Unohana faced the crowd with a gentle smile, yet the faintly terrifying aura she exuded blanketed the entire room.
Those familiar with her knew that in this situation, it was best to keep their mouths shut and obey every decision Retsu Unohana made.
Even an old hand like Tetsuzaemon Iba decisively chose to fiddle with the teacup on the table, as though he could study eighteen folds into its surface.
Some time ago, Tetsuzaemon Iba had submitted a report to the First Division regarding the captaincy. The days of serving as acting captain had been far too grueling. If Squad 3 was not assigned a captain soon, she feared she would lose years off her life.
While waiting for the new captain to take office, Tetsuzaemon Iba decided it was better to stay in line.
Retsu Unohana nodded in satisfaction. Just as she was about to slam the table and settle the matter, someone suddenly raised a hand.
"Lieutenant Kuchiki, do you have an objection?"
Byakuya Kuchiki clenched his fist before his mouth and coughed twice. "As for the restructuring of Kendo ranks, I believe it is indeed feasible. The newly added eleventh and twelfth dan also fit well with the original Kendo ranking system."
"However..."
"This fellow should not be qualified to serve as vice president of the Kendo Association, should he?"
For a moment—
Everyone's gaze focused on Su Feng.
The atmosphere gradually turned strange. Their eyes kept darting between the two, while certain troublemakers' eyes gleamed as though they had learned something extraordinary.
Byakuya Kuchiki held his breath and focused, forcing himself to ignore everyone's stares, though he was still affected somewhat.
Su Feng, meanwhile, leaned back in his chair with his eyes shut, looking utterly unconcerned.
"Hey, Captain, aren't you going to say something?"
Rangiku