Ha, as if I could use Bankai!
Su Feng casually tossed the strict order aside. "Considering that quite a few of the missing Shinigami are lower- and mid-ranked Seated Officers, Yanagawa Ki, Satoya, and the others should stay behind to guard the barracks."
"So, which one of you two is coming with me?"
"I'll go!" Rangiku Matsumoto eagerly volunteered. As long as she did not have to deal with that annoying paperwork, she could completely accept a little fighting and killing.
"I..." Nanao Ise lowered her gaze, seemingly not daring to meet Su Feng's eyes. Her attitude was somewhat hesitant.
"Mm, then Nanao will come with me."
Su Feng made the decision. "Put what you've learned to use. I can't have all the Kido knowledge I taught you go to waste."
"You should know that actual combat is the best teacher."
Nanao Ise had wanted to refuse, but the instant her eyes met Su Feng's, she recoiled as though shocked. Her cheeks flushed as she lightly nodded.
Rangiku Matsumoto crossed her arms, pressing her cleavage into a ravine-like gorge. Her unfriendly gaze constantly shifted between the two, like a lioness guarding her cub.
Something was off. Not just off—twelve parts out of ten off!
Her keen sixth sense told her that things were far from as simple as they appeared.
"All right, time is pressing. We leave immediately."
Su Feng rose to his feet, casually took an ordinary sleeveless Captain's Haori with a red lining from the clothes rack, and headed straight out of the Ninth Division.
Nanao Ise quickly returned to normal, clenched her fist and coughed twice, then followed after him with Shunpo.
Watching the two receding figures, Rangiku Matsumoto's sense of danger surged. It was as if a scarlet character for "danger" had appeared above her head.