The Nurturing Plan and the Promise with the Weapon Girl

Beneath her short orange hair, a peach-colored scarf wrapped around her fair, swan-like neck, revealing only glimpses of tender skin.

From the back alone, beneath her slightly broad shoulders, her slender waist was cinched by a sash, further accentuating her outrageously voluptuous figure.

Her words and actions even more thoroughly displayed her bold and forthright personality.

"Hey, hey, Boss! Where's my booze?!"

She raised her left arm and slapped the counter in displeasure, producing a series of loud bangs. "Don't tell me you're worried I can't pay, huh?!"

Across the counter.

A middle-aged man with two drooping mustaches rubbed his hands together like a fly, responding with an awkward smile:

"Lady Rangiku, you still haven't settled last month's tab. Maybe you should drink a little less..."

At that.

Rangiku Matsumoto, her cheeks flushed red, immediately slammed the table and rose to her feet, pointing angrily at him. "Cut the crap! If you don't bring out the drinks, I'll shut down your izakaya!"

Su Feng's eyelid twitched as he watched the farce unfold before him.

He suddenly had some doubts about his earlier idea.

When it came to abusing authority.

Rangiku Matsumoto was a little too practiced at it.

As the Lieutenant of the Tenth Division, she clearly possessed that sort of authority.

Even if the owner behind this izakaya was a Lower Aristocrat.

Faced with Rangiku Matsumoto's threat, the mustached man looked troubled. His lips moved a few times, but he did not dare offer any argument.

He was merely an ordinary Rukongai soul.

He was not even in the same class as an ordinary Shinigami Soldier, much less a lieutenant-level Shinigami.

"Put her tab on my account for now."

Su Feng stepped out from behind, skillfully pulled out a chair, and sat down beside Rangiku Matsumoto.

"So it's you."

Rangiku Matsumoto glanced at Su Feng and said with schadenfreude, "Instead of dealing with the pile of documents from the Ninth Division, you actually came here to drink and chase women. You've really got some nerve."

Naturally, the mustached owner recognized this major patron.

When facing Su Feng, smiles piled across his face until his old features crumpled like a chrysanthemum, perfectly embodying the meaning of fawning.

"Yes, Lord Su Feng."

Su Feng took the wine cup the mustached owner cautiously handed him and said calmly:

"Sharpening the blade does not delay the chopping of wood. There's no rush with the documents."

"More importantly, do you remember what you promised me last time?"

At that.

A rare hint of guilt appeared on Rangiku Matsumoto's flushed face.

"W-What promise..."

Su Feng shook his head in dissatisfaction. "Rangiku, running away won't solve the problem."

"Leaving aside the wager, just your drinks tab alone would take at least ten years to repay on your salary."

"And that's assuming you neither eat nor drink during that time."

(It was worth mentioning that an ordinary Shinigami Soldier's monthly pay, converted to yen, was roughly two hundred thousand—barely enough to support a family. Only Seated Officers were somewhat well-off.)

As the Lieutenant of the Tenth Division, Rangiku Matsumoto's salary was quite generous.

However, she was an extreme drinker and often bought expensive luxury goods.

For instance, the scarf around her snowy white neck had cost her nearly half a year's salary.

Combined with Su Feng deliberately indulging Rangiku Matsumoto and leading her to drink only expensive premium liquor.

Her wallet was even less able to keep up.

As for Su Feng's purpose in doing all this, it was quite simple and obvious.

First, he lusted after her; second, he lusted after her body; and lastly, he still lusted after her...

In short.

Su Feng had used the simplest open scheme, and Rangiku Matsumoto had jumped into it without hesitation.

As for how the two had met.

That was entirely thanks to Su Feng's own foreknowledge.

With the Tsunayashiro Family's influence, coupled with some information he had provided himself, finding Rangiku Matsumoto while she was still in Rukongai ahead of time was not difficult.

The whole point was to snatch her first.

The two had known each other for a long time. Rangiku Matsumoto had merely entered the Shinigami Academy a few years before him.

The True: Raising a Dangerous Weapon Girl Plan!

"Hey, you, cut it out already!"

Rangiku Matsumoto downed the newly served drink in one gulp, then suddenly leaned close to Su Feng, staring straight into his eyes. The beauty mark by her lips stood out especially clearly.

"Isn't it just a transfer between divisions?"

"If you can get Captain Isshin Shiba to agree, then I don't have any objections."

Since Rangiku Matsumoto had joined a division early on, she had still chosen the Tenth Division. Relying on her own talent, she had also risen to Lieutenant fairly quickly.

And long before entering the Soul Reaper Academy, she had already made an agreement with Su Feng.

If Su Feng ever became a division captain, Rangiku Matsumoto would come assist him and become his Lieutenant.

"I think you can handle this matter yourself."

The corners of Su Feng's mouth curled upward, his smile brimming with undisguised confidence.

"The Ninth Division Lieutenant's salary will be..."

"Ten times what you make now!"

The moment those words were spoken—

Rangiku Matsumoto's beautiful eyes widened at once, her crystal-clear gaze seeming to sparkle.

After a moment, she took a deep breath and declared firmly:

"I'll go submit a transfer application to Captain Shiba right now!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Rangiku Matsumoto vanished from the tavern in a burst of Shunpo.

The direction she had gone was none other than the Seireitei.

Su Feng did not care much for things like money.

After all—

As the head of the Tsunayashiro Family, the foremost of the Five Great Noble Clans, wealth was both the most useless and most abundant thing they possessed.

At least, that was how Su Feng saw it.

It was precisely because of this status that he could spend as lavishly as he pleased in this extravagant pleasure district.

After all—

The Kenseikan he used to bind his hair and prove his status as a high-born noble was no less valuable than the Ginpakukazahana passed down through generations of the Kuchiki Family.

In terms of actual price alone, it was comparable to the cost of building ten houses.

To him—

A Lieutenant's salary multiplied tenfold was merely a drop in the bucket.

Of course, Su Feng considered it a very worthwhile deal.

Within the Gotei 13—

A Lieutenant's role to a captain was essentially that of a secretary.

As the saying went, when there was work, the secretary handled it; when there wasn't... ahem...

Su Feng reined in certain dangerous thoughts and raised his gaze toward the counter.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Do I have to personally invite Kikuhime Tayuu?"

The mustachioed owner abruptly came back to his senses and nodded obsequiously. "Please wait a moment. Kikuhime Tayuu will be here shortly."

As he spoke, he did not forget to take out the tavern's prized Ryusen Sake from beneath the counter.

Su Feng's status warranted such treatment.

Even if the tavern's owner behind the scenes were to arrive, he would still have to treat Su Feng with the utmost respect and tread carefully.

The gap in status between nobles was even more outrageous than the gap between commoners and nobles.

Tenth Division barracks.

Captain's office.

Isshin Shiba scratched at the newly grown stubble on his chin, staring blankly at the transfer application on his desk as he muttered subconsciously:

"What the hell happened?"

"I only went out for a drink, and my Lieutenant is already gone?!"