"Ichiro, I'll give you one chance to rethink your words. What's my name?" Yoruichi cracked her knuckles, eyes narrowed to slits as she smiled sweetly at Ichiro.
"Ahem—it's my turn. Time to get lunch. Whoa, Auntie, the food looks great today! I'll have this, this, this, and this!"
At Ichiro's choice of address, the cafeteria lady's cheerful expression instantly soured. She'd served meals for decades, and her hand had never once trembled—until now, when inspiration suddenly struck and it gave a little shake.
Ichiro stared in silence at the tray with half his food missing. He glanced up at the cafeteria lady's dark expression, then silently picked up his tray and left.
"Hehehe. Big sister, I'll have this, this, and this. A little extra soup, please." Issho, standing behind Ichiro, giggled and gave the cafeteria lady a sweet smile as she served her.
This proved that it paid to be sweet-tongued. Ichiro had ordered one more dish than Issho, yet somehow his portion was smaller overall.
Looking at the stark contrast between their trays, Urahara shook his head and sat across from Ichiro. "I'm genuinely curious. Some of them are younger than we are. How do you bring yourself to call them 'Auntie'?"
Not all the staff at Shino Academy were Soul Reapers. Some had been recruited from Rukongai. Those with Reiryoku were fine; they had long lifespans, too. But sometimes the academy also hired ordinary souls without Reiryoku.
Ordinary souls in Soul Society didn't have to worry about food or drink, but having enough to eat was only the bare minimum. Shino Academy offered pretty good benefits, so there were still plenty of people looking for work.
In that situation, Ichiro calling them "Auntie" was very strange.
However you looked at it, he was nearly a hundred years old—not