Time flowed on, and four years passed in a flash.
Those years were peaceful, with no unexpected incidents.
There was no war between Soul Society and Hueco Mundo, no gruesome deaths during drills for Shin'ō Academy graduates, and even the conflict between the Shiba Clan and the Kuchiki Clan had eased.
Peaceful days always followed the same routine.
With his workload reduced, Uchiha Yato devoted much of his time to training, progressing ever further along the path of Bankai.
He occasionally went to the 4th Division to lend a hand, using his superb healing techniques to treat the severely wounded.
Naturally, Uchiha Yato encountered Retsu Unohana during those visits.
After the incident at Las Noches, the boy and the captain now shared a little secret of their own.
In public, things were fine; the distinction between superior and subordinate remained clear.
But whenever they were alone, the beautiful, mature woman would unconsciously draw closer to the boy, her face flushing as her hand reached for a hilt—the goddamn hilt of Minazuki!
Whenever he thought about it, Uchiha Yato felt stifled from the bottom of his heart.
In the novels he had read in his previous life, when the protagonist shared a little secret with his beautiful boss, her eyes would turn sultry and her breaths soft whenever they were alone—
When it was his turn with Unohana, her face did indeed redden, but that was entirely a sign of killing intent rushing to her head and her blood boiling for battle!
Helpless, he could only avoid being alone with Retsu Unohana, afraid she might lose control and go berserk.
Meanwhile, Uchiha Yato occasionally took advantage of breaks between capturing Menos Grande to visit Hueco Mundo and chat with Harribel, or pester Nelliel.
The former trusted Yato deeply, while the latter