The selection of a new captain for the Tenth Division still had not been settled, and the chaos in the Soul Society continued. Patrol squads were stretched too thin, and Rukongai drifters could be seen everywhere.
But the Gotei 13 was not particularly anxious. They simply carried on with their respective duties, and even during captain meetings, the matter was only mentioned briefly.
At the end of the day, the Seireitei possessed sufficient military strength. If necessary, they could dispatch several captains and easily suppress the unrest.
Moreover, throughout the Soul Society's million-year history, situations like this had not been uncommon. Soul Reapers suffered casualties at a rate of one in twenty each year. Lasting peace was the true rarity.
This day, at the Technology Development Bureau of the 12th Division.
"Go on. What is it this time?" Yato sat in a spacious recliner, kicked off with his foot, and spun around once. "Mayuri, this chair of yours is pretty comfortable."
Mayuri Kurotsuchi, his skin covered in white paint, gave a cold snort and said displeasedly, "Do you take me for you? This chair serves a purpose. It can seal in an experimental subject's spiritual... Hmph. Even if I told you, you would not understand, Third Seat Uchiha."
"Ha, true enough. I really do not understand research." The young man chuckled. "Still, Mayuri, I like your attitude now. At least you know how to use honorifics."
"...Hmph!"
The mad scientist's brow twitched wildly, but remembering that his opponent was far stronger than him, he suppressed his anger and handed Yato a list.
"These are the biological materials needed for the next round of experiments. As the head of the Capture Department, Third Seat Uchiha, please fulfill your duty."
"Let me see. Oh... I can't do this."
"Then see yourself out...