First Division·Captain's Office
The next morning
Sunlight filtered in from the east window pane, spreading a layer of light gold on the tatami.
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto was sitting behind the desk, the tea in front of him still steaming.
He just sat down and was still sorting out yesterday's documents
There was a knock at the door.
"Enter"
The door was pushed open, Senjumaru Shutara stood outside the door
What new fabric is she holding in her hand? Black clothes. Black clothes.
Yamamoto glanced at her and put down the teacup. "We are a rare visitor."
Shutara No courtesy
"Yamamoto, yesterday I made a new material clothing. The principle is that it resonates with the wearer's Reiatsu synchronously to form an automatic body surface defense. The actual measured effect is that Squad Member's clothing is no longer easily damaged in high-intensity battles."
Yamamoto's eyes swept across
Shutara paused. "Temporarily called Soul Reaper Overlord Clothing, or Shihakushō for short."
Yamamoto's eyebrows moved. "Who started it?"
"Lieutenant, I can't think of a better name, so I'll use this one for now" Shutara said without changing his expression.
Yamamoto did not comment on the quality of this name.
He was silent for a few seconds, as if weighing the weight of something in his mind, and then spoke with a calm tone, "Let the captains and Lieutenant change it first."
Shutara turned his head slightly and closed his eyes: "Okay"
Then Shunpo left here
"Shihakushō..." Yamamoto looked out the window
Twelfth Division·Engineering Department
Engineering Department In the east wing of the Twelfth Division team building is a spacious long room. The walls on both sides are covered with various tools and semi-finished materials, and the air is filled with the smell of metal and fabric.
Long tables were arranged in several rows, with books, Reishi coils and sample fabrics spread out on the table. Sunlight fell slanting into the room from the high windows, illuminating the fine Reishi dust floating in the air.
More than two dozen Squad Member were sitting at the long table, with several brand-new books in front of them. The covers were clean and smelled of ink. Some looked down at them, some exchanged glances with each other, and more people raised their heads and looked at Okuharano standing in front of them.
These books were produced by Okuharano overnight. They are filled with the Reishi arrangement diagram of Shutara new fabrics, the comparison table between weaving density and Reishi conduction efficiency, and the resonance frequency data of materials with different textures in the Reiatsu field.
Okuharano looked at these Squad Member, holding the long table with both hands. "Starting today, we will learn the weaving of new fabrics together."
Squad Member were quiet for a moment, and then someone raised their hand. "Lieutenant, why should we learn this?"
Okuharano There is no surprise, this question is expected.
He nodded and pulled the black clothes on his body. "Because soon everyone will have new equipment, it's called Shihakushō."
Squad Member Everyone looked over and glanced at the clothes he was wearing several times. The clothes were no different from the clothes they were wearing. The same black color, the same cut, the same collar and cuffs. Some people tilted their heads and looked at it for a long time, but they couldn't tell the difference. The expression on their faces changed from curiosity to confusion.
"Shihakushō... what is it?"
"It can automatically sense Reiatsu and synchronize it to form a layer of defense on the body surface, which means that the clothes on the body will not be good in the future because the aftermath of the battle is frequently broken." Okutano explained briefly
As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere around the long table immediately changed.
Squad Member people looked at each other, some showed surprise on their faces, some nodded in understanding, and some looked down at their old clothes. During the fight, it was really distressing that their clothes were suddenly torn to pieces in the aftermath of the battle.
"From now on, we Twelfth Division will be responsible for manufacturing, so we have to learn how to weave it." When Okutano said this, his tone was a little more serious, and his eyes swept from one end of the long table to the other, and every Squad Member felt the weight of that gaze.
After a brief silence, the atmosphere around the long table changed. The lazy afternoon sleepiness just now was swept away, replaced by a kind of mobilized and real motivation.
Squad Members formed teams of twos and threes, lowered their heads, and opened the books in front of them.
The sunlight moved slowly from the high window, illuminating the pages of books spread out on the table, illuminating the fingers groping for weaving patterns on the fabric samples, and illuminating the heads discussing in low voices.
A woman with a ponytail Squad Member was the first to pick up the fabric sample on the table. Her fingers slowly touched the weaving pattern along the edge of the sample. When her fingertips touched those fine Reishi threads, her eyes lit up. After a while, she opened the book and searched page by page according to the atlas. After finding the corresponding page, she drew a small five-pointed star at the footer with a pen. The person next to her came over to take a look and asked her what she was marking. She said that the marking felt good and she would remember it the next time she compiles.
Next to another long table, several Squad Members were having a heated discussion around an open book. Two different knitting directions were drawn on the pages. One said it should be knitted from left to right, and the other said it should be knitted from right to left. The third person turned the book to the next page, pointed to the small line above and said, "You two are wrong, it says cross knitting here." The first two people leaned over to look at it at the same time, and then let out a prolonged "Oh~" at the same time.
Sitting in the corner was a young Squad Member who looked to be in his early twenties. He was the youngest among the Engineering Department and had only joined the team for less than a year. The book in front of him was turned to the first page and he was holding a book in his hand. A Reishi thread was clumsily trying to thread the first knitting pattern on the sample piece. The Reishi thread was twisting around between his fingers and almost slipped out several times. A thin layer of sweat had already appeared on his forehead.
The old master sitting next to him turned his head and glanced at the sample in his hand. He didn't say anything, but pointed at a line of small words in the book, indicating that he should look at this page first. The young man looked down at it, nodded in realization, removed the Reishi thread in his hand, and started from the beginning.
At the end of the long table by the window, two Squad Members have already knitted the first palm-sized sample and are using the Reishi detector to test the conduction efficiency. The pointer of the detector is slightly deflected. One of them lowered his head to record the data, while the other held the sample up to the sun and squinted to see the shimmer of the fine weaving patterns under the light. The two looked at each other and grinned at the same time.
Okutano did not sit down
He walked slowly along the long table, from one end to the other. When he saw someone knitting the wrong pattern, he stopped to correct it. He used his hand to mark on the sample piece how the line should be routed. When he saw someone doing a good job, he nodded and said nothing.
When he walked behind the young Squad Member, he paused for a while, looked at the crooked sample piece in his hand, then reached out to take the Reishi thread from his hand, and demonstrated the correct threading method with extremely slow movements. The young man stared at his hand for a while, then nodded hard and picked up the sample piece again.
In the whole Engineering Department there were only the sounds of turning pages, the subtle friction of Reishi threads as they passed through the fabric, and occasional low-pitched discussions. The sunlight slowly moved through the high window, from one end of the long table to the other, illuminating those densely packed diagrams, those repeatedly rubbed samples, those fingers stained with ink, and those young faces that frowned and relaxed, relaxed and wrinkled again.
Okutano stopped at the end of the long table, turned around, and looked at the long room filled with sunlight, and at the Squad Members who were busy among the books and samples.
He didn't speak, he just leaned against a pillar, picked up a book that had not been sent out, opened it, and lowered his head to read.