As Inner Court Guard, Seventh Division patrols the city walls and streets of Seireitei on a daily basis, and occasionally takes on some simple field tasks. Their training intensity is also among the best among Thirteenth Division, not because the tasks are heavy, but because they have another identity: Reserve Corps
During the war, Seventh Division was the last line of defense and the first batch of integrated units to be added to the frontline combat sequence.
Now, half of their personnel have set off to build a logistics center at West Eightieth District and strengthened border security.
The supply line from Seireitei to West Eightieth District is controlled by Seventh Division in sections. Each section has fixed patrol shifts and emergency response mechanisms. The logistics center itself is a The temporary fortress reinforced by Reishi Armament stores enough supplies for three squadrons to fight for a month: food, medicine, Kidō consumables, and Zanpakutō repair tools
The prison supervision function of Ninth Division was temporarily taken over by First Division during the expedition, and their main force was transferred to be responsible for logistics dispatch. Entetsu Kumenoi only said two sentences at the pre-war meeting, "Supplies cannot be cut off. If they are cut off, it is my responsibility."
He did not write this sentence in any document, but every Squad Member in Ninth Division knows that their captain said "my responsibility", and these four words carry more weight in Ninth Division than any formal order.
On the supply line from Seireitei to West Eightieth District, Ninth Division's transportation flights operate at a frequency of three times a day. Each transportation is escorted by five Squad Member and one Seated Officer. The rotation system is precise to ensure that no one is on duty for more than two consecutive days.
The list of supplies has been personally reviewed by Entetsu Kumenoi more than once. He requires that each box of supplies must be unpacked and inspected before being sent out. After verification, a seal must be affixed with the signature of the verifier.
He hung a huge supply line map on the wall of Ninth Division's team building. Each route, each transfer station, and the location of each batch of supplies were marked with thumbtacks of different colors. It was updated once a day. Some people privately said that Ninth Division's logistics scheduling was so accurate that "I would rather make an extra trip than let the front line wait for a day."
Twelfth Division's daily training is the least intensive among Thirteenth Division, which can only ensure that the combat power is not lost.
Their core functions are at Reishi Research Institute, and they only have tasks in recent years.
However, the workload of the institute is not stable. When there are new projects, they are busy all night long. When there are no projects, the entire team is on semi-vacation.
Senjumaru Shutara formed Engineering Department for this purpose and invested its idle manpower in the construction of some areas of Seireitei and Rukongai. Most of the newly paved stone roads in Seireitei, the renovated drainage channels in the first few areas of Rukongai, and the expanded dormitories in the Shin'ō Academy were made by Twelfth Division Engineering Department's hand.
Squad Member people have no complaints about this. On the contrary, they feel that it is more practical than sitting in a research institute waiting for a project. At least they can be exposed to the sun while paving the road and can see the things they have made with their own hands being stepped on. This is much more practical than waiting for data from instruments.
After the expedition order was issued, Twelfth Division was asked to allocate manpower to assist Rukongai of Tenth Division in patrolling. Senjumaru Shutara only said, "Engineering Department's construction period will be postponed." Then he threw the personnel list to Lieutenant and asked him to coordinate the transfer list.
The streets in South Third District are cleaner than most areas in Rukongai
This place is close to Seireitei, and Seireitei's rules can govern it. There are drainage ditches on both sides of the street, and there is water in the ditch. The water is not clear, but it is not smelly either.
Shops are lined up along both sides of the street, selling rice, cloth, and daily groceries. The door panels are clean and the words on the signboards are neatly written.
People here don't need to work hard for a bite of food every day like Rukongai depths. They have time to stand and chat, time to watch the excitement, and time to show indifference to new things.
This newly opened store is located in the middle of the street. Its neighbors on the left and right are a fish shop and a shop selling daily groceries.
The owner of the fish shop is an old man in his sixties. He buys goods from the South Fourth District fish market every morning. He sells freshwater fish caught in the Rukongai river, such as crucian carp, carp, grass carp, and occasionally a few loaches. The door of his shop is always wet, and the water in the barrel splashes out from time to time, leaving a dark stain on the stone floor.
The shop selling daily groceries is much cleaner. There are a few strings of glass wind chimes hanging at the door, which jingle when the wind blows. The shop sells brooms, wooden basins, clay pots, oil lamps, and needlework, all necessities for Rukongai residents.
But this store is different from them.
Its floor area is almost equivalent to that of six ordinary stores renovated together.
The owner of the shop spent three months to take down all six adjacent shops, open up all the partition walls, re-lay the floors, re-paint the walls, and re-waterproof the roof. During the construction period, the owner of the fish shop squatted at his door every day, scraping fish scales while watching the workers coming in and out. After watching for three months, he still could not figure out what the store was selling.
now he knows
There is a plaque hanging on the lintel of the shop. The wood is made of fine pine and the paint is dark brown. The words on the plaque are golden and sparkle in the sun.
There are six words written on the plaque [Kirinji Hell Hot Spring]
The boss of Kirinji Hell Hot Spring stood at the door of the shop, with his hands on his hips, looking up at the plaque. He was wearing a dark blue bathrobe that was not fully worn, exposing his chest. The cuffs were rolled up to the elbows, revealing his strong forearms. He was wearing a pair of wooden clogs on his feet. His hair was the most eye-catching thing about him.
The sides of his hair and the back of his head are pushed very short. The hair on the top of his head bulges forward and upward, forming a full arc. But the most special thing is the front end of this hairstyle. It is not round, but curves downward into a sharp hook shape.
Like a sharp eagle's beak, also like the tip of an anchor
"Very good, Hell Hot Spring is grandly opened!"
His voice was so loud that the hands of the old man packing the barrels in the fish shop trembled, and the string of glass wind chimes at the door of the shop selling daily groceries shook violently.
He turned around, leaned forward, grinned, revealing a row of neat white teeth, put one hand on his waist and clenched his fist with the other to raise his arms, as if to cheer himself up and to announce to the world
I'm coming
Everyone around him is looking at him, but their expressions are not without expectation and curiosity. They are indifferent and full of eyes. This man is so strange.
South Third District's wandering soul has seen too many weirdos from Seireitei, Soul Reaper, nobles, businessmen, wandering entertainers, liars, madmen
They stood on both sides of the street. Some were holding vegetable baskets in their hands, some were holding children in their arms, and some were leaning against the wall to bask in the sun. They looked at the airplane-headed man at the Kirinji Hell Hot Spring door with his hands on his hips, grinning, and making fists to cheer him up. His expression did not change. Rukongai There is no shortage of new things. There are new things every day. If there are too many new things, it will no longer be new.
The boss of Kirinji Hell Hot Spring keeps his hands on his hips, leaning forward, grinning, and clenching his fists to cheer up.
His eyes returned from a distance and fell on the person in front of him. He was a child, four or five years old, wearing gray old clothes, with gray on his face and snot hanging from his nose.
He stood at the door of Kirinji Hell Hot Spring's shop, very close to the boss, so close that when the boss leaned forward, his face was almost touching the child's face. The child raised his head and looked at the aircraft head that was several times taller than him, at the grinning face with white teeth exposed, and at the fist-pumping hand. His mouth slowly opened, his eyebrows slowly wrinkled, and his eyes slowly turned red.
silence
The boss of Kirinji Hell Hot Spring looked at the child, and the child looked at the boss. The wind blew from the other side of the street, and the wind chimes at the door of the shop selling daily groceries tinkled.
The child cried
The sound was not loud, it was the kind of suppressed cry that sounded like a kitten's cry squeezed out from deep in the throat. Tears welled up from the red eyes, flowed down the dirty cheeks, flowed through the nose, flowed through the mouth, and dripped on the ground. The child did not run away, but stood there crying.
Kirinji Hell Hot Spring's boss kept one hand on his hip and watched the child cry.
His smile immediately dropped, and his eyes became overwhelmed
He lowered his hands from the akimbo position and dropped them by his side, and also lowered the hand he used to make a fist for encouragement. He squatted down and looked at the child's level. The child's cry did not stop.
"Hey kid! Stop crying!" The boss's tone was very ferocious, but he felt that he was already very gentle.
The child cries louder
The child's mother ran over from across the street, picked up the child, patted the child's back, and glared at the boss.
It's the kind of look that makes you, an adult, bully a child.
The boss squatted on the ground, looking up at the woman holding the child and walking away. Seeing the child's cry getting further and further away, he stood up and patted his clothes.
The wandering souls on both sides of the street withdrew their gazes. Some people left with vegetable baskets, some left with children in their arms, and some leaned against the wall and continued to bask in the sun.
Rukongai's daily life will not be disrupted by such a small episode. Rukongai soon returned to its proper order.