"Boss, is the natto at your place tasty?" Aizen asked.
The boss was a middle-aged man in his forties. When he saw that the customer was actually a Soul Reaper, he immediately became respectful and said with a broad smile, "It's delicious, of course it's delicious! If you don't believe me, you can try some."
Aizen had never been able to stomach strong-flavored foods like natto. His tastes leaned toward lighter flavors, much like Yamabuki Chidori's.
But this time, he was clearly trying to set Hirako up. That's tasty? How could I possibly buy something tasty for my Captain? If I'm buying something, it has to be something awful.
"If it's tasty... then I can only try another shop!" Aizen immediately turned toward the next store, leaving the middle-aged man completely baffled.
He went on to ask eight shops in a row, and every shopkeeper claimed that their natto was delicious.
Of course, as businessmen, how could they possibly say that their own food tasted terrible? How would they make money then?
That continued until the ninth shop.
By then, the sun had already set. Long lamps had been lit along the streets, but compared with the darkness, their light seemed extremely weak, flickering on and off.
The owner of the ninth shop was a little girl who looked only eleven or twelve years old. She wore twin ponytails, and when she saw a customer approaching, she not only refused to serve him but also barred the door with a wooden plank.
"We're closed, we're closed! If you want something, come back tomorrow." The girl spoke in an extremely impatient tone.
Aizen carefully sized up the girl before him.
She clearly had an Eastern face, yet her hair was yellow. She wore twin ponytails and had an arrogant gaze, making