It was like watching a girl take revenge on the scumbag who had loved her and left her!
At the same moment, both of them turned to look at Oomaeda Koshin.
Did I just see something I shouldn't have? They're not going to kill me to keep me quiet, are they? Oomaeda Koshin stiffly turned toward the cake shop, talking loudly to himself as he walked. "I hear their Dragon Breath Chili Durian Cake is famous. I have to buy one."
Then he launched into a full-speed Flash Step and shot straight into the shop.
"Feel better now that you've let it out? If you need someone to take it out on again, come find me. I don't have many strengths, but I can take a beating." Yamabuki Chidori stared at the cake in his hands. "You recommended this cake, so you're taking the first bite."
"Hmph!" Yoruichi snorted, grabbed the cake, and ran off.
Yamabuki Chidori deflated like a punctured ball. Trying to help these kids work through their feelings was far too hard. Being a Shinigami really was rough, nowhere near as glamorous as it looked in manga.
Reality wasn't an anime. Anyone could die in battle. Even someone as powerful as the Captain Commander had fallen in the Thousand-Year Blood War.
How had the children he'd raised felt back then?
Even the usually composed Shunsui Kyōraku had broken down.
For a Shinigami, dying on the battlefield was all too likely.
Not everyone had plot armor.
Not everyone could gain power by shouting in the middle of a fight.
The truth was, against an enemy stronger than you, you could only be killed.
"Hmph. How did I end up depressed too? I need to spend more time with cheerful people." Yamabuki Chidori patted his cheeks to perk himself