"Use every dirty trick you've got!"
The two men, nearly three thousand years old between them, glared at each other like quarrelsome old goats.
Just as the tension reached a breaking point, Lieutenant Sasakibe raised a trembling hand. "If you two are going to fight, could you let me find somewhere to hide first?"
He had no idea which of them would win, but if he got caught in the crossfire, he was dead.
"Hmph. For Sasakibe's sake, I'll let it go today." Yamabuki Chidori snorted and finally took out Shikkōgai Musashi's paperwork.
The Captain Commander looked at the document and sighed helplessly. Fewer and fewer of the old comrades who had fought beside him remained.
But he did not want to force anyone to change their mind. In the end, he signed his approval.
"Honestly, each generation of Gotei 13 Soul Reapers seems worse than the last. Can't we find a few better candidates for captain?" Even the Captain Commander could not resist complaining about the latest crop.
The Visored Army members did have strength. Just not much of it.
"Where are we supposed to find Captain-level fighters so easily? If it were that simple, the Gotei 13 would have them coming out of our ears. You can't judge today's youngsters by the standards we met back then. They haven't lived through much upheaval, so it's hard for them to develop that sense of danger. There aren't many who barely meet the requirements, let alone true elites." Yamabuki Chidori was helpless too. Was it my fault the next generation couldn't measure up?
If anyone deserved the blame, it was Tite Kubo. He bore full responsibility.
"How strong is the newly appointed Aikawa Ramu?" the Captain Commander asked.
"You can rest easy on that front. He's definitely strong. Stronger than