Shunsui Kyōraku's childish roar rang throughout the venue.
Unfortunately, his voice carried none of a captain's authority.
He sounded more like a little boy whose toy had been snatched away.
Mayuri Kurotsuchi crawled out of his oversized Captain's Haori, his little face twitching beneath its black-and-white paint.
"Shut up!"
"Of course I know you've all shrunk!"
He looked down at the detector in his hands.
The detector was still its original size.
With his hands as they were now, he could not even press two of its buttons at once.
Mayuri Kurotsuchi: ...
Why couldn't this thing shrink on its own?
Nemu Kurotsuchi poked her head out of the clothes beside him.
She, too, had turned into a little girl, her black Shihakushō wrapped around her like a blanket.
"Lord Mayuri, do you need Nemu's help?"
"No!"
Mayuri Kurotsuchi hugged the detector, bracing the switch on its side against his knee while stretching a finger toward the screen.
The posture was highly unscientific.
But no one cared now.
The venue had descended into utter chaos.
The shrunken division members kept tripping over their oversized Shihakushō, someone falling every couple of steps.
Ikkaku Madarame crawled out of his clothes and reached up to feel his head.
His bald head was still just as shiny.
It was simply a size smaller.
Yumichika crouched beside him and stared at him for a few seconds.
"So cute."
A vein bulged on Ikkaku's forehead.
"Do you want to die?"
He raised his hand to draw Hōzukimaru.
But his Zanpakuto was longer than his entire body.
Ikkaku tugged hard twice, but the sword never came out, and he landed on his backside instead.
Yumichika laughed even harder.
Elsewhere, Marechiyo Ōmaeda had turned into a round little chubby boy.
The gold chain around his neck had fallen