Outside the Third Division barracks.
Yachiru Kusajishi sat on a little cart, a short white cape draped over her back, pointing her wooden sword straight at the members of the Male Shinigami Association.
"The men's association is surrounded!"
Renji glanced at Soi Fon, Nanao, and Rangiku blocking the entrance, then silently lowered the banner in his hands.
Ikkaku refused to back down.
"What do you want?"
Yachiru jumped off the cart and held up a document covered in stamps.
"We're requisitioning your funds!"
"What funds?"
"Chubby has some."
Everyone turned to look at Marechiyo Ōmaeda.
Ōmaeda went pale and turned to jump out the window. But one cold glance from Soi Fon was enough to make him obediently sit back down.
"Captain, I'm the Second Division's lieutenant."
"And?"
"Shouldn't my money count as the Second Division's public property?"
Soi Fon fell silent for a moment.
"Hand it over."
"..."
Ōmaeda clutched his chest, feeling that his loyalty had been betrayed.
Nanao adjusted her glasses and handed Yoriichi a set of accounts.
"After deliberation, the Female Soul Reaper Association has determined that the Male Shinigami Association lacks the ability to operate independently. Therefore, we will centrally manage the activity funds you just raised."
Yoriichi glanced at the accounts.
"Why are the Third Division's reserve funds on here too?"
"A temporary requisition."
"That's for buying toilet paper."
"A portion will be returned after the appreciation party."
"How much is a portion?"
Nanao averted her gaze.
"That will depend on the final expenditure."
Yoriichi understood.
None of it was coming back.
Shūhei couldn't help stepping forward. "Lieutenant Nanao," he said seriously, "you should at least tell us what you intend to do with this money."
"Hold a midsummer swimsuit appreciation party."
The entire barracks instantly fell silent.
Ikkaku frowned.
"Swimsuits?"
Renji looked at