The Unforgiven from Shinigami
Tenth Division, barracks.
Shiraishi arrived at the barracks under the watchful gaze of Rangiku Matsumoto, who was practically escorting a prisoner.
They clearly said they wouldn't run away, but trust between people has truly vanished.
He sighed inwardly and stepped into the sunlit courtyard. Bluestone paved the ground, and a group of soldiers dressed in black Shihakushō stood side by side.
There are more men than women.
Some people were sweating profusely, clearly from being in the sun for too long.
No wonder Rangiku Matsumoto was so eager for him to come back; it turns out everyone was waiting here.
"Sorry I'm late. Let me briefly introduce myself. My name is Shiraishi. I'm not really interested in management, so please don't be so formal. Just do what you always do."
He walked up to the crowd, said something casually, and then turned and went back into the house.
Such a posture and tone, and an ominous premonition enveloped Tōshirō Hitsugaya's heart, chilling his heart that was already agitated by the sunlight.
" Hitsugaya, the Third Seat!" someone nearby shouted. "Can we call it a day?"
"Yes, work continues as usual."
Tōshirō Hitsugaya gave the order and quickened his pace to catch up.
Captain's Room.
Shiraishi looked around, very much in the style of Seireitei. Judging from this space, it covers at least 180 square meters.
The furnishings are very simple.
The sofas and low tables for entertaining guests, the desks and chairs for the office, the counter—the only items that could be considered decorative were two large vases filled with chrysanthemums.
Shiraishi walked to the main table where the captain was, where there was a sleeveless Captain's Haori and Shihakushō, clearly prepared for him.
" Captain Shiraishi, I am Tōshirō Hitsugaya, the Third Seat of the Tenth Division. These documents on the table are for your processing."
Tōshirō Hitsugaya continues to resist his cruel fate.
Shiraishi turned around, a broad smile on his face, and said, "Alright, no need for that. I believe in your abilities."
Rangiku Matsumoto, hands on her hips, said, "Hey, you're the captain, you should be handling all the affairs of the Tenth Division."
"Then I will issue the first captain's order: from now on, all female team members must wear miniskirts, absolutely no skirts covering the knees, and the upper body must also be covered."
Before Shiraishi could finish speaking, he was immediately met with icy gazes, not one, but two.
The boy clearly couldn't understand the benefits being fought for for men; he only felt that this new captain was even more lecherous than the previous one.
The thought that this world relies on such an adult to stay afloat is unbearable.
Tōshirō Hitsugaya was filled with sorrow.
"Stop talking nonsense! The Shihakushō is a uniform prescribed by the Captain-Commander; it can't be changed!"
"Nonsense, Nemu is a miniskirt."
"The vice-captain has special privileges."
Rangiku Matsumoto explained that ordinary Seated Officer are not qualified to modify their Shihakushō; only vice-captains and Captain-level can make slight modifications to Shihakushō Shinigami.
For example, in addition to her Shihakushō, she can also tie a pink scarf around her neck and wear a necklace with silver rings.
Ordinary members can only Shihakushō Zanpakuto and a Zanpakuto, with straw sandals on their feet.
"Tsk," Shiraishi had no choice but to abandon the miniskirt modification plan. He reached for the documents on the table and said with a serious expression, " Third Seat Hitsugaya, as the captain, I order you to get these documents sorted out. This should be within my authorized scope."
Rangiku Matsumoto retorted, "Why do you even want to be the acting captain?"
When this matter was brought up, Shiraishi was also full of complaints, "My original plan was to serve as the acting captain of the Thirteenth Division."
At the time, Ukitake begged me to join him, saying that I could do it if I wanted, or leave if I didn't, and that I didn't have to worry about anything except fighting.
Tell me, with these conditions, who wouldn't want to give it a try?
"I see."
Rangiku Matsumoto instantly understood his thoughts and why she added the word "acting" in front of the captain. " Hitsugaya, you need to prove me right and learn Bankai as soon as possible!"
"That's right, if you don't work hard when you're young, you'll regret it when you're old. I'll train you hard in the future."
Shiraishi crossed his arms in agreement.
Those two guys!
Tōshirō Hitsugaya's forehead veins were bulging slightly; he felt that if he continued working here, he would eventually be driven to his death by anger.
" Rangiku, do you have any sake?" "Oh, of course, you wait here."
Rangiku Matsumoto expertly pulled out eight bottles of sake from various places in the captain's room, and said with a bright smile, "Let's celebrate properly today, and this plate of peanuts will be our snack."
No, it's your beautiful smile.
"Haha, I haven't heard such an old-fashioned thing in ages."
She laughed so hard her body trembled, her breasts heaving.
Shiraishi was blinded by the light and didn't notice the pair of eyes that gleamed with a silver light beneath her smile—the eyes of a hunter.
She is hailed as an invincible heroine when it comes to drinking.
Every year, countless Shinigami collapse at her drinking table and are sent to the Fourth Division for stomach pumping.
Let's drink to our hearts' content.
"Cheers!"
"..." Tōshirō Hitsugaya felt tired. Destroy this filthy adult world.
She had thought the acting captain was her savior, someone who could help keep Rangiku Matsumoto in check, but he turned out to be a jinx.
He ended up doing the same job as before, but felt like he was being exploited twice as much.
I can't refuse to do it.
Tōshirō Hitsugaya's inherent sense of responsibility compels him to stay at his post, after all, he is the Third Seat.
If the captain and vice-captain are both unreliable, and the Third Seat is also unreliable, the Tenth Division cannot function.
He began to bury himself in official duties.
The two drank heartily, their conversation drifting further and further off-topic, until finally they put their arms around each other's shoulders and shouted, "Work? Bah, to hell with work!"
"That's right! What decent person likes to work!"
"You two drunkards, stop your drunken rampage! If you're not going to work, get out of here!"
Tōshirō Hitsugaya exploded. He was working hard here, and instead of helping, the two of them were making sarcastic remarks.
" Hitsugaya, don't be angry." "Yeah, we were just saying it casually. Actually, in my heart, long live the workers! Workers are the most glorious, waah!"
Shiraishi couldn't hold it in and spat on the ground.
Rangiku Matsumoto quickly dodged, her face flushed, and said, "You're useless. You brag about being able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, and this is only a few bottles."
"Just kidding, I'm super strong, you just wait, I'm going to buy more!"
With a flushed face, Shiraishi shouted something and disappeared from the house using the Steel Tempest.
"Uh," Rangiku Matsumoto said, her voice tinged with worry, "He should be alright when he's drunk, right?"
"That would be best, otherwise all the damage he causes will be deducted from your salary."
Rangiku Matsumoto glared at her and said, "Why are you deducting my salary?"
"With his abilities, if he really got drunk and caused trouble, could the captain's salary alone afford to pay for it? Naturally, you, the vice-captain, would have to share the burden."
Tōshirō Hitsugaya answered expressionlessly.
Rangiku Matsumoto clutched the silver ring around her neck with both hands, silently praying that Shiraishi's drinking habits would improve.