The Unforgiven from Shinigami
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A report was slammed heavily onto the table.
Soi Fon crossed her arms and pressed them against her slightly pointed chin, her large, cat-like eyes gazing at the tall figure in front of her.
Under such scrutiny, the man broke out in a cold sweat, his shoulders hunching as he tried to minimize his presence.
" Ōmaeda," she said softly.
"Hi."
Marechiyo Ōmaeda responded loudly, afraid that her voice would be too soft and she would be scolded.
Why are you shouting so loudly? I'm not deaf.
Soi Fon Fon's face immediately darkened, her eyes sharpening as they transformed from cat-like eyes into the gaze of a tiger eyeing its prey—a tiger that hadn't eaten for three days. "Do you think this report is acceptable to submit?"
Marechiyo Ōmaeda swallowed hard and said weakly, "No."
"Then why did you hand it in?!"
The sudden rise in tone made his heart skip a beat, and he quickly corrected himself, saying, "Yes, yes."
"There are rumors circulating about the Gold Seal Unit. What are these rumors? Are they true? Who are they related to? None of this has been investigated. How dare you hand them over to me!"
Soi Fon clapped her hands together, and golden Reiatsu erupted from her petite body, filling the captain's room.
"Uh, I'll investigate right away."
Marechiyo Ōmaeda turned and walked towards the door, her heart pounding, afraid of hearing the word "Stop."
Thankfully, Soi Fon didn't shout. Watching his tall figure leave, she rubbed her temples and sighed once again, wondering why her vice-captain was such a piece of trash.
The chosen person has already been selected, and the food and barracks for the Second Division are all funded by the Ōmaeda Clan.
Eliminating existing benefits would be detrimental to the stability of Stealth Force.
Soi Fon shook off her worries and picked up the meeting application form on the table. "Manager of the Purgatory Trading Company, Marechiyo Ōmaeda."
That idiot, he used my meeting to do someone else's favor again.
She grumbled, but didn't refuse; after all, she was beholden to his generosity. She called out, "Let Yūta Ishiyama come in to see me."
"Yes."
A loud response came from outside the door.
Soi Fon leaned back, the cicadas chirping incessantly outside the window.
It's already August, and the cicadas are still chirping incessantly.
That guy left Seireitei on July 16th, and now it's August 9th, almost 24 days.
She didn't really care.
It doesn't matter whether that kind of person comes back or not, but as a team leader, or even an acting team leader, it's unacceptable for him to be absent from work for such a long time.
Take responsibility for her!
Just then, a knock on the door interrupted Soi Fon's thoughts. "Come in."
A man dressed in a kimono entered the captain's office. He wore glasses and had naturally curly silver hair. "Hello, Captain Soi Fon. I am Yūta Ishiyama, one of the managers of the Purgatory Trading Company. It's a pleasure to meet you. This is a small gift."
Yūta Ishiyama placed the packaged bag on the table, his face beaming with a sincere smile, and said, "These are some snacks from Nagoya. Please don't find them offensive."
Sweets in Nagoya aren't cheap.
Soi Fon's tone was somewhat distant as she asked, "Just say what's on your mind. I'm about to leave work."
Yūta Ishiyama took out a handkerchief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with a smile, "Actually, the Chamber of Commerce wants to launch a brand new calendar this time, with the heroes who protect Seireitei as the background."
"Boring."
Soi Fon immediately gave her evaluation.
She felt a deep disgust for these men from the chamber of commerce.
They keep saying it's to make people remember the heroes of the Gotei 14.
They proposed printing the captains' images on clothing, launching matching teacups and calligraphy brushes, and even considering making doll pendants featuring famous Seated Officer and captains of the Gotei 13.
Their real purpose is to make money.
She doesn't object to the team members spending money.
But it's really not worth spending money on something that's completely meaningless.
Soi Fon will never forget how she saved up for half a year just to buy a mug with Lady Yoruichi's picture on it.
It's said that I personally used it.
The price is 44,500 rings.
At that time, her monthly salary was only five thousand rings.
These unscrupulous merchants!
Soi Fon's expression darkened as she said, "If there's nothing else, you can go back now."
Yūta Ishiyama continued with a sincere smile, "Please don't rush to refuse. Half of the net profit from this calendar will be given to you directly."
If you do not wish to use this income, you may donate it to the Seireitei Greening Protection Center or the Shinigami Disability Security Bureau.
Captain Aizen of the Fifth Division, Lieutenant Hinamori, Lieutenant Matsumoto of the Tenth Division, Third Seat Hitsugaya, Captain Ukitake of the Thirteenth Division, Captain Tōsen of the Ninth Division, Lieutenant Hisagi, and Lieutenant Kurotsuchi of the Twelfth Division all agreed to join the Calendar Project.
The others were fine, but upon hearing that Nemu Kurotsuchi was involved, Soi Fon hesitated, thinking, "If Nemu Kurotsuchi is on the calendar background and I'm not, wouldn't I be putting myself in a inferior position?"
No, if sales weren't as good as Nemu Kurotsuchi's, it's impossible; she would definitely win!
Soi Fon was very confident in herself and changed her mind, saying, "Alright, I agree to your request."
"Thank you for the authorization, Captain Soi Fon. We will print out the calendar for you to review as soon as possible."
Yūta Ishiyama bowed deeply, feeling a sense of smug satisfaction. The Gotei 13 was corrupt from top to bottom.
With just a few connections, a little money, and a suitable excuse, one can easily gain access to the Stealth Force base and learn about its terrain and defenses.
He originally thought the task assigned by the Lord Tendō would be difficult to accomplish, but now he realizes that he overestimated the Shinigami.
Let these fools sleep forever in complete ignorance.
"Hmm." Soi Fon nodded slightly, not wanting to continue the conversation, and waved to indicate that the guest was leaving.
"Then I'll take my leave." Yūta Ishiyama raised his head, a smile on his face, turned around, and walked towards the door, not forgetting to gently close it.
Soi Fon frowned slightly; he was truly a man radiating the false air of a businessman.
Never mind, she didn't pay much attention. UU continued reading her book and dealing with official business until five o'clock in the afternoon.
It's time to leave work.
Soi Fon stretched in her chair, leaned back comfortably, placed the completed documents on the corner of the table, then stood on tiptoe, grabbed Nagoya sweets with both hands, and placed them on the table.
It would be a waste not to eat it.
She took out the pastries from inside, unwrapped them, and found they were honey dorayaki!
This is her favorite.
Ōmaeda does occasionally do some good deeds.
She sat back down at the table, propped her feet up on the Ikkaku the desk, opened the second drawer with her right hand, and took out a book on the theory of Hakuda.
After get off work, she would study how to make herself stronger.
Recently, she had an idea in mind, but it lacked theoretical support, so she needed to read many books to verify whether the idea was feasible.
She didn't want to always be saved by Shiraishi.
"Hmm," Soi Fon took a bite of the honey dorayaki, propped the book up on her lap, glanced at the words on it, turned to the next page after reading, and took another bite.
Perhaps it was the abundance of sugar, or perhaps it was the reward for her past efforts, but her previously chaotic theories suddenly came together, possessing the potential to verify whether her line of thinking was correct.