The Unforgiven from Shinigami
Tenth Division.
Captain's Room.
Tōshirō Hitsugaya sat in the seat that should have been occupied by the captain, and began to process the documents handed to him from below.
The cicadas chirping loudly outside drowned out the rustling sound of the brush pen falling on the paper.
He wasn't paying attention, and his eyes kept sneaking glances to the side.
Rangiku Matsumoto sat perfectly still behind the vice-captain's desk.
That's strange.
Normally, at this time, he would already be lying on the sofa, taking out a drink and having a couple of sips, instead of twirling a pen and insisting on sitting in his seat, pretending to be dealing with paperwork.
This is unusual.
But this anomaly is a good thing. Tōshirō Hitsugaya can't ask anything, otherwise the other party will most likely not take the documents seriously in the future.
Rangiku Matsumoto rested her cheek on her left hand and twirled her brush with her right, the dry brush tip preventing ink from splattering everywhere.
She wasn't drinking right now; she was mainly thinking about how to stop Shiraishi even if he agreed.
This matter was Captain Unohana's wish, the specific reasons are unclear, but can outsiders really interfere so easily?
After thinking for a moment, she stopped twirling her pen, looked down at the documents on the table, and began to read them carefully.
This is called distributed thinking.
She has difficulty concentrating on thinking about something continuously.
It wasn't like this when I was a child. After joining the Shin'ō Academy, perhaps it was because I came into contact with people other than Yin.
This caused her scattered personality traits to gradually manifest outwardly, and she rarely concentrated on listening to the teacher's lessons outside of the Kidō.
She had suspected something was wrong with her, but after the tests conducted by the Fourth Division came back normal, she had to admit that this was probably just her personality.
Not suitable for work.
Rangiku Matsumoto yawned, put down her brush, sat down in her chair, crossed her arms, and stretched out her arms high in the air.
Smack
A hand suddenly patted my shoulder.
Without any warning or Reiatsu response, a hand seemed to emerge from the air.
"Whoa!" Rangiku Matsumoto was startled and almost fell off her chair. She quickly turned around. "Captain?! Haven't I told you countless times not to pat people on the back like that?! You almost scared me to death!"
Shiraishi stood behind him, wearing Captain's Haori), which wasn't tied up, revealing a black Shihakushō) underneath and a chitose-green lining. "Don't exaggerate. Before I filmed you, I filmed Hitsugaya. Look how calm he is."
Tōshirō Hitsugaya said expressionlessly, "Anyone who can use Shunpo to get behind me unnoticed can kill me in no time. Whether you're afraid or not is irrelevant."
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"I'm a girl."
"No, not at your age."
I'm a girl!
Rangiku Matsumoto repeated herself, her beautiful, jewel-like eyes radiating a terrifying killing intent, exuding an undeniable domineering Haki.
Shiraishi spread his hands and said, "Okay, you're a girl, a pretty girl."
The murderous intent in Rangiku Matsumoto's eyes lessened, and she realized, "Why did you come back?"
"I'm the acting team leader, after all; I need to come back to work occasionally."
As he spoke, Shiraishi walked to the sofa and lay down.
"Get your job done!" x2
Both Tōshirō Hitsugaya and Rangiku Matsumoto roared in defiance at this moment.
Shiraishi sat up, astonished, and said, "Isn't the captain's job to monitor your work?"
Rangiku Matsumoto stood up abruptly.
Shiraishi stopped joking and said seriously, "I'm really not being lazy, I just have no management experience, only experience being managed, so I can't help."
That's the truth.
Before and after his time travel, his experience of being managed far exceeded his experience of managing others.
The daily expenses and criminal cases involving fights and brawls are enough to give anyone a headache.
I have no interest in learning, and with my wildly written handwriting, outsiders simply can't understand it.
After thinking it over, he realized that lying down and not causing any trouble was actually helping the Tenth Division.
"It's alright." Rangiku Matsumoto smiled, showing no trace of her previous anger. "Your return is the best help you could receive. Would you like a drink?"
"Oh,
This is acceptable.
Shiraishi nodded, secretly on guard.
The saying goes, "Those who offer unsolicited kindness are either up to no good or are thieves. "Rangiku Matsumoto may have a beautiful smile, but she definitely has something to hide.
"..." Tōshirō Hitsugaya's blood pressure rose, and the veins on his forehead throbbed. In the end, he didn't say anything, silently lowered his head, and processed the documents.
Damn it, once he learns the Bankai, he'll definitely usurp the throne!
You can't take the salary of Third Seat captain while doing the work of a team leader.
He wrote furiously.
Rangiku Matsumoto skillfully retrieved the bottles of liquor hidden in the captain's room, both large and small, and took out two glasses. "Let's toast to the captain's return!"
"Cheers." Shiraishi poured himself a glass, clinked it with hers, and downed it in one gulp. "The wine is at room temperature; the flavor has faded somewhat."
" Hitsugaya ~ Please use Hyōrinmaru."
"No."
Tōshirō Hitsugaya interrupted her abruptly, saying, "Using the strongest ice-type Zanpakuto in Soul Society to make ice wine? How could she even think of that?"
"I got yelled at."
"Of course. By the way, you invited me for a drink, is there something you need my help with?"
Shiraishi poured himself another cup and casually asked a question.
"Hehe." Rangiku Matsumoto chuckled, deciding not to say anything. These kinds of things only show sincerity when the person involved asks in person. "I'm treating you to a drink; I absolutely have no bad intentions. Don't overthink it. Come on, let's have another drink."
Her goal was to get Shiraishi slightly drunk, in which case the chances of him refusing would be greatly reduced.
"Is that so? That's good." Shiraishi didn't ask any further questions; the fox's tail would eventually be revealed.
The two of them took turns drinking, slowly sipping their drinks.
The sunlight streaming through the window frame was intense.
When it was time to leave work, Tōshirō Hitsugaya finished processing all the documents, put down his brush, and walked out.
Shiraishi called out, " Hitsugaya, want to join us for a drink?"
Rangiku Matsumoto argued vehemently, "Captain, kids can't drink."
"I'm not a brat, nor am I a drunkard. You guys drink."
Tōshirō Hitsugaya opened the door and headed towards the crew's mess hall.
The two continued drinking.
Shiraishi started to feel a little dizzy and leaned back on the sofa. "I'll go buy some snacks to go with my drinks."
"It's alright, I've already had someone buy it."
Rangiku Matsumoto answered with a smile.
Shiraishi asked thoughtfully, "Who is it?"
You'll find out soon enough.
Another half hour passed, Shiraishi's face turned red. She glanced outside and said, "So it's Isane. Your wait is a bit long."
Rangiku Matsumoto praised, "The captain's Spiritual Sense is truly sharp."
What are you guys up to?
Shiraishi looked puzzled.
She insisted, "It's better for the person involved to say this."
The door to the captain's room was pushed open.
Isane Kotetsu entered carrying two food boxes, placed them on the table, and immediately performed a dogeza (a deep, prostrate kowtow), pleading, " Captain Shiraishi, please save Captain Unohana!"
"?" Shiraishi sat there, bewildered, looking at Isane Kotetsu, whose head was touching the ground, then glancing at the person opposite him. "What exactly happened?"