The Shinigami the Unforgiven Chapter 204: Guard Mission The next day, at 7:00 AM.
The azure sky was like a mirror, cicadas chirped outside the window, Shiraishi lay lazily on the sofa in the captain's office, beginning a new day's work.
To be fair, the working hours of the Gotei 13 are quite reasonable; aside from a two-hour break, they work eight hours a day.
I get off work from 7 a. m. to 5 p. m., and only occasionally, in case of unforeseen circumstances, do I need to be on call 24/7.
But Shiraishi still had no interest in work.
"Just lying in bed first thing in the morning," Tōshirō Hitsugaya muttered as he pushed open the door, resigned to his fate.
Good morning, Hitsugaya.
Shiraishi raised his hand to greet them without hesitation, then glanced behind him, asking with a puzzled look, "Where's Matsumoto?"
"Don't come that early."
Tōshirō Hitsugaya replied casually that the working hours stipulated by the Seireitei were for ordinary soldiers and low- Seated Officer.
If high-ranking Seated Officer like the deputy captain or the Third Seat are irresponsible and prefer flexible work arrangements, they are very difficult to control.
Especially when the team leader takes the lead in slacking off, whether one is diligent or not depends entirely on their sense of responsibility.
Tōshirō Hitsugaya is a very responsible person.
He was raised by his grandmother from a young age, and was instilled with the concept that one should be responsible and not slack off at work, which is why he was always manipulated by the team leader and deputy team leader.
"It's alright. When you take over as the Tenth Division, you can teach her a lesson for her laziness."
At this moment, Shiraishi resembles one of those bosses who make grand promises to their employees. "I believe you can do it."
Are you underestimating me? Compared to you, I'm far inferior; I can still recognize that fact.
Tōshirō Hitsugaya rolled his eyes. His Bankai training was going smoothly, but he wasn't so arrogant as to think he could surpass Shiraishi just by learning Bankai.
The gap in their respective strengths still exists.
Of course, he is confident that he can catch up.
Tōshirō Hitsugaya walked to his desk, awaiting the large amount of approval work that was about to begin.
Shiraishi smiled. It wasn't bad to be seen as someone else's role model. "Keep it up. Maybe in three or four hundred years, there will be hope."
"You're just mocking me. Go back to sleep."
Tōshirō Hitsugaya was unmoved.
"Alright, I won't say anything more." Shiraishi lay back down, closed his eyes, entered his mental world, and began training for his Bankai.
Almost there.
That's the feeling I get from Shiraishi.
They could have easily defeated Infinity with just a little more effort, but they couldn't bring themselves to do it.
That feeling of wanting to do something but being powerless is frustrating.
Shiraishi opened his eyes, stared at the ceiling, paused for a moment, then rolled over, slowly got up from the sofa, and poured himself a cup of tea.
The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the cicadas were chirping loudly.
Rangiku Matsumoto was fast asleep, slumped over the table.
Tōshirō Hitsugaya was completely hidden by the pile of documents; he was not even visible, and the only sound was the soft scratching of a brush on the paper.
Shiraishi took a sip of tea.
The tea was cold and a bit bitter; it seemed to be leftovers from last night.
He was thirsty, but didn't mind drinking so much, finishing it all in one gulp, and asked, " Hitsugaya, where can I get some tea?"
"The hall outside the door." A boy's clear, cold voice came from behind the tall pile of papers.
Shiraishi picked up the teapot, went to the outer hall to pour a pot of tea for the day, returned to the captain's room, and, having nothing to do, continued to lie on the sofa, recalling the scene of fighting with Infinity.
Think about how to give it a push.
After an unknown amount of time, Tōshirō Hitsugaya called out, "Captain, are you still awake?"
"Um."
Shiraishi snapped out of his daze and jumped up from the sofa, asking, "Is there something you need?"
Tōshirō Hitsugaya holds up a piece of paper. "Here's a guard request. Could you please make the trip?"
Shiraishi walked over and asked, "Who's making such a big fuss that they need me to personally escort them?"
He reached out and took the escort application form. "The initiator is Nayura Amakado. Judging from that name, she must be a lovely young lady. It seems I have no choice but to act as her protector."
Tōshirō Hitsugaya said with a serious expression, "Don't underestimate her. After the death of the Central 46 Chambers, she became the chief librarian in charge of the Great Spirit Book Gallery. When the Central 46 Chambers is re-established, she will definitely have a place."
"More importantly, her Ryū Amakado, was arrested by the Second Division yesterday for treason, and she wanted to visit him today."
Tōshirō Hitsugaya's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a cold tone, "She probably knows her identity is sensitive, which is why she requested protection from our Tenth Division."
Shiraishi asked with some surprise, "Is this also within our scope of work?"
Tōshirō Hitsugaya nodded and said, "We are responsible for security within the Seireitei. In other words, anything that might threaten the peace of the Seireitei falls under our jurisdiction."
"Can't Matsumoto be sent as the guard?"
The time when Shiraishi saw the guards was not now, but at noon.
This time, he clashed with the supplier of the contraband.
Tōshirō Hitsugaya shook his head and said, "Considering the situation within the palace, I suggest you escort her yourself. Neither Matsumoto nor I are strong enough to guarantee her safety 100%."
"There's nothing I can do," Shiraishi muttered, walking over to the vice-captain's desk, tapping it on the surface, and shouting, " Matsumoto, wake up!"
Tōshirō Hitsugaya said, "It's no use. That guy usually can't be woken up when he's hungover. Just tell me what you need me to do."
Shiraishi didn't give up, and said leisurely, " Matsumoto, if you don't get up soon, don't blame me for reaching out and weighing your chest."
"Ugh, damn it."
Unable to continue pretending to be asleep, Rangiku Matsumoto slightly raised her head and asked, "What is it?"
"You're awake?!"
Tōshirō Hitsugaya was utterly shocked; he used to be able to wake up no matter how much he shouted or banged on his desk.
"Hehe, I didn't drink enough yesterday."
Rangiku Matsumoto tries her best to salvage her hangover-prone nature, which prevents her from being woken up.
Shiraishi bent down and whispered in his ear, "At noon, there will be a supplier of contraband at Blue Stream Gate in the east. Deliver those goods to the Research and Development Institute and give them to someone named Hiyosu, or to Nemu. She knows how to handle them."
Rangiku Matsumoto's eyes narrowed. "Is this related to the perfume you mentioned?"
Shiraishi nodded and said, "Mm."
Rangiku Matsumoto frowned and asked, "Do you really think it will work?"
"Rest assured, I have a brilliant plan, but the time is not yet ripe, and the secrets of heaven must not be revealed."
Shiraishi patted her on the shoulder, "Go on."
"Alright, I hope your brilliant plan works." Rangiku Matsumoto stood up. With her Shunpo, if she didn't set off for the Blue Stream Gate soon, she might miss the appointed time.
Shiraishi continued to lie back on the sofa. There was still some time before midnight. With his speed of Steel Tempest, he could leave at the last minute without any problem. There was no need to go out so early to sunbathe.
Tōshirō Hitsugaya didn't urge him, and continued working on the documents with his head down.