The cafeteria hasn't changed much since the Aizen era; it's still near the church, and you can choose any food you want as long as you're working.
Shinigami having seized power for so many days, their influence hasn't reached the grassroots level. This is mainly because the higher-ups haven't decided which path to take, and can only barely maintain the system from Aizen's era to ensure that society doesn't collapse.
Once the cabinet is formed and various departments and civil servants begin to take root at the grassroots level in the District 26, this situation will change.
He planned to push forward the existing monetary system, abolish the current system of equal distribution of income, gradually shift men and women's work towards individual freedom of arrangement, and create a social atmosphere where more work equals more pay.
A system like Aizen's, which treats everyone equally, requires a strong sense of shared commitment to ensure everyone works hard, rather than just going through the motions and clocking out after eight hours.
Shinigami is seen as an evil figure by the residents and cannot unite their faith. If the policy is not changed, and there are still jobs and food to choose from, it will definitely breed a large group of bloodsucking lazybones.
Shiraishi sighed, shook his head, placed the plate on the table, and told himself not to think so much.
Don't let those busybodies influence you; outside of work hours, you should enjoy your delicious breakfast.
Annoying things can wait until I get to work.
Shiraishi picked up a slice of French bread, spread butter on it, added a lettuce leaf, then sandwiched a steak with sauce on top, covered it with lettuce, and picked up another slice of French bread.
If you ask him why he didn't just grab a hamburger, you can only say it's a matter of personal preference.
After completing the final step, he opened the orange juice tab, gulped down a large mouthful of room-temperature orange juice, and then contentedly picked up the French bread and steak, taking a bite.
The soft bread complements the beef and lettuce, along with the sweetness of the cream, instantly dispelling any worries in your mind.
He chewed slowly.
Someone approached. "Excuse me, Captain-Commander Shiraishi, may I sit here?"
The speaker had a calm voice, a stern face, and a slicked-back hairstyle. Most of his hair was white, except for the right side, which remained stubbornly black.
Shiraishi nodded and said, "Please sit down."
This person is none other than Genshirō Okikiba, who replaced Chōjirō Sasakibe Bejiro as vice-captain. He was originally the Third Seat of the First Division. Although his strength is not as good as Sasakibe's, he is fully qualified to be a vice-captain when it comes to handling affairs.
I helped him a lot yesterday.
Sorry to bother you.
Genshirō Okikiba lowered his head, holding his plate as he sat opposite him. His breakfast consisted of two sandwiches and a cocktail.
The colorful cocktails, held in crystal-clear stemmed glasses, exuded elegance.
It doesn't really go well with foods like sandwiches.
But how one chooses to eat breakfast is a matter of personal preference, Shiraishi didn't inquire, only expressing some surprise, "I thought someone like you wouldn't like drinking."
"Have a drink to perk yourself up"
Genshirō Okikiba smiled and then brought up the important business he had come for, " Captain-Commander Shiraishi, please forgive my bluntness regarding the work arrangements mentioned in the work group earlier."
What you did was somewhat inappropriate. You should have explained the rule of joint supervision by all three captains before Captain Kuchiki took on the task.
Speaking late might give the impression that Captain Kuchiki doesn't trust him.
Even if you don't trust him, don't let anyone see it.
"Uh, it was my oversight."
Shiraishi humbly accepted the criticism, looking helpless as he said, "I won't do it again next time."
Genshirō Okikiba, said nothing more, and began to enjoy his breakfast.
At first, he was unhurried, but as Shiraishi was about to finish eating, Genshirō Okikiba sped up and finished his breakfast at almost the same time, saying, "Regarding today's work arrangements, it's likely that we'll have to work beyond the time you just set. Please be prepared to work overtime."
Last night, I compiled the list of candidates selected by the team leaders and deputy team leaders, and there were 1,653 people willing to cooperate.
I have an interview coming up immediately, scheduled to end at 8:45. Afterwards, I'll head to the World of the Living to attend the founding ceremony of the Human Alliance. After lunch, I'll travel to the Wandenreich to meet with Haschwalth and Uryū Ishida to discuss establishing a base station.
Shiraishi frowned slightly as he listened to his plan and said, "Could we print out exam papers and let them take a written test first? Those who fail will become civil servants."
Qualified candidates will be interviewed, and senior civil servants and cabinet ministers will be appointed.
Genshirō Okikiba and said, "I'm afraid not. Such a specialized question—probably no one could give a passing answer."
"... Aizen really doesn't care about education at all."
Shiraishi sighed and decided he had no choice but to conduct the interviews himself and ask some questions.
The lowest-ranking civil servants don't need to be too smart; as long as they fulfill their duties as cogs in a machine, they can keep society running.
Ministers and senior civil servants are not enough; those in positions of power must possess vision and intelligence, and cannot simply follow the rules like their subordinates.
If that were the case, why would he need to conduct interviews? He might as well have Kisuke Urahara create a large number of robots, managed by a supercomputer, and input various laws and management methods into them.
If you encounter any problems, simply type them in and follow the solution provided by the supercomputer.
Such a regime is even colder than Aizen's, so it's naturally not feasible.
Shiraishi scratched his head and walked towards the interview room.
... The World of the Living is bustling with activity today.
Around six o'clock in the morning, many people had already gotten out of bed, eaten a hot breakfast, and started to gather outside the Steel Shell City.
The Human Alliance will be officially established at 9:00 AM today, and some citizens are vying for the best front-row seats.
For the past two days, they have been eating, drinking, and relieving themselves outside Jerusalem, refusing to move.
Even today, those tents have been dismantled, and the people inside have finally taken their places in the front row, while others pour out of the Steel Shell City and gather from all directions.
Union police were on site maintaining order to prevent any accidents.
"Onii-chan, it's all your fault for being too slow, otherwise we wouldn't have gotten a front-row seat!"
The Yuzu said angrily, then revealed her true intention, putting her hands on her hips and saying, "I don't care, you have to carry me to the heavens so you can see clearly."
"It's too conspicuous. There's a big screen on the city gate that can show Mr. Shiraishi and the others. You can just sit on my shoulders."
Ichigo Kurosaki shook his head.
If he were to stand in the sky now, he wouldn't be watched by millions, but by hundreds of millions of people. He didn't want to stand in the air under such a massive gaze.
With her hands in her pockets, Karin said casually, "If you really want to see it, wouldn't it have been better to have Inoue arrange it yesterday and watch it from the stage?"
"I don't want to!"
Yuzu refused outright; she could sense that the busty girl had ulterior motives towards her older brother.
The fact that she didn't cause any damage is already a testament to her patience.
She'd rather not be hugged by her older brother than spend more time alone with him and spend more time together.
"Shoulder to shoulder"
Yuzu abandoned her imagined princess carry and nimbly climbed onto Ichigo Kurosaki's shoulders, pressing down on his orange spiky hair, her short legs swinging happily. "Wow, so many people! It's such a shame Kūkaku- nee didn't come!"
She wasn't interested in large crowds.
Ichigo Kurosaki spoke, he lowered his head and asked, " Karin, do you want to come up?"
"I don't need it."
Karin shook her head, showing a hint of stubbornness.
Yuzu tucked one leg up, sat on Ichigo Kurosaki's left shoulder, and offered his right shoulder. " Karin, you come up too, so you can see better."
Karin was about to refuse when Ichigo Kurosaki bent down, lifted her up with one hand, and placed her on his right shoulder. "How could you possibly see the big screen from down there?"
"There's nothing much to see."
Karin was still talking, her eyes involuntarily looking forward.
I thought the Shinigami Festival was already crowded, but compared to today, it's nothing.
The people in the front row alone number at least a million.
At the front of the crowd was a retro-style city, with the same name engraved on the city gate in different languages.
Jerusalem.
Using the names of former holy sites in the present day can be seen as an ambition to restore their former glory.
Shiraishi's statue was placed in the city square, but people could still see it outside the city.
The reason is that it is too tall; the base alone is 100 meters high, and with the Shiraishi statue, the height reaches 208 meters.
People can look up from afar at the hero's imposing figure, drawing his sword as if to cleave the sky.
"What a big Brother Shiraishi!"
The Yuzu let out a sigh.
"Yes"
Ichigo Kurosaki, also looking at the giant statue. Despite its size, it didn't seem to resemble him at all.
It's not that there's a difference in appearance; even though this sculpture was created in just 48 hours, Shiraishi's facial features and figure are flawless.
What Ichigo Kurosaki as unfamiliar was that face—fanatical yet cold, devoid of anything but the passion for battle and the desire for victory.
Rather than saying it's carving out a piece of Shiraishi, it's more accurate to say it's carving out a fearless hero, an invincible god of war.
Ichigo Kurosaki couldn't believe that Shiraishi- san would have such an expression on his face.
When it comes to fighting, that person just looks at it with a disdainful expression.
However, sculpture creation only requires a lifelike appearance; the specific expression must conform to the public's impression.
In their eyes, only Shiraishi with this expression is the savior.
Not at all like it.
Ichigo Kurosaki revealed his true feelings.
Yuzu nodded and said, "Yes, Brother Shiraishi's expression seems much more approachable."
The people nearby asked in surprise, "Do you know Lord Shiraishi?"
"No way, you guys really met Lord Shiraishi?"
Another person became surprised.
"What kind of person is he? Does he exude an irresistible charm?"
"I've heard that a few words can make someone risk their life for you."
"If it were me, I'd be willing to say even a single word."
Oh no! Seeing their expressions, Ichigo Kurosaki used Shunpo to escape and avoid endless questioning.
"Ah, it's even farther now, a kilometer already, and we're still looking at the side screen."
The Yuzu frowned, then looked at the screen to the side. "Brother Shiraishi has appeared!"