The truly important things are often expressed to the world in very simple ways, such as eating and drinking—very simple things, yet facts that no one can ignore.
The same applies to work.
Some people think that working in the First Division is a prestigious job.
The head of the Gotei 13, the only department that combines military and political affairs, and those who can join are all elites.
Ichigo Kurosaki truly got involved, he realized that there was no difference between working here and working outside. Those important things, once engraved on paper, would lose their magic and become just routine tasks to be done day after day.
The overwhelming sea of words and data drowns out all emotions, and after a month, it basically wears down one's sharp edges.
After finishing his work for the day, Ichigo Kurosaki stretched and yawned. At five o'clock sharp, he left work on time and began his leisurely life.
Before he had a job, he couldn't understand how pleasant the words "getting off work" were. The moment he saw these words, he felt his pores expand outwards.
He picked up the documents from the table, walked to the office, and opened the door without knocking.
It wasn't that he was being impolite because of our close relationship; it was just that there was a little princess inside, and he was afraid that knocking would disturb her sleep.
The door opened silently. He was holding the documents when he discovered that the little rascal had woken up and was perched on someone's head, squeaking and scratching at his black hair.
The baby changed a lot. In just one month, the wrinkled little girl transformed from an ugly duckling into a swan. Everyone who saw her would say, "What a beautiful baby!"
Her skin was as white as snow, her large eyes were clear and bright, her hair was very sparse, and she always had an angelic smile on her face.
Shiraishi let the guy who was riding Shiraishi over him run wild, and said, " Ichigo, is your job done?"
"Um."
Ichigo Kurosaki placed the documents on his desk. " Little Hakuhō looks very energetic today."
"How could I not be energetic? It's Friday."
Shiraishi looked helpless. His daughter was adorable, even more adorable than an angel, but her ability to cause trouble was truly remarkable. She often slept during the day and became full of energy at night, wanting someone to play with her.
If she doesn't play, she cries, and her cries are so loud they can be heard three blocks away.
Shiraishi could only spend every day playing with this little tyrant.
Retsu Unohana is alright; she only gets bothered by this little devil one day a week. But it's different for him; he gets bothered every day and has to be taken everywhere he goes.
There was no other way; without Hakuhō, the others wouldn't even let him through the door.
If you bring Hakuhō along, you basically won't be able to sleep at night; you'll have to obediently play with her all night.
Why am I especially excited on Fridays?
Ichigo Kurosaki didn't quite understand the reason.
Shiraishi reached out and caught the falling Hakuhō. She giggled, completely unaware of the consequences of her fall, her little hands still tugging at the Captain's Haori. "Friday is the Nemu belt."
For the other Shinigami, the Research and Development Institute was a terrifying place they would forbid going to unless absolutely necessary.
For Hakuhō, it was a mysterious adventure Paradise, and she loved climbing around in that place where things would pop up from time to time.
Shiraishi was in a dilemma. He didn't want his daughter to go to such a dangerous place, but Nemu had taken Hakuhō there once before.
Every Friday, Hakuhō couldn't wait to go to the Research and Development Institute. If she didn't go on time, she would burst into tears.
No one could stop her from crying.
"This little guy is a real headache."
Shiraishi poked her chubby cheek with his finger, and she giggled, grabbing his finger with her little hand instead. She looked so adorable that it could erase any displeasure. "My little darling."
He kissed his forehead and raised it high.
Ichigo Kurosaki chuckled, "I think Mr. Shiraishi is enjoying himself."
"Because she's my daughter."
Shiraishi replied that all that trouble was nothing compared to Hakuhō's smile.
Playing with her was genuinely fun, but work was exhausting. " Ichigo, you need to keep working hard and share the burden with me."
Ichigo Kurosaki dodged instantly.
"That brat," Shiraishi muttered, feeling that he had become a seasoned veteran in the workplace, slipping away at the mention of increasing his workload.
"Eek." Hakuhō started pulling his hair again, making sounds that only she could understand.
Shiraishi stood up and said, "Okay, let's go to the Research and Development Institute now."
Research and Development Institute.
There is no such thing as a 9-to-5 job here. It's a hub for technical personnel, and when they get busy with research, they often don't have a moment to rest for two or three months.
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For them, time is probably about studying when it begins and when it ends.
However, they now have an extra time to calculate.
Beep beep beep, the alarm sounds here, and all researchers stop what they are doing.
"Quick, that guy's coming." "Damn it, it's that day again." "I thought Yachiru returned to Captain Zaraki's Zanpakuto, the Research and Development Institute would finally calm down." "Stop complaining, just stop those dangerous traps and switch to child mode."
With a series of keystrokes, the Research and Development Institute's defense system began to switch.
"Yay!" A cute cry echoed through the hall like a death knell.
Akon's face darkened; a demon king, more troublesome and helpless than any enemy, had descended.
"Honestly, can't you control this little girl?"
The only person in the entire Research and Development Institute who dared to complain to Shiraishi was Mayuri Kurotsuchi.
He entered the hall dressed in a shimmering, sunflower-like outfit, his face almost entirely blackened with several white streaks, and his tone extremely impatient, "Every time you force me to interrupt my research, my Research and Development Institute isn't a kindergarten."
"Oh, yes."
Hakuhō quickly stretched out her two chubby little hands, wanting her grandfather to hold her.
Mayuri Kurotsuchi still took Hakuhō from her hand, saying, "Don't grow up to be a woman like this."
Shiraishi Kaidō irritably, "Shut up, stop instilling those bad ideas in my daughter."
Besides, it's all because you turned the Research and Development Institute into an amusement Paradise that Little Hō likes to come here."
I don't understand what you're saying.
Mayuri Kurotsuchi casually replied, lifting Hakuhō high in the air and bobbing her up and down a few times, which made her laugh very happily.
He couldn't understand what was so exciting about such a simple action. He put his hand down on Hakuhō, letting this person who was taking unnecessary risks at the Research and Development Institute, and said, "You've come at the right time. There's something I want to tell you."
Shiraishi replied, "What is it?"
"According to reliable intelligence, those Quincy are secretly researching how to steal the Bankai from Shinigami."
Shiraishi wasn't surprised and asked, "Can you get the specific data?"
Mayuri Kurotsuchi stroked his chin and said, "I want to transmit Perception Threads to Silbern to monitor them."