Early in the morning, after apologizing to
A sowhat weary voice echoed through the room.
Masatsuki Aozaki lay sprawled in the middle of the bed, nestled between two figures, still able to hear their heavy breathing beside him.
Despite that, he looked refreshed—his complexion glowing, his entire being exuding a sense of satisfaction. As he slowly sat up, shaking his head slightly, he seed like soone thoroughly rejuvenated.
And truthfully, he was.
A delightful night had left him invigorated, as if he had just consud a Senzu Bean, bringing his body to its peak condition.
Masatsuki Aozaki scratched his head.
"I see... It's that ti again, huh? The 11th Division is about to welco new blood."
nodded lightly.
"That's right. Gin told when I went to the 11th Division to find you."
"The induction is set for early next month. The graduates of Shin'ō Academy will be notified in a few days."
"Rukia will probably ntion it to you then."
"Speaking of which, Aura went off to assist Kisuke and Mayuri. So, where are Rukia-chan and Nemu-chan planning to go this ti?"
Yoruichi Shihōin reached out, wrapping an arm around Masatsuki Aozaki's, a teasing smile playing on her lips.
"Soone raised those girls from childhood—wouldn't he want them to stay by his side?"
She chuckled as she asked.
Masatsuki Aozaki gave a small smile and replied,
"Ah... I'm not that controlling, alright?"
He waved a hand dismissively.
"I'm not about to dictate which squad they should join. Let them decide for themselves."
However, his response didn't seem to convince anyone. Yoruichi eyed him skeptically.
"Really?"
Then she added,
"Or is it that after raising them for so many years, you're just confident they'll co back to you anyway?"
"Though you've built a strong bond with them, don't forget—Nemu's 'official' father is still that weirdo."
"Who knows? He might pull so strings and snatch her away from you."
"He wouldn't dare!" Masatsuki Aozaki raised an eyebrow. "If he tries anything, I'll make sure he doesn't have any hands left to pull strings with."
"Yes, yes, Masatsuki-sama, you're the strongest!"
Yoruichi playfully shook his arm, grinning mischievously.
Her expression was one of pure amusent, as if she were humorously indulging a child.
watching from the side, couldn't help but feel a sense of exasperation.
These two...
They had a habit of acting like children every now and then, making it both amusing and frustrating.
And sotis, they both acted like children at the sa ti—those were the monts usually ended up suffering the most.
Then again... holding Yoruichi-sama like a child wasn't such a bad feeling...
...
Just as Masatsuki Aozaki and Yoruichi Shihōin were about to start another one of their playful scuffles,
quickly interjected,
"There's one more thing. Lieutenant Marenoshin asked to pass this on to you..."
She rummaged through the pile of clothes beside her, searching for sothing.
Masatsuki Aozaki glanced at her, puzzled.
A mont later, finally found what she was looking for and handed it over.
It was a poster—with an image of Masatsuki Aozaki's in-ga character printed on it.
Yoruichi's eyes lit up in surprise.
"Wait... Is Marenoshin into Final Fantasy too?"
"Looks like I'll have to set aside so ti to play with him online. I'm calling dibs on Masatsuki!"
"Then I'll play as Tifa, and can be Aerith," Masatsuki Aozaki added.
rolled her eyes at the two of them, then turned to Masatsuki Aozaki with an irritated look.
"It's not for him. His daughter wants your autograph."
Ōmaeda was infamous for spoiling his youngest daughter—everyone knew it.
Apparently, Marenoshin was set to retire this year, and his eldest son, Marechiyo Ōmaeda, would be taking his place.
And yet, even on the verge of retirent, he was still handing out odd requests like this.
Seriously, what a hassle.
"...Huh."
Masatsuki Aozaki had been in this world for so long that his mories were a bit fuzzy—he barely had any recollection of Ōmaeda's youngest daughter.
"Na your price," said with a dramatic wave of her hand, her tone bold and generous—
As if she were the one paying.
"Bring a pen."
Masatsuki Aozaki's gaze darkened slightly. He didn't hesitate for a second.
...
Ti passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, a month had gone by.
More than a hundred young n and won, clad in the uniforms of Shin'ō Academy, stood in a long line outside the 11th Division's quarters, brimming with excitent.
Their faces radiated youthful energy and anticipation for the future, their eyes filled with eager expectation. So whispered among themselves, while others cast glances toward the eting room nearby, as if awaiting the beginning of a grand ceremony.
Today was a defining mont for these graduates—The day they officially beca Shinigami and were assigned to a squad.
The selection process would last about five days.
Graduating from Shin'ō Academy ant they had earned the qualifications to beco Shinigami. However, this was a two-way selection. If they failed to secure a spot in their preferred division within the given tifra, they would ultimately be assigned elsewhere by the 1st Division's administration.
It was worth noting that this year, over half of the graduates had applied for the 11th Division—
All because of Masatsuki Aozaki.
His na carried weight within the Gotei 13, a reputation so widespread that even the academy students were well-acquainted with him.
After all, student life was the golden era of gaming.
For Shin'ō Academy students—who enjoyed freedom in their studies comparable to university students in the World of the Living—the three most important things were simple: eating, sleeping, and playing gas.
Attending classes? That could always wait.
Anyone who had played the 12th Division's ga series would instantly recognize Masatsuki Aozaki.
Naturally, many students had chosen to apply for the 11th Division, eager to join the squad associated with such a well-known figure.
Of course, Master Yamamoto would never allow all 100 graduates to flood into a single division.
An overly stacked division, while powerful, would weaken the overall balance of the Gotei 13. That would not be tolerated.
Thus, despite the overwhelming number of applicants, the 11th Division could only accept fifteen new recruits.
Typically, the selection process was handled by Lieutenants or high-ranking seated officers. These experienced individuals had keen judgnt, capable of identifying the most exceptional candidates among the many hopefuls.
Occasionally, a prodigy would erge—a student whose talent and reputation were so outstanding that captains took direct notice.
If such a match was made, there was no need for an interview. The decision would be made instantly.
However, Masatsuki Aozaki was different.
Regardless of whether a prodigy applied, he insisted on personally overseeing the 11th Division's recruitnt each year.
His dedication had earned him repeated praise from Yamamoto, who often took the opportunity to tease a certain lazy senior in front of the other captains.
Faced with his Master's jabs, Shunsui Kyōraku had once lost his temper—briefly.
But in the end, he could only hold back his frustration and drown his sorrows in sake after the eting.
And yet, the following year, he remained completely unchanged, continuing his carefree ways as if nothing had happened.
Masatsuki Aozaki had his suspicions.
His senpai likely used this as an excuse to drag him and Jūshirō Ukitake out for a drinking spree.
Then, after claiming he was too drunk to function, he would conveniently take a few extra days off to slack off.
The real victim in all this? Lisa Yadōmaru.
That poor, straightforward, and kind-hearted woman.
As a Lieutenant, when her Captain slacked off, her workload skyrocketed.
Truly, she had the worst luck.
Masatsuki Aozaki let out a deep sigh.
While feeling sorry for his wife, he considered whether he should visit Lisa's dorm tonight—
Or better yet, just bring her ho and help her relax.
...
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