In Soul Society, love and bond begin

Looking at Makoto's guilty look, Unohana Yachiru simply chuckled, and didn't seem to care as much as he had imagined.

After all, I am the one who is always winning.

After finishing breakfast and washing up, Fujimiya Makoto changed into his work uniform.

The difference from three hundred years ago is that now, over the pitch-black Shinigami suit, there is a pure white wide-sleeved haori.

In the middle of the haori vest, there is a character "九".

Unohana Yachiru stood opposite, looking at the disciple in front of him whom he was proud of.

A tall young man stood in front of the courtyard gate. His wide robe covered his torso. His skin was a warm white like pale jade. He looked to be around twenty years old, or even younger. His long hair was tied into a line with a black and red ribbon and hung loosely behind his head.

He raised his head slightly, his brows relaxed in the early summer sunshine, with a shallow sword slung across his waist. He stood there like an upright pine or cypress.

Only his expression was relaxed and lazy.

"You've grown up a bit, Makoto."

Unohana Yachiru whispered casually.

"Teacher, I'm going out."

Fujimiya Makoto smiled and waved behind him.

Unohana also waved at him: "Bon voyage."

When he blinked again, he was no longer in the courtyard.

quietly.

......

For powerful Death Gods, it is difficult to fully measure their life cycle within a time scale of a thousand years.

For those as strong as Yamamoto and Unohana, their lifespan is usually estimated to be tens of thousands of years.

Three hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.

But for Soul Society and the Gotei 13, it means too many changes.

Since he took over the position of captain of the 9th Division at the promotion ceremony, Fujimiya Makoto has always been conscientious and dedicated to his duties, not daring to be careless in his responsibilities.

For a Death Captain as rigorous and serious as him, clocking in on time every day is a natural thing.

"Captain Fujimiya—"

However, before he could even enter the captain's office, a sharp wail could be heard from inside: "Why are you two hours late again!"

"Isn't this because I didn't make it to the team's morning meeting?"

"Huh?" Fujimiya Makoto looked shocked. "Doesn't the morning meeting start at ten?"

"It's obviously eight o'clock! Eight o'clock!"

Ukitake Jushiro was sitting in the captain's room.

This young man with long snow-white hair was thin and pale. His body, which was not healthy to begin with, seemed to be burdened even more by an irresponsible captain.

Hearing his question, he almost spit out blood: "This is the rule you made yourself! The team has been enforcing it for almost a hundred years."

"cough."

Upon hearing this, Fujimiya Makoto's face froze and he turned to look to the side.

Seeing the three piles of heavy documents piled up on Ukitake's desk, almost half a person's height, he smiled and tried to change the subject rather stiffly: "There are so many documents to deal with so early in the morning."

"Thank you for your hard work, Shishiro."

"Whose fault do you think it is?!"

Ukitake Jushiro covered half of his face with his hand, his eyes bloodshot as he gritted his teeth, "The report that should have been finished last month was stuffed under the table by you."

"I just discovered it the day before yesterday!"

“What if I can’t submit the report in time tomorrow?!”

He was filled with hatred.

Facts have proven that even the most mild-tempered and kind person can be driven to swear by an unreliable boss.

Until today, Ukitake Jushiro still hasn't figured it out.

When I graduated from the Maou Spiritual Arts Academy with a tied first place, what on earth was wrong with me that I chose to come under Captain Fujimiya and take the damn third position?

There must have been something wrong with my brain at that time!

obviously.

The young man who stood in the audience, looking at Fujimiya Makoto's back from afar, with light in his eyes, has been ruthlessly slaughtered by the deadly corporate life!

"And this one right here! Please start signing right now!"

Ukitake Jushiro didn't even raise his head, and with red eyes, he piled a pile of documents on Fujimiya Makoto's desk, which made people's scalps tingle.

Then, as if he had thought of something, he stared at him with his red eyes that had been there for who knows how long, and said in a low voice:

"Don't even think about escaping before you finish signing."

"Captain! Sir!"

Fujimiya Makoto immediately realized that something was wrong and quickly said, "Damn it! That bastard Ryoma actually made you, Jushiro, work so hard... If this goes on, your body won't be able to bear it!"

"Where did that guy go?"

"I have to teach him a lesson!"

"How did he become the vice-captain?!"

He didn't even have time to finish his words. He quickly stepped back half a foot, dodging the iron hand that Shi Silang suddenly stretched out, turned around and ran towards the office door.

Only Fuzhu Sanxi was left with a hurried back.

Ukitake Jushiro looked at him flying, his eyes widened with difficulty, and his fists clenched.

Whether it's Master Fujimiya or Brother Ryoma...

The superiors in the Ninth Division don’t care about anything at all!

At this moment, Ukitake Jushiro thought.

If you die tragically at your workstation, you must write the word "tragic" a few more times before you die.

"Oh, right! Captain!" He seemed to suddenly remember something and hurried to the door and shouted, "Don't forget the captain's meeting later!"

"oh--!"

A distant response came from the end of the corridor.

Ukitake Jushiro stood at the door, looking at Fujimiya Makoto's back gradually disappearing in the distance of the corridor, his eyes melancholy.

Until the end, I could only let out a long sigh.

Life...

Keep working.

......

After turning two corners in a row, Fujimiya Makoto's figure disappeared and reappeared like flying.

Only when he was completely out of the precise range of Shishiro's spiritual pressure did he feel a little relieved and let out a long sigh.

In fact, he doesn't hate work that much.

But the problem is-

It’s been too long!!

The extremely long lifespan of the god of death may be the most wonderful advantage for enjoying the process of life.

However, if we equate this 'long life' with 'working time'.

Then the final result will inevitably be very unpleasant.

Normal people only work from their twenties to retirement age in their sixties, and they are almost vomiting bubbles while waiting.

Not to mention the assembly line-style repetitive work that has remained almost unchanged day after day for three hundred years?

Fujimiya Makoto felt that he might have contracted a disease that caused him to become chronically poisoned as soon as he started working.

Just as he was thinking this, a slender arm suddenly stretched out from the corridor beside him.

Fujimiya Makoto subconsciously shuddered all over.

However, before he could see who was coming, he was pulled into a soft and broad embrace, and his eyes were blindfolded by a pair of small hands.

"It's work time now, Captain Fujimiya."

"Excuse me, what are you doing now?"

Almost at the moment he felt the outline of the brain wave, Fujimiya Makoto was stunned and said in surprise:

"Bayunzhai?"

"Allah."

Lu Quba Yunzhai opened his little hands and peeked at his face from beside his neck: "You actually recognized me just by the voice?"

"You're quite perceptive, Makoto-kun."

As the girl spoke, a gentle smile inadvertently appeared on her innocent and natural face.

Fujimiya Makoto didn't feel comfortable saying that he had made that judgment based on touch, so he asked, "I thought you were going to stay in the human world for a while longer. You're back so soon?"

"So fast?" Bayunzhai turned around and looked at him with a strange expression. "It took me three whole years to go into the human world to hunt down the remaining Quincy, Chengjun."

"It's been so long." Fujimiya Makoto also felt a little emotional.

Ever since he became the God of Death, his sense of time has been a little off.

Or perhaps it was the sense of time dislocation brought to him by this seemingly ageless body and face.

"Is there nothing interesting happening in Seireitei lately?"

"How's the old man in the mountain?"

Lu Quba Yunzhai asked casually as he followed him with his hands behind his back.

"It's still the same." Fujimiya Makoto said casually, without any sense of alienation, "Old Man Shan has been in seclusion again recently. I guess he's been trimming that big beard again?"

"It doesn't matter at all."

"It seems like the old man has been growing a beard for a hundred years now," Bayunzhai chuckled. "Did he wear it in a braid this time?"

“No, but it stays super long!”

As the two were talking, Fujimiya Makoto turned his head and glanced behind her.

From the beginning, there was a timid figure following behind Bayunzhai, but he never spoke a word and just listened to the two of them chatting.

Perhaps noticing his gaze, Bayunzhai seemed to have just remembered something, and reached out to pull the young woman behind her and said:

"Ah, ah!"

"Almost forgot."

"This is my new vice-captain."

As Bayunzhai spoke, he tilted his head slightly and warned in a low voice: "This is the helper I found with great difficulty. Chengjun, please don't have any bad ideas."

“Yes, yes~”

Fujimiya Makoto waved his hands in disdain.

Who does this guy Shikatori think he is?

He thought so.

Then, the young woman in front of him, who seemed to have a slightly soft personality, spoke:

"Good morning, Captain Fujimiya."