As Yoruichi's voice echoed, the other shadows disappeared once again, leaving only the petite figure still kneeling on the ground, head slightly lowered, awaiting orders.
Yoruichi reached out and gently lifted the small figure's chin, forcing her to look up at her. With a swift motion, she ripped off the mask, revealing a delicate face no bigger than a palm. The skin was soft and pale, yet her eyes betrayed a flicker of panic.
Yoruichi, noticing the almost encouraging look as if it were prompting her to tease, couldn't resist teasing her. "Why is my little bee not daring to look at me?"
Soi Fon eyes darted nervously around her surroundings, her chest visibly rising and falling as she stammered, "M-M-Milady Yoruichi... this... this is... not... allowed..."
Yoruichi's eyes gleamed as she leaned in closer, her face almost touching Fon's now slightly flushed cheek. She blew a soft breath, teasing, "Not allowed here? Then where is it allowed?"
"I... I..." Fon's words faltered as Yoruichi's flawless face drew nearer, her presence overwhelming. Fon's breath quickened, her vision hazy, and her eyelids grew heavy, threatening to close.
But before she could fully succumb to the moment, Yoruichi pulled away, letting out a hearty laugh, clearly amused, as though she had just outwitted a mischievous cat.
"Hahaha, Fon, you're just too amusing."
Fon immediately lowered her head, too embarrassed to meet Yoruichi's gaze, her voice barely audible. "Milady Yoruichi, please... don't tease your subordinate any longer."
"That won't do, Fon. You'll spend your life being teased by me."
Fon's ears reddened like polished jade, and her heart raced uncontrollably. The teasing words from Yoruichi had left her flustered and disoriented.
After a hearty laugh, Yoruichi smacked her lips, as if savoring the stolen moment, before speaking again.
"Aya, I've got a task for you. Go to the Fourth Division and investigate a guy named Senju Makoto. Understood?"
"Yes." Soi Fon exhaled deeply, forcing herself to regain composure from the earlier chaos, her voice steady as she responded.
"Ahem, Fon, there's no need to be so serious," Yoruichi said, her tone light. "That person is a disciple of Captain Unohana, so to avoid any misunderstandings, don't investigate him like you're from the military."
She paused, then continued with a sly smile, "Approach Senju Makoto under the guise of a patient. I need as much information as you can gather."
"I understand, Milady Yoruichi."
Soi Fon nodded, her figure almost vanishing as she quickly disappeared in the direction Yoruichi had been watching.
Yoruichi gazed after her, her mood buoyant. She then began walking forward, but her steps took her not toward the Second Division barracks, but straight toward the Sixth Division barracks instead.
Yoruichi licked her lips, her steps becoming lighter, almost skipping with excitement. Her previously suppressed curiosity about Makoto seemed to have found an outlet.
In the Fourth Division's gynecology office, Makoto… felt as though he might be having a heart attack and needed Captain Unohana's urgent help.
When Makoto, filled with a hopeful sense of anticipation, swung open the door to his office, what greeted him was a scene far from what he had expected. The originally modest-sized room was now packed with dozens of burly men, their bodies pressed together tightly in the cramped space. Sweat-drenched shirts clung to their muscles, and their eyes, filled with a kind of fervor and expectation, were locked on him.
For a moment, Makoto's pupils dilated, and he instinctively took a step back, almost doubting whether he had entered the wrong room.
"Kyoka Suigetsu..."
That's it, it must be an illusion, just like the fleeting images in a mirror or on the surface of water!
It's all fake!
Damn Aizen, when did he fall under such an illusion?
There couldn't possibly be so many burly men in my office—this should be a place where the delicate and adorable Aoki Risa is waiting!
As Makoto tried to convince himself, a figure suddenly slid out from among the crowd of burly men with an extraordinarily smooth motion, kneeling on the ground and striking a pose that made Makoto's teeth ache from the cringe
"It's been a long time, my friend."
"Finally, the day has come for us to meet again. This is fate, this is destiny…"
Before the figure, who was none other than Ikkaku, could finish his dramatic speech, Makoto slammed the door shut again.
"Wait…"
Ikkaku instinctively tried to stop him, his smooth, round forehead poking out from the crack in the door.
"Bang!"
"Aah!!!"
The next moment, Ikkaku's head was completely caught in the door, and a scream echoed through the gynecology office.
"It's… too tight, Senju…"
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts…"
"Stop, let go…!"
For a moment, Makoto stood in the hallway, feeling the bizarre, probing stares from the people around him.
Social death…
A lifetime of honor, no—two months of hard work building my image in the department… ruined in an instant!
The rumors would spread like wildfire throughout Seireitei, especially through the women Shinigami's gossip channels. It wouldn't be long before everyone knew.
Makoto's eyes slowly became dull, and his grip on the door loosened.
"Senju, you bastard, I brought all these people here to help with your work…"
Before Ikkaku could finish, Makoto placed his palm on the top of Ikkaku's bald head and pushed him into the office, following him in.
"Bang!"
The door slammed shut behind them, momentarily cutting off the curious and stunned gazes from the outside.
Inside the office, Makoto twitched his lips into a smile, his tone now deceptively gentle as he spoke.
"Ikkaku, have you decided where you want to be buried yet?"
"What…?"
Ikkaku rubbed his head, which was now marked with two red imprints, completely unaware of the gravity of the situation. He replied nonchalantly, "I'm not the kind of man who dies so easily!"
"Really? Sometimes, death itself can be a luxury."
Makoto's seemingly gentle face suddenly darkened, and the chilling words that came from him caused the room full of burly men to feel an unexpected shiver. Instinctively, they all tightened their legs.
'Wait? Why are we all subconsciously tightening our legs under Makoto's aura?'
Just as these men from the 11th Division all shared the same thought in their minds, Makoto continued, his voice smooth but with an undertone that sent a chill through the room.
"Since you trust me so much, I suppose I can't disappoint you, can I?"
Reaching into his pocket, Makoto pulled out a pair of white gloves, slipping them on as he spoke.
"Let me provide you with a little treatment that's just right for the gynecology office."
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