Death god, my Zanpakuto is a bit trendy

The Xus in the first twenty districts have basically been cleaned up by Haruto in the past six months. Although Yoshihara is relatively remote, Xu is more sensitive, and it is not impossible to sense danger and run over.

However, when eating, they usually go to those with higher spiritual power, and the Rukongai near the front is attacked significantly more frequently.

"wrong."

"The atmosphere here is not abnormal, and with Ichihara Naa's vice-captain level, let alone Kyū, Ju Kyū is no match for her."

"What's going on here?"

"Uh-huh."

Haruto suppressed Shunpo's movements and walked towards the top of the store where he still remembered the way.

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Rukongai.

Woodland in East 46th District.

This place is located northeast of Yoshihara, at the junction of the four Rukongai streets.

Hidden in the dense forest are several wooden houses used as warehouses. Directly below the large floor area, there are several floors of wider underground space.

here......

A large number of Rukongai who were bound by ropes were now densely stacked like goods; most of them had no need for food and drink, otherwise it would be worse than the Nico trade.

"grown ups."

In the wooden house on the top floor, a flattering little old man who almost bent his waist below his knees rubbed his cockroach hands and asked with a smile:

"this shipment......"

"Are you satisfied?"

This is not just an attitude in the face of power.

The environment in the forest is quite refreshing, and the clothes on the back are completely wet with sweat. To a greater extent, it is because of the fear of death.

"......improvise."

Directly opposite the little old man, there were more than a dozen Shinigami wearing Death Tyrant costumes - the thistle pattern on their shoulders symbolized the twelfth division, indicating that they had no intention of concealing their identities.

The leader of the Shinigami is slightly petite.

The too thin and slender figure, coupled with the snow-white makeup on "his" face, makes it difficult to accurately determine the gender; there are two strange long horns above the head - the color is Yazhou (the tower of the later 12th Division) M) is the same model, but its size is much longer than that of Akin.

"The quality is not quite up to standard, but there are more than two thousand of them anyway. Considering the quantity, you are very sincere."

"Thank you, thank you for the compliment, sir!"

The little old man's almost limp body finally straightened up a bit.

Unqualified?

The Lord Death in front of him would undoubtedly add him to the team of experimental subjects.

"so."

The leader of the Grim Reaper polished his nails in the style of Lafayette.

"When will the next batch of goods arrive? We have a huge gap in experimental materials."

"Next batch?"

The cold sweat that had just subsided for a while suddenly broke out again.

"how?"

"Although I gave you two days of grace for this shipment, I didn't say that next week's delivery date will also be postponed."

The only two different colors on Death's face are probably the eyebrows and lips: they are a dark blue that is completely different from the background color.

"Fifteen hundred whole..."

"When will you be ready?"

The leader of Death didn't care at all about the little old man's expression.

"..."

Drenched in sweat.

Not to mention 1,500, these batches are still secretly captured from the surrounding Rukongai. If the scale is larger...

Without this person taking action, his head would have to be moved.

at this time:

"There's no next batch."

As soon as the voice of the God of Death fell, a new voice suddenly appeared in the house.

"Uh-huh!"

The pure black dress that exposed the entire back made the wearer look more like he was participating in a real-life dance rather than a battle; the shadows of butterflies dancing around him finally dissipated among the dumplings with long hair tied behind their heads. superior.

There is no one else but this person who dares to appear here in such attire:

Ichihara Naa.

"D-Sir, great devotion!"

The little old man's expression was extremely complicated. He couldn't tell whether he was more afraid, worried or surprised.

but.

"clang."

As Ichihara Naa gently placed the cigarette stick on his head, the gray and white cigarette ash scattered lightly——

It doesn't matter what kind of expression you have.

"call!"

The little old man was instantly ignited into a violently burning torch, and soon he and the ashes on the ground became silent companions.

"Oh?"

The leader of the Shinigami looked behind him sideways and asked with interest.

"who is she?"

"Ichihara Naa...the leader of the local gang in Yoshihara District and the dead boss of the collaborators."

The member of Division 12 next to him said hurriedly.

"The one who keeps hindering you?"

"......Yes."

The petite god of death turned his attention to Ichihara Naa again.

"Are you very decisive in killing your own people?"

"...They are just traitors, not one of our own."

Ichihara Naa shook the cigarette rod, and the red sparks ignited again at the end of the pipe.

"Ichihara Naa?"

Death asked as if to confirm again.

"and who are you?"

"The deputy captain of the twelfth division, Jiuwei Suwu."

"vice captain?"

Ichihara Naa smoothed her hair that was a little loose at the temples.

"Didn't the vice-captain of Division 12 just get arrested by Central Room 46?"

"I'm new to the job."

Death smiled as if it didn't happen.

"But I heard that the new vice-captain of Division 12 is named Hiyori Sarugaki... Even though he looks like a brat, he should still be performing tasks in this world."

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Volume 1: 090, Illusion and Poison

"oh?"

Shuugai Sugo put his palms against his cheeks, turned his head and said to Ichihara Naa.

"Your intelligence gathering skills are good."

"Even I just found out about this news... Is there someone in the top ranks of the Gotei 13 who is your lover?"

Jiuwei Suwu sneered and said heartbreaking words.

"Don't worry about it, Lord Death."

Ichihara Naa was used to seeing this, but her mood was not affected at all.

"You're right. These nonsense things are naturally out of reach for a scientist like me."

Jiuwei Suwu spread his hands and said innocently.

"so what?"

"The guy who calls himself the vice-captain of the Gotei 13... Do you want to give me an explanation for what you are doing?"

Ichihara Naa glanced around.

Although this layer was not tied down completely, the large number of traces of life and the unconcealable aura were enough for Ichihara Naa to know what was hidden there even if he was not underground.

"explain?"

"When did the Shinigami need to answer to Rukongai's test subjects?"

Jiuwei Suwu seemed to have heard some joke and sneered with disdain.

"It seems that under the protection of the God of Death, your life in Rukongai is too comfortable for you, and you have forgotten that you have to be grateful even if you give up your life." Jiugai Sugo's tone is like a stage voice. Exaggerated like an actor, "Two thousand years ago, you were just fuel for the nobles to get whatever they wanted."

His words also probably confirmed his noble status.

"You also said it was two thousand years ago."

Ichihara Naa responded unceremoniously.

"It seems that Yamamoto Shigekuni didn't kill enough nobles, and there are still remnants like you in the Gotei Thirteen."

"..."

The two sides were at a stalemate.

"...Do you know the price of provoking me?"

Jiuwei Suwu's expression turned ugly.

"You're just a clown who pretends to be the vice-captain. If you are so capable, why don't you just say you are the captain?"

"Maybe Hikifune Kiryu-dono will give you a chance to challenge her?"

Hearing this name, Jiuwei Suwu's expression became obviously ferocious:

"Hikifune Kiryu!?"

"How can a stupid young person who only knows how to make things behind closed doors have the right to be called a scientist!"

Jiuwei Suwu was obviously hit on a sore point.

"He even accepted the appointment of a clueless little monkey like Sarukaki as the vice-captain. Such a person is not worthy of leading Division 12——"

but.

Before he even finished speaking, the person he was quarreling with disappeared from his eyes.

next moment.

"Uh-huh!"

The cigarette rod became the handle of the knife.