"Why isn't this assassin making a move yet? This old man's hands are itching! Is he lacking courage? Should I show weakness?" Yamamoto Genryusai pretended to stand up and pounded his waist with his hand: "I'm old, I'm old, my body isn't what it used to be! If only it were before, sigh!"
"Did you see that! Your Captain Commander works so hard, shouldn't you, as Chief of Staff, share some of the workload? You shouldn't be the Chief of Staff anymore, how about I do it? I guarantee 6 AM to 9 PM, no weekends, all paid leave waived, and insurance is out of the question. As long as the salary is in place, being a beast of burden is fine." Furuoki Ōtogawa was filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred.
Captain-Commander Yamamoto noticed that the assassin's killing intent had weakened.
Furuoki Ōtogawa quietly withdrew from the rafters. The Captain Commander grew even more curious. What was this assassin here for? Why did he leave without even making a single move? Don't leave, I haven't had my fill yet!
After Furuoki Ōtogawa left the Captain Commander's room, he began to look for someone who could gather intelligence. The truth was, he didn't even know what Yamabuki looked like.
Suddenly, he saw a teenager, about fourteen or fifteen years old, carrying some documents. He instantly leaped down, his sword aimed directly at the teenager.
He had originally thought the opponent was just a child, and he would surely capture him easily. But to his utter surprise, the child reacted incredibly fast, drawing his sword to counter-attack as soon as he discovered the assassin.
"Hm? This kid's skills aren't bad!" Furuoki Ōtogawa was shocked, but there was still an insurmountable gap between them. After several exchanges, the teenager's sword was still knocked away.
"Don't worry, I don't kill for free. Tell me why Yamabuki isn't at work yet?" Furuoki Ōtogawa demanded.
"That... are you..."
"Don't ask so many questions, or I'll cut off your head with one strike."
"Brother Yamabuki was transferred to the Eleventh Division a long time ago. He's now the Vice Captain of the Eleventh Division, so of course, he wouldn't be working in the First Division. Why are you looking for Brother Yamabuki? You're not an assassin, are you?"
Furuoki Ōtogawa was speechless. So, I waited all morning for nothing?
"I... I'm his friend, here to collect a debt. He owes me a huge sum of money!" Furuoki Ōtogawa said listlessly.
"So that's how it is. I thought you were an assassin. My name is Chōjirō Sasakibe, Vice Captain of the First Division. Why does Yamabuki owe you money? Oh, his salary has been withheld for half a year, so he must be living very frugily, probably relying on Captain Unohana's salary," Chōjirō Sasakibe said.
"Who is Captain Unohana?" Furuoki Ōtogawa asked.
"The Captain of the Eleventh Division. The two of them are living together now. Captain Unohana is a great beauty," Chōjirō Sasakibe said, "and quite terrifying when she goes crazy!"
Of course, he didn't say the latter part.
Furuoki Ōtogawa was shocked: "So this guy not only neglects his duties but also lives off a woman? And he's being supported by a great beauty? This… Oh my god, this is too unfair! Why isn't there a rich woman supporting me?"
"Are you alright?" Chōjirō Sasakibe noticed that the man's face looked very bad.
"Little brother, tell me, where is the Eleventh Division?" Furuoki Ōtogawa asked.
"It's to the west, but Yamabuki has a very good reputation among the squad members. If you go directly to ask for money like this, you might get cut down by the Eleventh Division members…" Chōjirō Sasakibe hadn't finished speaking when Furuoki Ōtogawa had already walked away.
"What a strange person!" Chōjirō Sasakibe said, puzzled. "Wait a minute, although Yamabuki had his salary withheld for half a year, he still has such a large clothing store, and business is booming. How could he owe so much money?"
The adult world is truly wonderful.
…
Furuoki Ōtogawa arrived at the Eleventh Division, his expression turning very sinister.
I despise nobles because they get everything I dream of without doing anything.
But I despise those life winners even more.
I will torture you to death in the most brutal way!
As a top assassin, Furuoki Ōtogawa certainly wouldn't rush in from the front. Instead, he quietly circled into the Eleventh Division.
Just then, Furuoki Ōtogawa suddenly remembered something very important: he didn't seem to know what Yamabuki looked like. What if he killed the wrong person? He doesn't kill for free!
"It doesn't matter. His position is so high that the squad members will definitely call him by his title when they see him. That way, I'll know what Yamabuki looks like, won't I? As a top assassin, one must have patience and perseverance, otherwise, how can one make big money?" Furuoki Ōtogawa constantly comforted himself, taking deep breaths to adjust his mindset, then silently lurked on the roof of the Eleventh Division.
I'm so hungry! I haven't eaten anything for lunch!
It doesn't matter. I'm a top assassin. Being hungry won't stop me from killing!
Furuoki Ōtogawa tightly gripped the sword in his hand, ready to launch a fierce attack as soon as he spotted his target.
Then he sat and lay on the roof for an entire afternoon and still couldn't find Yamabuki.
In the meantime, he did see the Captain of the Eleventh Division, Yachiru Unohana.
Furuoki Ōtogawa was aware of the rumors about this woman; she was said to be a demon-like woman, a mass murderer, and utterly evil!
As the saying goes, a person's reputation precedes them. Even a top assassin like himself wouldn't dare to provoke this woman easily.
Moreover, his principle was never to kill for free.
Soon, dusk arrived.
Furuoki Ōtogawa hadn't eaten anything all day, and he had been soaking in the cold rainwater, exhausted and hungry, but he still maintained his consciousness with his firm will.
He didn't see Yamabuki until the Eleventh Division finished work.
Furuoki Ōtogawa finally couldn't stand it anymore and quietly came to the Eleventh Division. By this time, most people had left, with only a few squad members preparing for patrol remaining.
Furuoki Ōtogawa originally appeared rather cool and refined, and coupled with his decent clothes, he was always mistaken for a noble. Of course, these clothes were also free; a long time ago, after he killed a noble, he found that the noble's build was similar to his own, so he took off the clothes and put them on himself.
"Hey, squad member over there, where's your Vice Captain? I have something to discuss with him!" Furuoki Ōtogawa said in a very cold tone.
The two Eleventh Division members frowned slightly. How could this person be so rude? However, judging by his clothes, he should be a noble. Could he be a friend of the Chief of Staff?
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