In Soul Society, I just want to retire

"Boss, is your natto delicious?" asked Aizen.

The boss was a man in his forties. When he saw that the person who came was actually the God of Death, he immediately became respectful and said with a smile on his face: "It's delicious, of course it's delicious. If you don't believe me, you can try it."

Aizen never gets fat when it comes to heavy-tasting foods like natto. His taste tends to be lighter, similar to that of Yamabuki Detox.

But this time he was clearly trying to trick Pingzi. They were all delicious? How could I possibly buy something delicious for my captain? If I were to buy something, I'd buy something that wasn't delicious.

"If it tastes good... I'll have to go to another restaurant!" Aizen turned directly to the next restaurant, leaving the old man confused.

Then I asked eight stores in a row, and every store said that their natto was delicious.

Of course, as a businessman, how could you possibly say that your food is bad? How could you make money that way?

All the way to the ninth house.

By this time the sun had already set and long lamps were lit on the streets, but the light was very fragile compared to the darkness, flickering.

The owner of the ninth shop was a little girl who looked only eleven or twelve years old, with two ponytails. When she saw a customer coming, she not only refused to greet him, but also locked the door with a wooden board.

"We're closed, we're closed! If you want to eat anything, come back tomorrow." The little girl said in a very impatient tone.

Aizen looked closely at the girl in front of him.

Although he has an oriental face, he has yellow hair tied in two ponytails, and his eyes are arrogant, making him look very domineering.

The most important thing is the spiritual pressure of this girl.

Aizen's eyes moved slightly. Perhaps even the girl herself didn't realize that her spiritual pressure was far beyond the level of ordinary people.

"Excuse me, do you have any expired natto? I can buy it for double the price." Aizen looked at the girl with a smile.

The girl was stunned and scratched her ear with her pinky finger. "What did you say? Expired natto? Are you okay? What's the point of that? Growing flowers?"

"Feed the pet." Aizen said.

"You are a heartless person. Animals are also lives. How can you feed them expired food? If you really don't have money, I can give you some. We are about to close here, so don't bother me anymore." The girl said as she prepared to close the door.

Aizen took out double the money and slammed it on the table: "A portion of expired natto, thank you."

The girl looked at the man in front of her with a weird look. Is this man mentally ill?

Forget it, this thing won’t kill you anyway.

"Wait here, I'll go in and get it for you. It'll be too late to change your mind." The girl took the money directly and turned around to get a portion of expired natto for Aizen. The taste was very strong.

"By the way, what's your name?" Aizen asked.

The girl looked at Aizen warily: "What? Want to chat me up? I'm still a child!"

"No, I just want to know your name."

The girl looked at Aizen, and perhaps felt that he looked familiar, so after a little hesitation she said her name: "My name is Sarugaki Hisori."

Chapter 135: You Are My Blessing

Sarugaki Hisori? A name I had never heard of.

"Whoosh!"

A bag of something was thrown at Aizen's face. Aizen hurriedly reached out to catch it, and found that the thing thrown was a cloth bag. It felt sticky in his hand, and there was a disgusting smell inside the bag.

"This is..." Aizen couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"You wanted expired natto. What's wrong? Do you want to change your mind? It's useless to change your mind with me!" Sarukaki Hisori slammed the door shut.

Nothing is more important than getting off work.

Aizen looked at this bad-tempered girl and suddenly became a little interested. If this girl was placed next to Hirako, would Hirako be so angry that he would have a cerebral hemorrhage?

Looking at the time, it was already dusk and the sky was gradually getting dark, which meant it was time to get off work.

Aizen pinched the edge of the bag with his thumb and index finger. Why would anyone like to eat such a dark food as natto? Captain Hirako, I've paid so much for your willfulness. How should you compensate me?

But if I return to the squad now, I'll definitely be grabbed by Hirako and forced to sit on the desk to handle all sorts of official business...

"It's time to get off work now, I'd better go home first!" Aizen went home happily.

As for the captain...

That idiot wouldn't work overtime all night to handle the work, right?

Compared to those unimportant work, relaxation is the most important thing.

The next day at work, Aizen greeted his captain with a refreshed look on his face.

"Captain Hirako, I bought you the dish you asked for. Be sure to eat it quickly while it's fresh." Aizen had a refreshing smile on his face, and the team members next to him felt very healed after seeing it.

Especially the girls.

It is difficult for girls to reject a gentle, strong and handsome man!

Pingzi's whole body was emitting black energy.

Last night, I was in the office handling official business all night, and this bastard actually didn't come back all night!

The resentment in him was so heavy that it could kill the cockroaches hiding in the corner.

"Vice-Captain Aizen Sosuke! Excuse me... where did you go last night? Why didn't you come back all night? If you don't give me an explanation, I will exercise my authority as captain and punish you!" Hirako said gritting his teeth.

Aizen still kept a refreshing smile on his face: "After buying natto, I found that it was time to get off work, so I went home."

Click! ! !

Mako Hirako's last bit of sanity finally broke!

Reaching out and grabbing Aizen's neck, he said, "So you left me alone in the office to handle official business, and then went home to sleep? Doesn't your conscience hurt? Don't you see me as your captain?"

Aizen looked at the frantic Hirako and gave his answer with a gentle expression: "Of course I have you as my captain in my heart, but not much."

Pingzi was completely exhausted from complaining. Why was his vice-captain like this? Could he please replace him with someone more reliable?

But turning around to look at the other subordinates...

There is a lack of young talents in the squad, and there is really no one else who can take this position except Aizen.

Pingzi decided not to bother with this bastard.

"Where's my natto?" Hirako felt completely drained of energy and collapsed on the table. He had stayed up all night yesterday to finish all the work, and now he continued to replenish his energy.

Aizen threw the cloth bag that exuded an ominous smell over.

The moment Pingzi opened the cloth bag, the smell filled the entire team barracks.

"Ugh..." Pingzi's face turned green.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the other team members left the battlefield as quickly as possible.

"What is this thing you bought..."

Aizen had already prepared a nose plug and plugged his nostrils: "Natto."

"Why does natto taste like this? Does your natto taste like this?"

"I never eat natto and I don't know what it tastes like. Isn't that right? I thought the captain had a special liking for this kind of heavy-tasting food!" Aizen asked in surprise.

"Who would have a special liking for something like feces! You bastard, you didn't do it on purpose, did you? You actually laughed, you were actually laughing! You really did it on purpose! I'll fight you, today only one of us can walk out of the team barracks alive!" Hirako Mako felt that Aizen becoming her vice-captain was simply the Soul King's punishment for her.

"Please don't do anything extreme. Although I may not be able to beat you, of course under the watchful eyes of hundreds of team members, if the captain hits me lightly, I will immediately lie on the ground and ask to go to the hospital. I will never stop unless I extort two or three months' salary from you!" Aizen was talking nonsense there seriously.

Pingzi smiled, and his smile was so desolate and so sad!

I am so silly!

I was so naive to think that Aizen would listen to me obediently.

Sure enough, this is a bastard!

Just as much of a jerk as his teacher.

As the saying goes, like teacher, like disciple. The ancients were not wrong.

Aizen still looked at Hirako with a smile on his face.

"Captain, if you don't want to eat this natto, please allow me to throw it away. The taste is too strong! Its power is comparable to that of biological weapons. I couldn't help but throw it outside last night... If it is not disposed of, it will affect the normal work of my colleagues." Aizen said.

"Thrown outside?" Pingzi suddenly found that the edge of the cloth bag was a little sticky and had a fishy smell, smelling like the saliva of some animal.

"This natto...hasn't been eaten by a dog?" This thought suddenly occurred to Pingzi's alarm clock.

Never mind, let’s just throw this thing away quickly.

After finally disposing of the biological weapon, Aizen sat upright facing Hirako.

Mako Hirako crossed her arms and glared at Aizen in front of her.

"Why are you staring at me here if you're not going to work? Are you dissatisfied with me as the captain?" asked Mako Hirako.

There's no reason! As a captain, there's no reason why I can't defeat a vice-captain!

"Don't worry, I am a kind and gentle person, and I will absolutely obey the orders of my superiors. How could I be dissatisfied with you? The useless things have been dealt with, and now I want to report something useful to you." Aizen said.

Ha ha!

I also said that I am not good at speaking, do you believe it?

"Yesterday when I was buying this natto, I saw a girl..."

Before Aizen could finish, Hirako Mako interrupted him, "Get to the point! Are you attracted to her? Do you want me to be your matchmaker?"

"It is very rude to suddenly interrupt someone! Please listen attentively. I have discovered a girl whose spiritual pressure is very strong. If possible, I hope to recruit her into the Fifth Division to improve our current situation of lack of successors!" Aizen said seriously.

Chapter 136: Hirako Mako, defeated

Aizen, such an unreliable person, actually did such a reliable thing. This in itself is very unreliable!

"You actually recommended talents to the team. This is not like your behavior. Aizen, you should go to the Fourth Division to register as soon as possible. Are you crazy?" Hirako Mako said with a sarcastic look on her face.

Aizen sighed with a helpless expression: "Captain, aren't you the one who's always looking for trouble? Only by working together can we lead the Fifth Division to a better future. Captain Obana Danjiro just left. You don't want to see the Fifth Division messed up, do you?"

Hirako was stunned. This bastard Aizen actually said such reasonable words!

"Hmph, you don't need to teach me such a simple truth." Although Makoto Hirako knew that this truth was correct, it made people feel very uncomfortable when it came from Aizen's mouth.

"Where is the girl you mentioned? I'll go see her myself after get off work today." said Mako Hirako.

Originally, the 5th Division had Obana Danjiro in charge, and with the addition of two elite soldiers, Aizen and Hirako, they were more than capable of dealing with any situation.

But now that Obana Danjiro has resigned, Hirako has been promoted to captain, and Aizen has been promoted to vice-captain, the quality of the officers has suddenly dropped a level.

It would be great if we could introduce more talents.

"Why do I always feel that you have bad intentions?" Hirako Mako stared at Aizen, but the only response he got was a gentle smile.

Mako Hirako always felt that the smile on Aizen's face was very fake, just like a mask. When the word "mask" was mentioned, Hirako thought of the mask on Hollow's face. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand to pinch Aizen's face, but Aizen dodged.

"Captain, please stop playing pranks. There is still a lot of work to be done today, please get down to work immediately." Aizen brought over a pile of documents next to him.

Hirako Mako swallowed hard. "When I was vice-captain, the team didn't have so much work to do! Doesn't this amount seem a bit off?"

Aizen's smile grew even brighter. "Of course, I've included my work here. Helping subordinates complete their work is also a captain's responsibility, right? So, Captain, you must keep working hard. Once you've finished these tasks, you can tell me and I'll do the rest for you."

Mako Hirako stiffly raised his head and looked at Aizen: "If I, as the captain, have done all the work, what is the meaning of your existence?"

"Existence is reasonable, and my existence is naturally meaningful." Aizen pushed a pile of documents in front of him without mercy with a "bang".

The moment he saw the massive amount of work, Pingzi felt that his life had no meaning. Others were captains, and I was also a captain. Look at other people's deputy captains, they were either cute girls or capable men, who could at least help the captain share some of the work. But look back at my deputy captain!

Pingzi felt like he was going to vomit blood.

"No, how could I, the great Mako Hirako, be bullied by an inferior? I need to find a strong helper to help me deal with Aizen." Mako Hirako thought about it and decided that there should be only one person in this world who could make Aizen behave himself.

"Aizen, don't blame me for being unjust if you are unkind. I have already figured out who your nemesis is. Just wait! I will definitely make you work honestly." Hirako Mako ran out of the office laughing wildly.

Yamabuki Ditang was drinking tea in his office. He was very relaxed during this period and nothing major happened.

Suddenly, the office door was pushed open, and Hirako Mako rushed up and grabbed Yamabuki Detang's arm.

"Come with me!" Pingzi shouted.

Yamabuki Ditang was startled, thinking something big had happened, and hurriedly said, "What's wrong? What happened? Tell me quickly!"

"I'm going to tell you! Don't be afraid!" Hirako Mako said solemnly.

"I'm a professional. I won't be afraid no matter what." Yamabuki Ditang said, patting his chest.