Upon hearing this, Makoto’s heart skipped a beat.
He quickly brushed the offer aside with a sheepish laugh, claiming that he disliked fighting and that his only goal was to follow in Teacher Unohana’s footsteps forever.
Following that, Unohana acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
Gentle and attentive like an elder sister or a warm mentor, she showed Makoto around the estate and sat down to have breakfast with him.
It had to be said that the authority and status held by a Captain-level Soul Reaper at the peak of the Soul Society were far beyond the imagination of ordinary souls.
This breakfast was the most exquisite and delicious meal Makoto had eaten since transmigrating.
Forget the chaotic and resource-starved Rukongai; even the meals at the Shin’o Spiritual Arts Academy could not compare in the slightest.
Yet throughout the meal, Makoto seemed somewhat dazed and distracted.
Seeing this, Unohana did not think too deeply of it.
She simply assumed the freshly graduated youth had not yet fully recovered from the brief slip of her killing intent.
In reality, Makoto was repeatedly analyzing Unohana’s words.
As for the promise of becoming the future Captain of Squad 4, Makoto had been fed enough empty corporate promises in his past life to know better than to take it as a sacred vow.
Both of them were thousand-year-old foxes wearing layers of masks; there was no need to play at sincere, tearful fairy tales.
But…
Unohana personally teaching him swordsmanship?
That carried a deeply ominous undertone…
Trying to view things from Unohana’s perspective, Makoto arrived at a highly probable and horrifying conclusion: *Have I accidentally been marked as prey for her bloodlust?* *Damn it, I finally found a safe haven, only for you to make me lose this utterly…* *Now I’ve really become a clown!* After all his calculations, all he wanted was to be a low-profile, ruthless sower in the Seireitei.
Who would have thought he would immediately be targeted as prey by Unohana, whose danger level was on par with Sosuke Aizen?
For some reason, after breakfast, Unohana noticed a trace of poorly concealed, resentful sorrow in Makoto’s eyes.
*It’s bad enough being endlessly slaughtered and turned into a pulp by Shinra Bansho in my inner world, but am I unable to escape a similar fate in the real world?* Unohana’s “swordsmanship instruction” would definitely not be some warm, affectionate sparring session.
It was highly likely to be one bloody, brutal massacre after another.
*Can we just pretend nothing happened and part amicably…
no, amicably sever our master-disciple relationship while there’s still time?* While Makoto was wailing inwardly, he suddenly felt a soft warmth beneath his chin.
Looking up, he saw Unohana’s fair, slender fingers gently tilting his face upward.
In an instant, Unohana’s exquisite, beautiful features were mere inches away.
He could clearly see the deep warmth and concern swimming in her eyes.
Makoto’s pupils dilated, and a flush of crimson instantly bloomed across his cheeks.
She was…
she was too close!
He could feel the soft, warm breath she exhaled and catch a whiff of her faint, clean fragrance.
The mature, intellectual charm of a refined older woman hit him like a physical wave, leaving his mind temporarily blank.
Whether in his past life or this one, this was the first time Makoto had ever been this close to a member of the opposite sex.
His basic physical instincts thrown into utter disarray, he stammered, “Te…
Teacher…
you’re too…
too close…” “Haha!” A soft chuckle was his reply.
Unohana tapped his forehead with her index finger, gently pushing him back, and laughed with easy grace.
“Makoto, having such a strong reaction whether it is to killing intent or the proximity of a woman…
that is a very poor showing.” “My apologies, Teacher.” At this point, what could Makoto do but retreat in defeat?
Unohana smiled warmly and said, “I was originally hesitating over which department to assign you to, but now I have made up my mind.” “Ah?
A department?” Makoto was slightly surprised.
Due to their differing responsibilities, the sizes of the Gotei 13 divisions varied wildly.
A medical division like Squad 4, which lacked a steady influx of new recruits, only had a little over three hundred members in total.
In contrast, Squad 13, the largest division in the Gotei 13, was tasked with “Living World Purification.” Its members had to be stationed in various human cities to purify Hollows and prevent them from destroying the mortal realm.
Consequently, Squad 13 boasted a staggering force of several thousand members, though most were stationed away from the Seireitei.
Because of this, besides the standard system of Captains, Lieutenants, and Seated Officers, each division’s internal management was entirely unique.
Squad 4 was divided into various specialized departments, balancing battlefield emergency treatment with the daily care of ordinary illnesses.
Makoto had assumed he would have to stay by Unohana’s side to focus on studying Kaido and medicine for a long period.
He had not expected her to be willing to assign him to a department to interact with patients so soon.
This was exactly what Makoto had been hoping for.
Unconsciously, a touch of eagerness crept into the gaze he directed at Unohana.
Logically speaking, his demonstrated Shikai ability was a perfect match for the Surgery Department, where he could deal with the numerous injuries the Shinigami sustained during daily training and sparring.
To secure this opportunity, Makoto had deliberately shown that Shinra Bansho possessed an unparalleled advantage in treating minor injuries.
*The perfect, legitimate opportunity to sow my seeds…
is finally here!* Just as Makoto was rejoicing internally, Unohana spoke with a gentle smile.
“First, Makoto, your Zanpakuto possesses a wide-range healing capability, but you lack direct combat experience.
Therefore, you will be registered in the Combat Support Department.
If an emergency arises that requires Squad 4’s deployment, you will accompany me or Seinosuke to provide aid.
Do you have any objections?” “No, I will gladly obey your instructions, Teacher,” Makoto replied obediently, looking every bit the compliant disciple.
This was well within his expectations and aligned perfectly with his plans.
Unohana paused, then continued, “Aside from that, the department where you will hold your daily consultations…
well, let’s make it…
Gynecology!” Gy…
Gynecology?!
The words struck Makoto like a bolt of lightning.
His facial expression collapsed completely as he stared at the smiling Unohana in utter disbelief.
Only one thought flashed through his mind: *How am I supposed to sow my seeds in a place like that?* *What opportunities for open, bleeding wounds could there possibly be in Gynecology?!*