Chapter 53: The meanness of society (Ch 53)

Shifengyuan Yoruichi stared at the man beside her, and a strange feeling quietly grew.
They were clearly in a relationship of skin contact and intermingling of breath, but at this moment she felt that she had never truly touched his inner self.
This feeling made her feel inexplicably irritated.
She couldn’t help but speak, with a hint of inquiry in her voice: “Mo Ze, tell the truth.”
“You came to this world this time, not just to catch up with me, right?”
Death God Moze turned his head with his usual relaxed smile on his face, as if she had asked an insignificant question.
“Don’t worry, Yoruichi.”
“Don’t be so nervous. I’m a certified Shinigami from Soul Society. I have a certificate.”
His nonchalant look greatly disrupted the seriousness that had just risen in Yoruichi.
This guy always has a way to make her helpless.
“As for why I came to this world…”
“Well, there are many reasons.”
“For example, the air here is freer?”
Ye Yi narrowed her eyes, waiting for his next words.
“For example, the variety of desserts here is richer than in Soul Society?”
“Mo Ze!” Ye Yi couldn’t stand it anymore. This guy started talking nonsense again.
Mo Ze chuckled and finally stopped beating around the bush.
“Okay, okay.”
“Simply put, the gears of fate have begun to turn.”
“Those who are sleeping, restless, and forgotten…will all appear on this small stage.”
“And I, of course, want to grab a front-row seat to enjoy this rare spectacle.”
Ye Yi frowned: “Just watching?”
Mo Ze turned his head, met her gaze, and a meaningful arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.
“Of course not just watching.”
“A wonderful play always needs some small ‘adjustments’ to better meet the audience’s expectations, doesn’t it?”
Yoruichi’s heart skipped a beat.
Adjustment?
What does he want to adjust?
What is Aizen’s plan? What is Hueco Mundo doing?
Or the future of the entire Soul Society?
“You…” Ye Yi’s voice was a little dry, “What do you want to do?”
Moze stretched out his finger and gently touched her lips, stopping her from asking further questions.
“Shhh.”
“Don’t ask so many questions.”
“I just want to make sure that this stage can eventually go in the direction I expect and stage the most magnificent chapter.”
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The girl’s Zanpakutō pierced the orange-haired boy’s chest.
But no blood was shed.
The light burst out, dispelling the darkness.
A new Grim Reaper was born here.
Kill the ferocious Xu with one strike.
Ichigo Kurosaki panted, looking down at the huge Zanpakuto in his hand with a dazed look in his eyes.
Rukia Kuchiki slumped to the ground, having almost exhausted all her strength.
Snap, snap, snap——
Crisp applause suddenly rang out.
“What a wonderful debut.” A smiling voice came, “Although I can’t see the whole picture, the spiritual pressure has already explained everything.”
The Grim Reaper Moze leaned leisurely against a telephone pole not far away, with a playful smile on his face.
“Captain Moser!” Rukia Kuchiki looked up suddenly.
When she saw the figure wearing the bear eye mask, her tense nerves relaxed at first.
Rukia thought she had a pretty good relationship with the God of Death, Moze.
And this captain never likes to follow the rules.
Maybe… maybe he would turn a blind eye?
Ichigo Kurosaki looked at the man who suddenly appeared warily and put Rukia half a step behind him.
Although I don’t know who he is, the pressure he exudes is far more terrifying than the monster just now.
Mozer ignored Ichigo Kurosaki’s slightly clumsy protective stance.
His figure flashed and appeared in front of Rukia Kuchiki like a ghost.
“Rukia-chan~”
He drawled out his tone deliberately, with a sense of amusement that sent chills down your spine.
“Illegal transfer of the power of the God of Death to humans.”
“This is a serious crime~”
Moze stretched out a finger and waved it slowly in front of her eyes.
“The eldest daughter of the Kuchiki family broke the law knowingly. What crime should she be punished for?”
“Captain Moser…”
Rukia’s voice was dry and hoarse, with undisguised panic.
“You…you have been here all this time?”
If he had been there from the beginning…
Then why didn’t he take action, but instead waited for himself to give power to Kurosaki Ichigo?
“Hey, Rukia.” Ichigo Kurosaki, who was confused about the situation, frowned, tightly gripped the disproportionately large Zanpakuto in his hand, and stared at Moze vigilantly.
“Who is he? Is he also the god of death?”
The God of Death Moze nodded slightly, his eyes moving between Kurosaki Ichigo and the sword in his hand, his smile unchanged.
“Hello.”
“I’m the captain of the 2nd division of the Gotei 13, Moze.”
His tone was gentle, as if he was making a normal self-introduction.
“Please advise me.”
Captain? Second Division?
Ichigo Kurosaki had no idea about these terms, he just thought the other party’s titles sounded very impressive.
Moreover, this person’s attitude was unexpectedly good.
“oh oh.”
He subconsciously relaxed his tense body a little.
“My name is Kurosaki Ichigo, and I’m a high school student.”
“High school students…”
Moze said nonchalantly.
“Are you interested in joining my team?”
Ichigo Kurosaki suspected that he had heard it wrongly.
Rukia’s eyes suddenly widened and she looked at Moze in disbelief.
“If you join us now,” Moser raised a finger, “I can make an exception and give you the position of the third officer directly.”
“The third officer?” Ichigo Kurosaki had no idea what this was.
“Yeah, it’s the senior cadre reserve.” Mo Ze explained casually, “As long as you work hard and show your value…”
He leaned forward and lowered his voice, with a kind of temptation as if he was describing a blueprint.
“In the future, I can even recommend you to become the next captain of the second squad.”
“ah?”
Ichigo Kurosaki was completely confused. He subconsciously scratched his iconic orange hair, his mind was a little confused.
“But I…I’m still in school.”
Moze’s smile deepened as if he had heard some expected and very interesting answer.
“What is school for?”
He asked back, his tone persuading.
“Hmm?” Kurosaki Ichigo didn’t follow his train of thought.
“After all, isn’t it all about finding a decent, high-paying job in the future and fighting for a bright and glorious future?”
Moser spread his hands and his tone became that of an experienced career planner.
“The salary of a Death God is very generous. If you perform well, you can get a lot of bonuses. There is no upper limit on your salary, so there is huge room for advancement.”
“Our Second Division is the elite among the elites, and one of the ace divisions of Soul Society.”
He began to enumerate the “benefits” in detail.
“As for working hours, they are relatively flexible and task-driven. You don’t have to clock in every day. As long as you complete your tasks, you are a good colleague.”
“The management hierarchy is flat, communication is efficient, and your opinions can easily be heard.”
“It’s not to mention the potential for development. I’m exposed to core secrets, so my growth rate is definitely fast.”
“The most important point,” Mozer raised his finger, “is that statutory holidays are absolutely guaranteed. Do you know Soul Society’s labor laws? They will never allow for any compensatory holidays!”
Ichigo Kurosaki was stunned by this series of words that sounded powerful yet so unfamiliar.
What about flexible working hours, flattening, and labor law adjustment of holidays…
He only vaguely understood that the salary was high and the holidays were guaranteed.
“Of course, when encountering urgent tasks, such as the situation just now, overtime is inevitable.”
“oh oh……”
Ichigo Kurosaki felt like his brain’s processing capacity was overloaded.
Although I didn’t understand most of it, it seemed… it sounded really good?
“Can I think about it for a moment?”
he asked hesitantly.