"That's it? You're seriously giving me money for that? Come on, don't be a stranger..."
That's what Kaiwan said, but Masatsuki watched as he stuffed the money into his pocket without any intention of returning it.
"Don't worry, the test is the same as always—Reiatsu assessment. Honestly, even passing that part is tough enough."
"In Rukongai, just having enough to eat is already an accomplishment. There aren't many who have strong Reiryoku to begin with."
"If the admission requirements get any stricter, hardly anyone from Rukongai will be able to pass."
"Fair point. Alright, I'll go register." Masatsuki handed Kaiwan another stack of money before turning to leave.
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The nobles in Seireitei were used to their lavish lifestyles, and some had a bizarre fascination with the so-called "junk" from Rukongai. He and Kaiwan had made a decent fortune running that trade.
Not to mention, Masatsuki had taken the opportunity to get acquainted with quite a few noble ladies and wives—engaging in some in-depth exchanges while making extra money on the side.
Of course, his client selection process was as strict as his personal training regimen.
Masatsuki had no complaints—he could only thank his good looks.
...
Masatsuki... Once he becomes a Shinigami, staying right under the nobles' noses... he'll probably behave himself, right?
Kaiwan thought to himself.
But that was just a passing thought—he wouldn't dare say it out loud.
Nobles valued their reputation above all else. If they were ruthless enough, they wouldn't hesitate to kill their own siblings. No one would care whether a mere gatekeeper lived or died.
A few years ago, Tokinada Tsunayashiro from the Tsunayashiro family had tortured and murdered his own colleagues, assassinated the heir to his clan, and even killed his own wife.
Captain Kyōraku had reported him, and Central 46 sentenced him to house arrest for a few centuries.
But for souls who could live for two to three thousand years, what was a few hundred years?
...
While Kaiwan mulled over his worries, the true culprit—Masatsuki—seemed completely at ease, casually flirting with one of the female examiners from the Shin'ō Academy.
"Examiner, we've been talking for a while now, but I still don't know your name."
"..."
The beautiful examiner hesitated for a moment before finally answering.
"Lisa Yadōmaru."
"So, Lisa Third Seat? I've heard Captain Kyōraku thinks highly of you. I wouldn't be surprised if you're promoted to Lieutenant soon." Masatsuki grinned.
"You know me?"
"Come on, don't underestimate me. I'm a businessman. I've got some solid connections in Seireitei."
Masatsuki reached into his coat and pulled out a stack of cards.
"Here, my business card. The name's Masatsuki Aozaki. Looking forward to working with you."
Lisa took one and glanced at it.
"Odd Jobs Agency..."
"That's right. The Odd Jobs Agency. As long as the money's good, we handle anything." Masatsuki flashed a charming smile. "Any service you need, we've got it."
"Any service, huh..."
Lisa eyed Masatsuki before scoffing, tucking the card away.
"Hmph, I'm not interested in those kinds of services."
But the moment she said it, a slight blush crept onto her face, tinged with irritation—perhaps even embarrassment.
This bastard, Masatsuki, actually had the nerve to say that to me?
For Lisa, who had spent years secretly indulging in books on certain topics, this was absolutely impossible to accept.
...And yet, impossible to reject.
Not to mention, she wasn't just here as an examiner. She had come from the Eighth Division on orders to scout potential recruits for the Gotei 13.
And here Masatsuki was, shamelessly flirting with her—in public, no less, right in the middle of the entrance exams.
If someone like him actually became a Shinigami and joined the Gotei 13...
He'd need some serious discipline.
Masatsuki Aozaki!"
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