The Seireitei experienced another day with changing clouds and gusting wind. A captain was dozing off under the shade of a large tree. Taking a closer look, you can see that he had a straw hat on and a grass weed in his mouth. A kimono with pink floral patterns covered his Shihakushō. a peculiar palate, certainly.

"Spying on someone while they are napping is rather, impolite my friend."

The captain suddenly spoke up to you in a teasing manner, his player charm seeping through his words.

The rose bushes filled with thorns in front of you barely provided any coverage. It's not like it could hide your spiritual pressure anyway.

Besides, it's not a sin to stare. It was hard not to notice a man in a pink haori like him. So naturally, you were curious.