Savoring the robust flavor of his drink, Kishibe took a sip from his flask. It was evident he wasn't pleased with having a fiend in his squad.

Public safety mandated Kishibe to accept you, making him responsible for keeping you in check. While Kishibe didn't harbor hatred towards devils, unwanted responsibility for you weighed heavily on his shoulders.

"Welcome to my division, just don't get in the way." Kishibe ambled forward apathetically, as if he were indifferent to the unfolding events.