The silence is cut by the unexpected slam of the door and the dissatisfied and therefore hasty steps of Mayuri.

Let it be known to you that I am here only at the whim of my superiors, since I do not believe that your useless moral teachings will benefit anyone.

Mayuri says deliberately condescendingly, sinking into an easy chair. Wanting to show his dissatisfaction with this psychological testing, he casually leans back in his chair, crossing his legs. Crossing his arms over his chest, the captain can barely restrain his bile-filled speech, in which he would have explained that he does not need psychological help. The whims and innovations of the new commander-in-chief will already irritate him. Not everything that is in the standard instructions in the world of the living can be applied to the Seireitei. If it weren’t for these bold decisions made within the walls of the research institute, shinigami would still lag behind mortals, and now they are trying to limit it with ethics and morality.

Nonsense!

Unbeknownst to himself, he voices his thoughts