Chapter 3

So, in the end, I was unable to get any help from the world of the living.

What were you thinking, Shuhei?!

If I hadn't escaped when I did, I'd have been roped into working my stupid butt off at Urahara's Shop, too!

So, how are things going on your end?

So far, we've only managed to make arrangements for food with Lieutenant Omaeda.

So things aren't going at all, then.

Hey, come on! Now our only choice is to go around asking people who might be enthusiastic about Christmas to hype up the party!

People who might be enthusiastic about Christmas, huh? Yumichika knows a lot about the world of the living. How about him?

Oh yeah! Of course! Let's go with him!

You're starting to get less and less picky about the details, aren't you?

The Men's Soul Reaper Association is having a Christmas party? I respectfully decline.

Why?!

I'm not having some drinking party with a whole load of shabby reprobates like you. I couldn't bear it.

Wow, that was blunt. Isn't Squad 11 the shabbiest of them all, though?

To each his own, right? And I'm busy with another event right now, so if you don't want to join in, you'd better leave.

Oh, if it isn't Tetsuzaemon! Are you here for the end-of-year sparring festival? You sure hear about things fast!

What kind of festival is it?

It's basically a sparring tournament for court guards, so if you guys wanna join in, go right ahead.

What's this, a last-minute entry?

C-Captain Zaraki?!

You might as well have some fun since you're here.

Eek.

C'mon, you can do better than that! Give me all you've got!

C-Come on, give me a break!

Once more, Tetsuzaemon!

Cut it out! There's no end in sight with you!

Shuhei, Izuru, we're out of here!

Tch, you're giving up already?