Whether training or confiding.
Whether indulging or remaining silent.
Everyone had their own things to do, and after everything settled, night fell.
As the final day before the ultimate battle, everyone unanimously began to 'indulge'.
Squad Seven, originally responsible for supervision, turned a blind eye to drinking behavior, and during this period, everyone who had already become close began their mutual socializing.
Renji and Bazz-B, both slightly drunk, had their arms around each other's shoulders. Both belonged to the somewhat roguish type and seemed to have common ground in this regard.
"I've actually been paying attention to your eyebrows for a while..."
"They're too stylish, you bastard!"
"Teach me, will you? How do you maintain them?"
No one in daily life could appreciate his aesthetic style, so this feeling of 'meeting a kindred spirit in a foreign land' at this moment gave Renji an impulse almost like tears welling up.
It couldn't be fake.
This guy was truly his brother from a different father and mother!
"You guy... actually have such good taste?! I misunderstood you before... I'm really sorry!"
Both seemed to rarely have people in their respective camps who understood these unique aesthetics.
Now they had found their organization and began crying while holding each other.
Not far away, Stark and Baraggan calmly looked at the grilled skewers and drinks in front of them, both hesitating to pick up their chopsticks.
"Baraggan... have you ever eaten this stuff?"
"No."
"It won't be poisonous, right..."
"As the former NO.1, don't you even have this much courage?"
"Then you try it first?"
"Ha! If this old man had that ability, would I have been ranked below you back then?!"
Ulquiorra, who was quietly savoring sake behind them, lowered his eyes and gave a very calm comment.
"Very boring beverage..."
Szayelaporro sitting across from him showed a rather enjoyable expression.
"Is that so? I think it has quite a bit of value worth savoring."
While saying this, he didn't forget to turn and look to the side, asking Grimmjow beside him.
"What do you think?"
The Panther King was chewing on a chicken skewer in his mouth, currently staring at the bamboo stick burned to charcoal, making a confused 'ah' sound.
"That kind of thing doesn't matter either way... look at this."
He raised his hand pointing to the bamboo stick in his hand.
"Do you think this thing is edible?"
—Caring for the disabled is everyone's responsibility.
Looking at the noisy group in the distance, the Soul Reapers as hosts were huddled in a corner.
"That group looks really happy..."
"After all, they're all country folks who probably haven't experienced this kind of culture."
"Lieutenant! That..."
Before that guy could speak, the supervising officers and lieutenants had already put on 'casual' expressions.
"The captain already said that tonight we're not worrying about those things... as long as no fights break out, do whatever you want."
So what could they do at such a time?
Naturally, imitate Renji and go communicate with others.
Although both sides once had blood feuds as barriers, under the premise that the truth had come to light and tomorrow would bring the end.
No matter how much internal struggle there was, it would be set aside under this external pressure.
People ultimately had curiosity.
About foreign cultures, different types of growth experiences, etc... the emotions surging in their hearts at this moment became the source urging everyone to begin communication.
The Fullbring group, also huddled in a corner, had no intention of participating, but under the push of such an atmosphere, they finally made symbolic contact.
Whether intentionally promoted, but more often it was spontaneous behavior.
Those who had once been enemies across the three worlds and viewed each other with hatred were now subtly resolving these grievances...
Of course, for males who were somewhat restrained and more inclined toward endurance.
The females on the other side were much livelier.
"Cheers!!!"
On the other side.
Rangiku's wild shouting made people's scalps tingle.
In the temporarily erected tent next door, the atmosphere had already reached its peak.
Rangiku, already flushed and having consumed who knows how much alcohol, perfectly displayed her 'crowd-pleasing' trait.
"What are you all standing around for? Come drink together! Finally gathering friends from all corners of the world... don't you want to say something?!"
What... what should they say?
The people present looked at each other.
Their expressions were hard to describe as either embarrassed or somewhat awkward.
After all, such an enthusiastic person really made them feel somewhat overwhelmed.
But... Rangiku never passively took hits. Rather than standing from an observer's perspective to weigh gains and losses, this guy seemed better at taking the initiative.
Finding the right opportunity, she directly pulled two people up.
"Ah!"
"Rangiku, you..."
Left arm embracing Orihime, right arm circling around Nanao's waist.
Rangiku, holding one in each arm and reeking of alcohol, let out a long laugh like a pervert.
"Ahaha, sorry~ I'm only a bit familiar with you two, so I can only pick on you!"
Not good.
A very bad premonition surged in both their hearts!
Big fool Rangiku, what do you want to do?!
But before the two could speak, Rangiku grinned and picked up two bottles of sake, shoving them into their mouths.
"Glug... pfft!"
Although they spat it out.
But alcohol was something easily absorbed.
Moreover, these two were people who 'never touched alcohol' and usually cared more about maintaining their image?
Both their faces reddened at a visibly rapid pace.
Orihime began sniffling and wanting to cry, but Nelliel nearby had already helped her stand up.
She wanted to say something to get justice for her.
But there was no time to speak...
Orihime had already grabbed her shoulder, now crying and burying her head in the other's chest.
"I'm so envious! So envious of your personality! Why can you so simply say what's in your heart? Nelliel, can you teach me?"
—This guy seemed already drunk?
After all, under normal circumstances, no one could imagine Orihime saying such direct words.
Nanao nearby swayed as she stood up, muttering 'how boring' and swaying as she tried to return to her seat.
Hiyori, with her bad temper, couldn't suppress her mood to cause trouble.
At this moment, she grinned and came over, lowering her voice as if telling secrets.
"Nanao, don't you have any inner thoughts you usually can't voice?"
Things usually unspeakable.
Shouldn't this kind of public occasion make it even harder to speak?!
No, friend, no.
Nanao's expression became somewhat wronged in an instant. Her lips moved slightly for a while, finally making sobbing sounds like whimpering.
"If I don't pay attention to age... I, I'll miss my marriageable period..."
As if unable to suppress her inner emotions, after a low moan, Nanao covered her face with both hands and began crying aloud.
Ah.
It felt like a somewhat sad topic.
But to some degree, it also stabbed many people present in the chest.
The originally cheerful Soul Reapers all felt as uncomfortable as if they'd swallowed flies.
Harribel and others from Hueco Mundo were obviously immune to this topic, even celebrating with their subordinates at this moment...
Among the Fullbring members who came from afar, Riruka obviously couldn't grasp where the key point was.
At this moment, she was taking small sips of non-alcoholic drinks, saying to her nearby companion.
"Why is everyone reacting so strongly?"
But Tristan had a grave expression as he rubbed his chin, seemingly having no intention of responding at this moment.
This guy was also starting to repeat words like 'marriageable period'...
Wait wait wait, you also have pressure in this regard?!
Compared to these people's noise, the Quincy side seemed much calmer.
After all, building good relationships was never simple, especially when their leader Liltotto wasn't an easy person to talk to.
Rather than drinking with Soul Reapers and Arrancar, she hoped more to communicate with them.
Understanding each other's abilities in advance would also lay groundwork for future actions.
But things went against her wishes.
After all, there would always be some genius-type individuals who wouldn't follow discipline and liked to act independently.
The most typical example was that guy who called herself the Quincy Queen...
Bambietta was completely unwilling to be outdone.
This guy directly rushed out at this moment, imitating Rangiku's actions and starting to shout on stage.
"Hey hey hey! Everyone look over here! Watch carefully... I am the future Quincy Queen! Also the future boss."
"If you have anything, just come find me! I'll also rule the entire Invisible Empire..."
"If you want to pledge loyalty, you must do it early!!!"
Was this guy's brain really normal?
Having this thought wasn't others... it was the female group members who were her companions.
"Has this guy gone crazy?"
Facing Liltotto's confused statement, the silent Meninas bent down and picked up an empty wine bottle from her feet.
"This..."
Giselle directly brought her head over, her expression becoming quite comical at once.
"That guy... drank it all?!"
Although she didn't know the alcohol content, just looking at Bambietta's complexion, you could tell this guy's condition was definitely wrong...
Liltotto seemed to have a headache as she pressed down her hat. Previously, she had wanted to maintain a relatively calm attitude, striving to observe the current situation with a cool, observational attitude.
Now this guy had caused such a commotion.
Continuing to pretend had no meaning.
"Drag that idiot back..."
"Okay~"
Giselle ran over, but before she could touch Bambietta, this guy dodged with an agile flash.
She appeared unusually flexible...
The alcohol seemed to have 'eased' her originally serious injuries quite a bit?
The smile on Giselle's face became somewhat stiff. After all, just catching a wounded person required so much trouble?
"Be a bit more obedient, okay? Hey? Bambi-chan~"
"No!"
Firmly refused.
Bambietta immediately stepped back several steps, directly coming to Rangiku's side.
This guy directly avoided the wine bottle in the other's hand and quite boldly poured herself a big gulp.
Puha!
"I, I want to announce something!"
This guy was still continuing to cause trouble.
But it had to be said... because of her previous outrageous behavior, everyone present was watching her with an attitude of watching a joke.
So what other fun could this guy create?
Even distant Harribel put down her wine cup and cast her gaze this way.
Bambietta let out a low cheer, as if cheering herself on, shouting forcefully at this moment.
"You, you definitely don't know this?!"
She raised her swaying left hand, pointing far toward Giselle not far away.
"This guy... is actually a man in drag!"
...
...…
...…
"Hah?!"
Giselle's expression completely froze on her face. It was hard to describe what the person involved was feeling at this moment.
But regardless.
This was indeed bombshell information in a certain sense.
And Bambietta was still continuously 'outputting'.
"I've actually known for a long time! But because he's also cute and doesn't do strange things, I didn't mind..."
"But recently, isn't it getting a bit too much?! We're clearly just friends, so why would you want to come to my room!"
"You're obviously not the type I like!!!"
Exploded, this completely exploded now.
Giselle rushed over in embarrassment and anger, looking like she wanted to make the other party shut up through physical means.
Liltotto shouted once and rushed over with the remaining group, obviously wanting to restrain both.
Candice, who had just entered the tent, looked at the already chaotic scene and showed a quite confused expression at this moment.
So what was the current situation?
The troublemaking drunks on the side began shouting loudly, while the distant Arrancar were laughing without speaking.
Tonight was long.
Tonight was also important.
Everyone harboring different thoughts was waiting for time to pass, some anxious, some uneasy.
At the same time...
Isshin, staying in the living world, was sitting helplessly crouched in the forest with a face full of helplessness.
His mission was somewhat complex.
Not only did he need to complete Urahara's arrangements, but he also needed to make decisions... safely delivering the target person before the most critical moment.
And before that?
He could only kill time in such places.
"Wah, wah, wah..."
Crying sounds came, giving Isshin a tremendous headache.
Although he was already the father of three children, it had to be said that Masaki had really taken good care of people back then.
This resulted in Isshin having completely no experience dealing with babies.
"So troublesome!"