Restricted-Grade Shinigami

" I'm telling you, kid, don't be so ungrateful. Isn't a seated officer position good enough for you? For a Soul Reaper Academy student who hasn't even graduated, this kind of offer is a massive stroke of luck! " At the table, Shin looked on with hazy, drunken eyes, as if struggling to focus on the well-endowed, blonde woman sitting across from him. The izakaya was a bit noisy, and the tables weren't spaced far apart, but the one Shin occupied was particularly conspicuous—of course, it wasn't Shin drawing the attention, but the woman opposite him. " A seated officer, huh... what seat was it again? " Shin slurred, his tongue heavy. " The twenty-third seat. " " Ah, third seat. " Shin said as if suddenly understanding. " Alright then, since Miss Rangiku is so insistent, it'd be rude of me to—h