IQ
If brains matter at all.
"Don't you see it, taichou? It's great! It will be! Once I finish it, it will be the grand masterpiece in the name of science!"
"Is that so?"
"Yes! I really wonder why no one in Soul Society has tried this before, and now I'll be the first one! I just need your permission, and it's all good to go!"
"I see. My permission?"
"Yes, taichou! So that I can get all the data I need!"
"I see...very well, you have my permission. Should anyone try to impede you in your research, tell them that Unohana-taichou has given the word."
'Thank you, taichou! Very much thank you!"
And the new member of the fourth division rushed out. Isane giggled slightly, and Iemura--who was annoyed greatly by the newbie's interruption and silliness--lifted his chin in a dignified manner.
"Why did you give him the permission, taichou?" He grumbled.
"He seems so enthusiastic", Unohana said with a smile, "I would not dare to crush a young man's hopes."
"It's pointless, taichou", Iemura insisted, "Everyone knows how the eleventh division always gets the lowest shinigami entry exam score. We don't need a research to point that out."
"Iemura, please do not judge a book by its cover", Unohana scolded gently; "This paper he was so interested in, I was hoping it could straightened some biased opinions towards certain divisions."
"Or just proving that they were alright all along", Isane muttered. Iemura gave her a discreet grin.
"Regardless", Unohana uttered, "We all know how much the fourth division is always regarded as the weakest and the most useless ("Yeah, right. Wait until they are all laying on their beds begging for us", Iemura murmured.) division in Gotei 13. Perhaps this project can help us."
"It doesn't change the fact", Iemura scoffed, "that he is just a sore loser who regrets dying too much he wants to continue his work before he was a shinigami in the realm of the dead. It's just too much."
"Or maybe someone's just jealous", Isane said nonchalantly.
"I am not!" Iemura snapped. "MY primary concern is about how we can improve our work by studying how to interact with those divisions better, instead of calculating how much their brains would have weighted in figures!"
"Iemura, Isane", Unohana stressed, "I have given the word. We shall not discuss this matter outside of this office, unless the person requires so."
"Don't blame me if I'm concerned about how long he will live after publishing that", Iemura muttered before exiting Unohana's office.
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Unohana said nothing, not to the papers in her hands or to the very eager writer in front of her.
"So, what do you think taichou?" He asked apprehensively, "Did I miss something? Is the data not enough? Did I conclude wrong?"
Unohana still said nothing. "It's...perfect."
His face darkened. "Oh...I see..."
She caught the signs. "Oh, no, not in that way. It's really perfect. There isn't anything that is left out or any wrong calculations. Congratulations, you have just--is that the current phrase?--cut the grade?"
"Something like that, taichou", he said gleefully. He was bouncing up and down the balls of his feet, and it took all of Isane's will not to giggle out loud.
"I will keep it for now." Unohana carefully placed the papers in one of her shelves.
"But you will publish it, won't you, taichou?" He asked worriedly.
"I will", Unohana replied calmly, "But not now. I still have a lot of work to do."
"Uhmm..." The shinigami fidgeted.
"Do not worry", Unohana smiled, "I will make sure that your work will not be wasted. Now, don't you have a work to do?"
For Iemura was standing in front of the door, glaring as fiercely as ever at the ex-psychologist.
"Ah, yes! Excuse me! Thank you again!" He rushed out, still looking as though he was going to jump.
Iemura clicked his tongue impatiently, even more so at the giggling Isane.
"He is so childish!"
"Indeed", Iemura gravely remarked. "What did he wrote, taichou?"
"You may see for yourself as long as it doesn't leave this office", Unohana waved at the shelf.
Iemura took it, read the first page with disgust and quickly flipped to the end of the paper, at which he scowled and sneered. Isane, who was peering from behind, also did the same. Unohana wasn't even observing them.
"I was right", Iemura said after ten minutes, "This only goes so far as to prove the general stereotype."
"Definitely", Isane agreed, "The eleventh division always gets the lowest scores, some of our subordinates get the best scores...and the rest is a random pattern."
"A complete waste of time and paper", Iemura concluded. He pondered. "He'd be dead by the day of its publishment."
"He won't. It won't be published."
"It won't?" Isane remarked, surprised. "But you promised him!"
"I didn't promise him that no one could harm his work", Unohana smirked, "Besides, I would hate to see my subordinate dying for such a simple matter."
It took Isane three seconds to come up with an argument. "Then it will be wasted."
"Do you remember what the fourth division is for? We save lives. There is no point in endangering one."
"Anyway, do you think they really need to know about this?" Iemura said, waving the papers. It slipped through his fingers and ended up in the trash bin.
Isane glared at him.
He shrugged. "It was not on purpose."
"Then why did you give him in the permission in the first place?" Isane continued.
"He seems to regret his death so much. I want to at least ease that burden. Do not worry, Isane. He will soon forget about it. Much like we all do."
Iemura nodded feverishly.
"Iemura, assign that boy in the archive department", Unohana ordered.
"Right away." Iemura walked out, slightly brighter than when he had entered.
"Isane, please don't think about it", Unohana said.
"No...I wasn't thinking about that boy. Actually, I'm wondering why all the eleventh division members get the lowest score", the vice captain mused.
"Don't forget they are also the strongest members of Gotei 13", Unohana reminded.
"In other words brawls are traded for brains?" Isane cracked.
"Though I can't deny that in this case", Unohana smiled wryly, "I must say that prejudicement is dangerous."
"I know, I know."
The next day, the papers were all burned out like every other garbage by the very innocent writer, who didn't know anything about it and was ordered by Iemura to burn Unohana-taichou's garbage.