Gotei 13, 11th Division Barracks...
Rather than barracks, though, it was more like a Swordsmanship Dojo standing amid ruins.
After all, aside from that enormous "Swordsmanship Dojo," everything else had already been flattened by construction crews! The workers had been sent by the Shihoin Clan, while the Omaeda Clan had provided the "money." In Chisato's words, it counted as tuition for Araki to educate their child...
Not only that, but the Omaeda Clan had bought several surrounding streets and gifted them to Araki as a present for the new Gotei 13, 11th Division! Araki could not help cursing inwardly, A bunch of filthy rich bastards!
Right now, on the dojo grounds, Araki stood facing the young Shihoin Yoruichi.
"I still haven't acknowledged you!"
Yoruichi, small as a little radish, folded her arms across her flat chest and spoke to Araki with arrogant pride.
"That's fine, because I haven't acknowledged you either."
Araki had never been one to suffer a loss, so he immediately shot back at Yoruichi.
"It's not impossible for me to acknowledge you. As long as you defeat me, I'll acknowledge you!"
Yoruichi looked at Araki and spoke as if it were a given.
"There's no need for all that trouble. You don't need to acknowledge me. Once the Tenchuren comes down from the sky, I'll send you away."
As Araki spoke, he even waved at Yoruichi, indicating that the two people who could not stand the sight of each other would soon be separated. Ideally, they would never meet again...
"Take this!"
However, Yoruichi clearly had no intention of letting Araki off so easily. Swift as lightning, she turned into a black shadow and charged at him.
"What fast footwork. To possess such strength at this age, she truly is a child of the Shihoin Clan."
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