After Urahara fed the last bit of cream to the black cat with his finger, everyone's rare cake feast that evening came to an end.
Asano Kiyoshi's face was slightly flushed, and his waist bent unnaturally. Enduring the pain, he said to the deeply embarrassed Nel:
"Nel, it's fine. Go upstairs and wash up first. Mr. Urahara and I need to talk."
Nel nodded at his words, though the blush had yet to fade from her face. She lowered her voice and said to Asano Kiyoshi:
"S-Sorry, Little Kiyoshi. I was just too stupid..."
Asano Kiyoshi immediately comforted her:
"It's okay, Nel. This isn't your fault. Besides, if it weren't for your treatment, I might not have even had the will to hold on! All right, go wash up quickly. Otherwise, when I come upstairs later, we'll be fighting over the bathroom again!"
Hearing Asano Kiyoshi's reassurance, Nel finally nodded. Then, with quick little steps, she ran up to the second floor to wash up obediently.
After glancing at Asano Kiyoshi, the black cat in Urahara's arms chose to follow Nel and ran up to the second floor with her.
Watching the two leave, Urahara patted his round, full belly. There was a trace of pleasure on his face, but it quickly turned serious as he looked at Asano Kiyoshi and asked:
"Little Kiyoshi, there's something I want to ask you. It concerns whether you can continue staying at this shop, and it also relates to some information I'll be telling you later. So I hope you'll answer me truthfully."
Asano Kiyoshi was briefly taken aback by Urahara's words, then nodded. He knew that for people like Urahara and the Visoreds, someone from Soul Society would inevitably make them wary and uneasy.
Finding out his identity would also help him