Melancholy was like a yawn—it always infected others without them realizing it.
Hachigen Ushōda looked at the saddened Urahara and extended his brawny arms, gently wrapping them around his waist and hugging the grieving man.
Feeling the heartwarming heat against his waist, Kisuke Urahara felt like he was about to die...
Like a cat being held up, he struggled wildly within the brawny man's arms.
But a little man like you was born to be eaten by an Uncle like me, Tessai~
Hehehehehehe!
Come on, struggle harder!
"Nooo~!" (A long trailing note~)
Watching the two clowns fool around, Asano Kiyoshi felt much of the worry in his heart fade away.
He comforted himself inwardly. A busy man like Aizen probably had no time to care about some clueless young punk like him. What he ought to be doing was something evil, something that would overthrow the government...
For example... monitoring clueless young punk Ichigo Kurosaki from before he was even born...
Damn it! Aizen really did seem pretty damn bored!
Thinking of Aizen's many evil deeds in the original story, Asano Kiyoshi felt his scalp go numb.
Shaking his head, Asano Kiyoshi continued questioning the now-calm Urahara.
"Urahara Shopkeeper, um, do you have any clues? About the people following me."
Without any hurry, Urahara straightened his clothes, coughed, cleared his throat, and said to Asano Kiyoshi,
"As for that person's identity, I don't have many leads for the time being. However, it wasn't several people following you, but one person! I hope you remember that, Little Kiyoshi."
"Second, there's another piece of bad news. In about two months, another group of Shin'o Spiritual Arts Academy students will be coming to Karakura Town for training. According to my information, the Tsunayashiro Clan is very likely to make a move then. You