Nothing Could Be Undone

"Byakuya Kuchiki! Kūkaku Shiba!!"

Yoruichi Shihoin's voice no longer carried its usual brightness and composure. It was a suppressed growl, like that of a wounded beast.

Her trembling hand gently stroked the unsealed coffin beside her.

Though she lacked the courage to lift its heavy lid, the fresh wooden marker standing before it bore the inked words "Yushiro Shihoin."

She could still guess what kind of cold, broken body lay within that narrow, dark space.

He was her most beloved younger brother, the child who had always followed behind her, calling, "Sister."

Yoruichi suddenly raised her head. Her golden eyes were bloodshot as she fixed her gaze on the two people before her, hatred and disbelief burning irrepressibly in her eyes.

"I specifically warned you this morning, didn't I, Yoruichi Shihoin?"

In contrast to Yoruichi's hysteria, Kūkaku Shiba remained remarkably calm.

She crossed her arms, and the corner of her lips even curled into a faint smile.

Looking at her former close friend, who had always disregarded others, now suffering in such pain, despair, and hatred, Kūkaku felt an indescribable thrill rise within her.

That's right. That expression.

This was how it should be.

Why should I be the only one struggling in hell while you kept dragging others down and still stood apart from it all?

So what exactly were you pretending to be so noble and innocent for!?

Yoruichi Shihoin!

"It was you? You deliberately guided all of this to get revenge on me, didn't you, Kūkaku Shiba!!"

Yoruichi Shihoin gritted her teeth. Her Spiritual Pressure became chaotic and violent from overwhelming rage, as though it would ignite the surrounding air.

"I don't understand! A person should answer for their own actions! I was the one who took the prisoner from you, so why did you go after