The End of Each

"What... about the remaining Rukon Districts?"

Having figured that out, Kirio no longer cared to dwell on the matter.

Judging by loyalty, he, a defeated general forced to surrender by circumstance, truly could not compare to Tōshirō and the others.

But now that he saw Ross was still not impatient and was willing to continue speaking with him as if he were a subject, he naturally seized the opportunity and continued asking.

He wanted to shamelessly ask a few more questions, to see whether he could save more places in Soul Society during this reckoning.

"If you include me as well, how much would I be worth?"

Before Ross could answer Kirio's question, Yoruichi Shihoin, who had been leaning against the rubble, suddenly tore off her tattered Captain's haori.

She stepped forward, raised her head, and asked loudly in an extremely flamboyant tone.

The moment her words fell, a considerable commotion erupted among the surviving Shinigami below. Many of them looked at her with utter surprise and shock.

Kūkaku Shiba, standing behind Ross's camp, looked at Yoruichi with undisguised contempt and a cold sneer.

In Kūkaku's eyes, the Shihoin Family had been torn apart because of Ross. Yoruichi's closest person, Kisuke Urahara, and her most loyal subordinate, Soi Fon, had both died directly or indirectly because of him.

Burdened by such a blood feud, at this moment when she should have fought to the death, Yoruichi Shihoin had actually shrunk back in confusion.

She even wanted to imitate Kirio, trading her body and surrender for the lives of a few unrelated Rukon District civilians?

What kind of sacrifice for the greater good was that supposed to be?

It was simply a joke!

In Kūkaku's eyes, Yoruichi was merely running away from reality.

Ross had clearly already broken her spine. She