The moment Yinsen said that, Yoruichi suddenly felt weak all over. She could no longer hold the short blade in her hand, and it fell to the side. Her legs could no longer support her body either, and she toppled forward.
At that moment, if Yinsen had stepped forward, he could have easily caught the limp Yoruichi in his arms. In this quiet, beautiful little grove with no one else around, something indescribable might even have happened.
Even if he had stayed where he was, he could have waited for her to crash into him, taken advantage of the situation, and then blamed it on her.
Yet Yinsen chose neither. As he turned around, he took a step back, and Yoruichi, whose legs had gone weak, promptly and solidly faceplanted on the ground.
The powerless Yoruichi slammed straight into the ground. Yinsen waited for the dust kicked up by the impact to settle before crouching down. One hand rested the invisible longsword on his shoulder, while the other extended a finger and lightly poked the back of Yoruichi's head.
"..."
Her limp body did not affect her ability to think, nor did it stop her from speaking. Mustering what little strength she had, Yoruichi turned her head slightly and looked at Yinsen out of the corner of her eye.
"Is this your Zanpakuto's ability?"
"How did it feel after experiencing it firsthand?"
"A guy like you... really ought to join the Second Division."
Yoruichi's combat instincts and reactions were both quick. She had already realized that this poisoned state of weakness throughout her body was Yinsen's Zanpakuto ability. She had never actually touched the blade—she had not been cut by it, nor had it even grazed her. The only physical contact had been when she was brushed by the gust