The Next Day, Bankai Shitsujo

The next day, in the Underground Space beneath the Urahara Shop.

"So, you really want to try it?" Yuko sighed, looking at Yoruichi, who was grinning at the edge of the arena like a cat that had successfully stolen fish. "I don't think that's an ability suitable for putting on a show."

At the edge of the arena, besides Tekka Makizō and Suzu, who had lost at rock-paper-scissors—though calling it rock-paper-scissors was generous, since Senta had simply punched Suzu on the head and bullied her.

Yuko felt somewhat compelled to correct the boy's temperament.

Kisuke Urahara, Senta, and Yoruichi were all looking at Yuko curiously.

"Come on, enough chatter." Yoruichi sat on a rock, a hint of anticipation in her golden eyes. "Who was it that seriously claimed yesterday that she was a god?"

"Kisuke was so curious that he couldn't sleep all night, right? Kisuke?" Yoruichi glanced sideways with interest.

Kisuke Urahara snapped open his fan, covering half his face. His deep eyes indeed held a rare trace of curiosity.

"Please, Yuko. Let me see it."

Yuko wore an exasperated expression. "What do you all take me for...?"

A circus monkey?

If they wanted a performance, she had to perform.

Kisuke Urahara fanned himself. "Don't worry. I already had Mr. Tessai set up a barrier beforehand. Nothing will go wrong."

"No, that's not the problem... Fine, fine." Yuko could not resist them and sighed in acceptance. "Just a little demonstration, okay?"

"This ability consumes quite a lot."

Yoruichi said in surprise, "How unusual. I never thought I'd hear those words from you."

In her impression, other than the time Yuko had fought Captain-Commander Yamamoto, Yuko had never been exhausted by a battle. Her stamina was practically limitless.

Yuko gently drew her Zanpakuto and held it level before her, softly