What Kind of Chuunibyou Is This Guy?

Yuko took the Shinigami uniforms and tossed one to Orihime Inoue, then looked at Kotetsu Isane as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

"Then, everyone, get some good rest."

Yuko stopped her. "Wait a second. Aren't there too few uniforms?"

"Huh?" Kotetsu Isane looked blankly between Yuko and Orihime Inoue. "Th-there are two, aren't there?"

"Here, here." Yuko pointed at Yoruichi above her head. "Isn't there still one more person?"

"Do you have one in a child's size? Please bring a smaller one."

Kotetsu Isane's eyes went vacant.

Yoruichi rolled her eyes and waved Isane off. "Don't bother with this idiot."

After Kotetsu Isane left, the room fell silent for a moment. Yuko lifted the Shinigami uniform that belonged to her toward her head.

"Do you want it?"

"No."

"Then I don't want it either."

As Yuko finished speaking, the casual clothes on her body transformed into a close-fitting Shinigami uniform amid a burst of flowing light.

"Ehh~" Orihime Inoue was still holding her clothes without putting them on, and her eyes widened at the sight.

Yoruichi was stunned for a moment. "Why is this scene different from before?"

Yuko's clothes had been transformed from her flesh and blood. Where would any light have come from?

"Ah, I used my Zanpakuto's ability to cover it up." Yuko patted the sheath of her Zanpakuto and said with a grin.

"...Don't use your Zanpakuto's ability for something like this!" Yoruichi complained furiously.

Yuko smoothed out her clothes. The wide sleeves and hem swayed gently with her movements, while her long white hair, reaching her waist, flowed down her back, forming a stark contrast with the pure-black Shinigami uniform.

"I've always thought these clothes were really inconvenient for fighting." Yuko adjusted her clothes. "They don't feel as practical as the Stealth