Generally Speaking

Yoruichi looked up at Yuko and asked directly, "Where?"

"A Western-style mansion on the outskirts of the city... That part is just like a vampire. I should've thought of it sooner." Yuko teased with narrowed eyes. "Maybe they're even dressed as vampire Earls, with coffin-shaped beds."

"..."

Yoruichi's eyes grew more solemn, and her voice dropped. "The Bavents... What exactly are they trying to do?"

As she spoke, her golden eyes turned toward Kisuke Urahara.

Kisuke Urahara blinked and let out an awkward laugh. "Don't stare at me like that. I don't..."

Before he could finish, Yuko whipped her left hand around and flung the sheath at him.

"Whoa, that was close." Kisuke Urahara quickly ducked aside.

Yuko hadn't attacked seriously. She showed no anger when Kisuke dodged, merely saying calmly, "I'm not interested in your special training, but honestly, I don't think this group can fulfill the purpose special training is supposed to serve."

"The person with the strongest spiritual pressure should be at the level of a mid-ranking captain, close to the upper rank."

"The others..."

Kisuke Urahara raised his hand. "Hold on. What do you mean by mid-ranking and upper-ranking captains?"

"Is it that hard to understand?" Yuko counted on her fingers as though it were obvious. "People like Love Aikawa, Toshiro Hanamaki, and Kensei Muguruma are worthless trash—the lowest-ranking captains."

"Kyoraku and Sister Hana are at the upper level."

"Yoruichi can barely be considered middle-ranking, although I'd really like to put her..."

Yuko stopped halfway. The corner of Yoruichi's eye twitched. "You mean this guy ranks higher than me?"

She pointed her tail at Urahara.

Kisuke Urahara began grinning, covering his face with his fan. "Yoruichi, saying that is just humiliating yourself. Isn't it obvious to anyone with eyes?"

Yoruichi turned and glared at him.

Yuko