We Can Dine Yuko Again

Just as Kisuke Urahara was feeling pleased with his performance, Renji, who had just raised his voice by an octave, suddenly wilted.

"E-even if we really are weak... saying it so bluntly is pretty harsh..."

Renji crouched in the corner, drawing circles on the ground with a resentful air.

That was fast! He folded that fast!

Everyone roared inwardly.

Ishida was enjoying this far too much as well. He sneered. "Looks like Teacher really does understand us. Though it sounds a little harsh, you Soul Reapers really are a bunch of useless weaklings."

"After all, your crude fighting style, which relies solely on brute force, really is insignificant before true technique. The fact that Teacher can see this proves that she has truly discerning eyes."

Renji's finger, still drawing circles, froze. He leaped to his feet, veins bulging at his temples, and shouted while pointing at Ishida's nose, "Hey! Four-Eyes! Who are you saying only knows how to rely on brute force?! And that woman's 'useless weaklings' definitely includes you Quincies too!"

"No." Ishida calmly turned his face away. "Teacher only mentioned Soul Reapers. She never mentioned Quincies. This proves that, in Teacher's eyes, Quincies have class."

Renji snorted disdainfully. "You have class?"

"What did you say, you savage red-haired baboon?"

"Want to fight, you weak glasses man?"

Ichigo stared blankly. "Enough, you two."

Kisuke Urahara: "..."

He had thought things would be much simpler. He had never expected these people's fear of Yuko to have already penetrated to the marrow of their bones.

Compared to the others arguing here, Chizuru instead looked at Kisuke Urahara with a puzzled expression.

"What exactly is that race called the Bavent? Are they strong?"

"Very strong." Kisuke Urahara lowered his eyes, hiding his face behind his fan. "Yuko said so herself, after all.