Still the Tsundere Type

Yuko was like a live mine on the battlefield. You knew she was there and might not step on her, but if you completely ignored her, she might run into the enemy's hands at some point without you even realizing it.

Aizen could never possibly ignore Yuko's combat power.

In other words, when Aizen launched an attack, it would certainly be when he was confident he could deal with both the Captain-General and Yuko.

As the afterglow of the setting sun was gradually swallowed by the night, the streetlights of Karakura Town lit up one after another.

"Yo, everyone. Sorry for the wait~"

As the door was pulled open, Kisuke Urahara entered the room carrying an enormous clay pot like a waiter, instantly perking up Ichigo and the others, who had still been staring blankly at one another.

"Ohhh! Finally!" Renji's eyes practically glowed, and the chopsticks in his hand moved so fast they left afterimages. "I've been starving!"

Senta sneered, "Hmph. A freeloader sure has a lot to say."

Renji: "..."

How many times do I have to say it, you bastard?!

"That is..." Orihime looked behind Urahara at the several plates of premium beef with clear snowflake marbling that Tekka Makizō had brought in, and couldn't help exclaiming, "So much meat!"

"Of course. After all, Yuko's treating us tonight." Kisuke Urahara set down the pot with a beaming smile, taking the opportunity to disgust Yuko as well.

Yuko, seated in the place of honor, didn't even raise her eyelids. She merely toyed with the empty teacup in her hand and said coolly, "If you don't add the preface, 'Although Yuko paid for everything, Kisuke Urahara did the running around and shameless begging,' I'll throw you into the pot as a base."

"Haha, Yuko, you really know how