The Vanishing Race

Rukia twisted her fingers somewhat awkwardly. "Although my teacher sometimes... well, she often talks about trouble, but... she's very good to me, to Ichigo, and to everyone."

Ichigo drooped his eyes and waved his hand. "No, no, no. You should finish what comes after 'sometimes.'"

Yuko slapped him over the head and glared coldly at him. "Do you have a problem with me?"

The corner of Ichigo's mouth twitched slightly. Who would dare have an opinion?

Would they?

"I'm not some demon who refuses to listen to reason." Yuko shrugged. "I understand the principle of separating the matter from the person."

"To be honest, the history of the Bavent was within my expectations."

"So I didn't really have much of a reaction."

"Other than getting the origins of the Bavent wrong." Yuko had originally thought that the Bavent were more or less like the Quincy. "It doesn't really matter anyway. They're both races slaughtered by Soul Reapers."

"...No, now that I think about it, Soul Reapers really should just die."

Ichigo couldn't help muttering, "So this is what women are like?"

"Yes, this is what women are like." Yuko looked at him dangerously. "If you keep running your mouth, you'll get beaten up by a woman like this later."

Ichigo: "..."

Rukia smiled faintly. "Although my teacher often says excessive things, she has never truly stood by and done nothing. Even though she hates Soul Society, she still saved a troublesome Soul Reaper like me, didn't she?"

Yuko gave a derisive snort and waved dismissively, looking somewhat disgusted. "That's because rescuing you didn't take much effort. Otherwise, I definitely would have kicked you straight back to Soul Society."

She really wasn't honest at all.

"Enough. Since you're not dead, hurry up and get lost." Yuko rose to her feet, her