Witnessing the Bavents' End

In the room behind Urahara Shop, corpses lay neatly strewn across the floor.

"Hey, what was with your spiritual pressure just now?" After her anger had subsided, Yoruichi brought up the matter again, staring seriously at Yuko with her golden eyes.

That spiritual pressure had made her feel extremely irritated. It wasn't like Yuko's usual attitude at all.

Yuko shrugged. "Didn't I already say? I was just scaring them."

Yoruichi looked at Tekka Makizō, who was busy working, and couldn't help rolling her eyes. "If you mean scaring your own people, then you certainly succeeded."

Yuko spread her hands. "How was I supposed to know they were so weak?"

From Yuko's attitude, Yoruichi knew the woman wasn't going to tell the truth. She turned and questioned Soi Fon with her eyes.

Soi Fon gently shook her head, indicating that she didn't understand what had happened either.

Yoruichi sighed, and the room gradually fell silent.

Yuko sat before the tea table, holding a cup of freshly brewed tea that sent wisps of white steam into the air. Her lowered red hair swayed gently as she stared blankly at the wood grain on the floor.

"Everyone's been treated."

At last, Tekka Makizō and Suzu's group of three finished giving everyone's injuries a basic treatment.

The injuries weren't serious. Even Ichigo, who was in the worst condition, had already recovered considerably on the outside thanks to Inoue's treatment. After Tekka Makizō treated him, he was basically fit to move again. He simply hadn't regained consciousness yet.

Yoruichi had returned to her black cat form and was crouched on Yuko's thigh. As she washed her face with a paw, she grumbled, "Do you even know what you're doing?"

Soi Fon watched Yoruichi lying on Yuko's thigh with envy.

No, she wasn't envious of Yoruichi.