Eating, Eating, Eating

When Yuko was first taken in, this idiot had looked half-dead, showing no respect for life or death whatsoever.

Now this really was the sun rising in the west. A ghost had appeared.

After Yuko showed off for a moment, Mayuri Kurotsuchi really didn't dare lay a hand on Yoshino. He could only grit his teeth and glare resentfully at everyone before hurriedly leaving the 12th Division with his subordinates.

Clearly, he had suffered a setback here and was rushing off to search for Bavents elsewhere.

When it came to this Bavent invasion, if there was anyone especially proactive, Mayuri Kurotsuchi definitely counted. He truly lived up to his reputation as a research fanatic.

His fanaticism had reached the point of ignoring life, which made Yuko feel somewhat uncomfortable.

After leaving the 12th Division, Yuko paid no attention to the chaos that had descended upon the Seireitei.

Reiatsu still surged chaotically in every direction, with explosions sounding everywhere.

After being strengthened once again by her blood and the reiatsu of Soul Society, even Captain-level fighters could contend with these Bavents. For the Gotei 13, which had yet to fully recover after the incident with Aizen, they posed a challenge—not a huge one, but not a negligible one either.

Yuko clutched the booklet she had taken from Rangiku and lightly stepped across the tangled rooftops of the Seireitei.

"The first one is nearby."

Yuko stopped in front of a remote warehouse. She had no idea which Division's territory it belonged to. She had never properly figured out the locations of the various Divisions in the Gotei 13.

Yuko dropped from the roof and pressed her right hand against the floor. Reiatsu seeped into the ground through her fingertips, quickly returning a cold, heavy sensation of resistance.

Her reiatsu sank into