Transfer Student

"You're only realizing that now?" Yuko swept her blade across the ground. "Isn't it obvious?"

As soon as her voice fell, the ground split beneath the edge of her sword, the fissure spreading all the way to Kisuke Urahara's feet.

Urahara hurriedly leaped into the air, dodging the spiritual-pressure slash.

Strands of blood-red thread rapidly crisscrossed over the ground, linking the separated sections. Like stitches, they tugged the ground downward, stretching and pulling the rocks on both sides free until they resembled two enormous gates closing around Urahara.

Boom~

The next moment, the massive rocks shattered, and Urahara's figure appeared in midair.

Yuko's arm suddenly split apart without warning. It wasn't the arm that had been severed earlier; from top to bottom, the entire limb had been divided cleanly in two, looking terrifying.

Yuko wasn't surprised. This was Urahara's Bankai, an ability that covered an entire domain.

As long as something had come into contact with his Zanpakuto, he could modify it within the range of his domain.

Although she had stitched up that slash just now, it had undeniably struck her.

The arm, split apart like a slab of meat, was soon threaded through by crazily weaving blood-red strands. In an instant, it was stitched back together, without even leaving a trace of needlework.

Urahara's gaze darkened. He had to admit that Yuko was truly a genius.

She had only just learned about his ability, yet she was already using it with such mastery.

It wasn't over yet. Before Urahara had even landed, the once-flat floor of the Training Ground seemed to come alive. Under the guidance of the red threads, it was as though bombs had been planted across the ground. In the blink of an eye, the entire Training Ground shattered at its various nodes, breaking apart