Orihime chuckled and stepped forward. "Just leave it to me."
She, Chizuru, Ishida, and Chad had not followed Rukia and Ichigo to support the 1st Division. Not only were there probably enough people already, but they could not keep up with their speed.
Ishida could use the Quincy's Feilian to keep up, but there was no reason for a Quincy to support Soul Reapers.
So they stayed at the Kasumioji Clan.
"Let me see." Orihime walked up to Rurichiyo and examined her condition. "You're in good health. No injuries."
"You two protected her very well."
"Eh? Really?! Th-That's only natural!"
Kenryu and Enryu immediately straightened their backs. They could not help giving Orihime a thumbs-up in their hearts. Well said.
Rurichiyo sighed in relief. At least Orihime was not dragging her to the Fourth Division for an examination. "I told you, we don't need to go to the Fourth Division..."
"There's no need to wait for the Fourth Division."
A sinister voice came from the roof.
Everyone instinctively went on guard and looked toward the roof.
A figure dropped straight down through the hole Amagai had made, kicking up a cloud of dust.
It was still the middle of the night, after all. Moreover, the banquet hall had been affected by their battle and was pitch-black in every direction, making it difficult to identify the newcomer.
But...
A trace of cold sweat appeared on Ishida's forehead. Both his hands had already formed the posture of drawing a bow. "What terrifying spiritual pressure."
Captain-level!
Undoubtedly captain-level!
Had that 3rd Division captain named Amagai returned? No. The feeling of this spiritual pressure was different. It did not belong to any captain he knew.
No matter how much a person grew stronger—even if his spiritual pressure rose directly from the twentieth rank to