"Company president?" Soi Fon crossed one arm over her chest and said awkwardly, "But wouldn't it be strange to call her Little Yoruichi?"
"Then just call her Yoruichi." Sister Yuko sighed, utterly exhausted in body and mind.
"...It feels strange. I'd better call her Lady Yoruichi."
"My head is about to split open~" Sister Yuko clutched her head in both hands and slammed her face into the bar counter in agony.
It hurt. Her head hurt. It hurt like never before, as if it were about to tear apart.
"Sister Yuko?" Soi Fon jumped at her exaggerated reaction.
Sister Yuko took a deep breath and slowly calmed herself. "Little Soeiling, if you don't even dare call someone by name and have to use an honorific like 'Lady,' how is that any different from accompanying your boss on a shopping trip?"
Soi Fon hesitated. "Th-that..."
It wasn't really Soi Fon's fault. Growing up in an environment like the Seireitei, where she had been trained as an assassin since childhood, no one could expect her values to be particularly normal.
Sister Yuko placed a hand on Soi Fon's shoulder, her expression complicated. "You've had it rough all these years."
Soi Fon froze slightly. "Huh?"
Sister Yuko said sentimentally to Yoshino, "This child wasn't very smart even back then. When I took her out to buy candy, I even used her money."
Yoshino's expression was blank. "What kind of scumbag are you?"
Soi Fon froze again, recalling the times she had gone shopping with Sister Yuko.
Back then, it seemed...
She had thought Sister Yuko was pitiful because she didn't even have money to buy candy, so she had...
That would definitely hurt her feelings. Better not say it.
"Th-then what am I supposed to do?" Soi Fon looked utterly aggrieved. "Whenever I