"This is nice, Karakura Town's everyday life."
Shinji Hirako leaned against the wall, one hand supporting his lower back as he gazed leisurely at the sky. The setting sun gradually parted the clouds, staining the heavens a dusky yellow. Unfortunately, the stray Hollows in the sky were like black specks, occupying large swaths of it and ruining the rare beauty.
"What's so nice about it?"
Hiyori clicked her tongue, unable to stand that expression, then jumped up and smacked Shinji on the head.
"I'm telling you..." Shinji ground his teeth, rubbed the back of his head, and chose to endure it.
"What about me?"
Hiyori landed and folded her arms, shooting him a sidelong glance.
"...Nothing."
Hiyori snorted coldly, reluctantly forgiving him, then changed the subject. "So, how long are we supposed to stay in this godforsaken place?"
Shinji sighed and shoved his hands into his pockets. "Can't be helped. Urahara likes to keep things hidden, but since he said so, all we can do is wait here."
They soon learned that Aizen had betrayed them and taken the Hogyoku, and Urahara had invited them back to Karakura Town at the same time.
As a place with an exceptionally high concentration of spiritual particles, Karakura Town was very likely to be Aizen's next target.
That was what he had said.
Kensei looked up at the sky. "We're not doing anything?"
Shinji lowered his head, his eyes half-closed. "No. With Yuko around, even if the sky fell, she could hold it up."
"Is that so?"
Kensei casually handed the can in his hand to Shinji, then returned to the factory without another word.
Unlike idiots like Hiyori and Shinji, a reliable adult would not waste his time. He had to go train at the Training Ground.
"Here." Shinji casually passed the