Cold sweat beaded on Yuko's temple. She narrowed her eyes. "I told you, didn't I? The same move won't work on me twice."
"Is that so?" The white-haired woman casually raised a hand. Blood stained her black fingertips. She curled her fingers, flicked out her tongue to lick them, then spat on the floor. "Disgusting."
With a flick of her hand, she scattered the blood on her fingertips across the tatami.
Yuko rubbed her neck, her expression darkening. Her fingertips came away warm, and she lowered her eyes to the blood on them.
"I don't get it. Nothing about this looks like an even match."
It was so absurd that Yuko could not even bring herself to complain.
The last time the white-haired woman attacked, Yuko could say she had been careless and failed to dodge. But this time, she was certain she had dodged.
After what happened last time, Yuko had been completely focused. There was no chance she had let her guard down.
Even so, the white-haired woman had wounded her.
Weren't they supposed to be one and the same? Weren't their base stats supposed to be identical?
What part of this was identical?!
She couldn't see it!
Wasn't it obvious at a glance that this woman's base stats were higher than hers?!
The white-haired woman looked at Yuko coldly, her golden eyes eerily empty. "Because you're too weak-willed, I suppose. That's why your brain broke and you came up with such a pointless idea."
"Weak-willed? Pointless?" Yuko frowned and stepped forward, looking down at her. "You brush me off with that every time. Clearly, you have no intention of talking to me."
The white-haired woman remained calm. "Don't get it backward. You barged in here on your own."
Yuko met her eyes. "Yes, and you're my Zanpakuto