Yuko put away her Zanpakuto and strode into the Second Division headquarters with a spring in her step.
The Stealth Force's training ground was thick with tension. Dozens of members in black combat uniforms were attacking Soi Fon in the center.
But their tight formation broke apart in an instant before her. She vanished from their sight, followed by a string of dull blows and bodies hitting the ground.
Within seconds, every one of the dozens of Stealth Force members lay sprawled on the ground.
Soi Fon reappeared in the center of the field. She swept a cold gaze over the fallen members and snapped at them.
"Too slow! With reflexes like that, are you trying to make yourselves targets on the battlefield? Again!"
The members gritted their teeth against the pain and started to rise, but Soi Fon's brow suddenly furrowed. Sensing something, she turned toward an unfamiliar figure who had appeared at the edge of the field.
From a distance, the girl looked no older than sixteen or seventeen. She stood with her arms crossed, watching the one-sided beating with relish.
When Soi Fon made out her face, her stern expression cracked, and her eyes widened.
Black hair, purple eyes—but that face was unmistakably Sister Yuko's.
Yet that build, that youthful look... She was clearly a girl who hadn't finished growing!
"Hey, little Soeiling. Happy New Year." Yuko stopped at the edge of the formation and raised a hand in a familiar greeting, a familiar wicked smile playing on her lips. "Training hard, I see."
"...Sister Yuko?" Soi Fon called tentatively, uncertainty still in her voice.
"The very same." Yuko spun in place, showing herself off. "Well? Isn't my new look a treat for the eyes?"
What kind of 'look' is this? She's practically changed bodies!
*...Could this