Although he had indeed prepared himself mentally for this beforehand.
After seeing what the other person looked like, Arima Shizuya still could not help but sigh. That dark skin really was hereditary.
There was even less need to mention how similar the siblings were.
Even with how Yushiro started sniffling and crying at the slightest disagreement, he actually seemed more like a traditionally feminine girl.
Shouldn't the two of you have swapped personalities instead...
Of course, he only muttered such things to himself inwardly.
Once Yoruichi Shihouin turned her gaze toward him, Arima Shizuya's expression could not help turning serious.
The memory of being choked unconscious by her Rear Naked Choke surfaced in his mind.
His neck began to ache faintly...
"Yo! Arima Shizuya, I've been waiting for you!"
At a time like this, he naturally had to respond respectfully. After all, he was on someone else's turf, and he had come here to learn.
But before he could open his mouth.
A rather icy voice came from nearby.
"Why do you not kneel before milady?"
...What kind of bootlicking remark was that?
The words left Arima Shizuya dazed for a moment. Turning his head, he saw a slender figure kneeling in the corridor beside them, glaring fiercely at him.
She was a woman with short hair and blunt bangs.
She wore the standard skin-tight covert operations uniform of the Second Division. Small and delicate, her features were closely set.
Once she had fully grown up, she would surely have been a rather classically beautiful woman.
Yet her deeply furrowed brow completely ruined that impression. It was as though everything in her heart had been written across her face; at that moment, she radiated a powerful emotion.
—Disdain.
I don't think I've done anything to offend her, have I?
And