"Hey, you bastards, are you messing with me?" Wu Biao's mouth twitched as he stared at the dead end ahead. He couldn't help smacking his bald head.
"Well, um, how do I put this?" Ishida's mouth twitched too, but he still tried to comfort him. "Finding the way is sometimes a matter of luck."
"Mm, mm." Orihime nodded. "Sometimes it's perfectly normal to take a wrong turn into ten or twenty dead ends."
"Huh?" Wu Biao blinked in confusion. "So getting lost at ten or twenty dead ends is perfectly normal?"
Of course... not!
That was what everyone thought, but when they saw Yachiru's flushed cheeks, they ultimately kept it to themselves.
Only Madarame Ikkaku didn't hold back. "See? You should've listened to me! This is exactly why I said we shouldn't let the lieutenant lead the way..." Before Ikkaku could finish, Kusajishi Yachiru leaped onto him and sank her teeth into his gleaming bald head.
"Ah, that hurts! Lieutenant, wait!" Ikkaku howled.
"Captain," Ayasegawa Yumichika said from behind Kenpachi Zaraki.
"Mm. Sneaking around like this—you fools," Kenpachi said with a cold snort. "Come out. Hiding your spiritual pressure isn't something a captain would do."
As soon as Kenpachi finished speaking, two immense captain-level spiritual pressures shot into the sky.
"You certainly have a lot to say. Do you even know what you're doing?"
After those words, four people appeared atop a distant building.
"Where are you taking the Ryoka?" asked a dark-skinned man in a Captain's Haori, his tone calm. "Kenpachi Zaraki!"
"Captain of the Seventh Division, Kom... Komamura, Captain Tō... Tōsen, Lieutenant Hisagi, Lieutenant Iba..." Makiuzo Aramaki stammered out the newcomers' identities, making Ishida and the others turn pale.
"Don't panic. We have the numbers!" Yumichika Ayasegawa said.
Was this really about numbers? Makiuzo Aramaki looked ready to