Confrontation

The instant he heard his own name, Urahara Kisuke felt as though he had been struck by a bolt from the blue, completely caught off guard.

By reflex, he reached for Benihime at his waist, intending to seize the initiative.

But when he looked beneath the streetlamp across from him, Fengjin Chehu was merely standing there quietly, showing neither hostility nor vigilance.

Urahara felt conflicted, and the hand that had already gripped his sword hilt froze in midair.

What is this? He discovered me hiding in the shadows, yet he showed no displeasure at all? And how did he notice I was hiding here? Could there be a flaw in this concealment cloak of mine?