"Sounds like something I'd do."
You knew yourself best, and Yoruichi was well aware of her own nature.
She raised her seemingly slender right arm and flexed her muscles, showing them off.
"Just like me to be this strong even without a Zanpakuto!"
"So, are you jealous of your big sister's powerful arms?"
Her thick-headedness quickly made her forget the fortune Kisaragi Akira had just read.
Fortunately, for the sake of a valued customer, Kisaragi Akira didn't forget to remind her while testing the firmness of her biceps with his hands.
"The reading shouldn't be wrong."
"And I'm very accurate. So that means there's something wrong with your Zanpakuto."
In his memory, Shihoin Yoruichi had never used her Zanpakuto.
She usually fought with Hakuda and Shunpo, occasionally using Kido or the like.
In terms of hand-to-hand combat alone, she could pin a whole lot of people to the ground and wipe the floor with them.
So the reading he'd interpreted—her punching a Menos Grande's head clean off—was absolutely something Yoruichi could easily do in the future.
After all, a certain unit of measurement could pull off something similar.
At his words, Yoruichi planted her hands in front of her and fell into thought. Her fine, thin brows furrowed as she wondered aloud, "But I definitely have a Zanpakuto."
"Something must have gone wrong!"
Kisaragi Akira put away the tortoise shell, its surface nearly half-covered in cracks. He figured it could probably be used one more time, then casually tossed the low-grade Shakkaho toward the nearby mound of dirt, blasting a small crater into it.
"I only read fortunes. You'll have to figure out the exact cause yourself."
"Besides, fortune-telling isn't omnipotent."
"As for the Tortoise Shell Pyromancy from before, in principle, it interprets the gods' instructions through the sound of