It rained tonight, and heavily at that, a steady patter as though it were trying to wash away every trace of the day.
World of the Living, Karakura Town, Urahara Shop.
Yoruichi Shihōin ate mouthful after mouthful, switching to the next bowl at incredible speed. A mountain of empty plates had already piled up around her. Ririn and Noba were too stunned to speak, mechanically handing over bowls and taking them back.
The sliding door opened. Kisuke Urahara, returning from outside, stared blankly at the long-unseen scene before him, the corner of his mouth twitching. That appetite really had not changed at all! Half a month's worth of food was gone just like that.
Kisuke Urahara sighed. He truly could not understand how Shadow had managed to keep this bottomless pit fed for over a hundred years.
Yoruichi Shihōin continued eating as though no one else existed. After a while, she finally set down her bowl and let out a long breath.
"Looks like your injuries are no longer a problem," Kisuke Urahara said.
"It was never anything serious." Yoruichi Shihōin took a sip of water and replied, "If I use my ability, I can recover instantly."
"Is that so?"
Kisuke Urahara raised his head slightly. His eyes, hidden beneath the brim of his hat, were filled with grave seriousness. "Then, did you ask about those Espada?"
"I did." Yoruichi Shihōin set down her cup, bracing it against the table as she said in a low voice, "The Espada are the elite among the Arrancar Aizen created using the Hōgyoku. They are ranked by strength. Just as the name implies, there are ten of them in total. The ones from this afternoon were the Fourth Espada and the Tenth Espada."
"Kisuke, those guys are troublesome." Yoruichi Shihōin rubbed her temple