And that led to the earlier scene. Of course, this was not the first time the two had fought. This battle had already lasted three days!
Although Yoruichi had been put through hell over the past three days, a cat would never admit defeat. She had to win at least once.
Kuchiki Kyōka had long since gotten used to this sight. Calmly, he picked up a broom and swept up the broken glass on the floor, then pulled out a compensation invoice, planning to mail it directly to the Shihōin Clan later.
Although Yoruichi had been flung away, Yamabuki Chidori had not used much force, and Yoruichi had excellent balance. She landed steadily on all fours, then pounced again the very next second. Completely composed, Yamabuki Chidori pulled a woven sack from beneath her desk, aimed its opening at the charging Yoruichi, and neatly covered her.
Did you know how many bratty kids I had dealt with over the past few hundred years? Did you really think one more would be a problem?
"Let me out!"
"I'll let you out if you surrender!" Yamabuki Chidori said, lightly poking the sack with a finger.
"I'll never surrender!"
"Then don't blame me for getting rough! Your grandfather should have told you that aside from being good at fighting, I'm also very skilled at torture." Yamabuki Chidori wore a cold smile as she opened the sack and looked down at Yoruichi.
Yoruichi was only ten years old, after all. She stared warily at Yamabuki Chidori. "What are you planning to do to a beautiful girl like me? I'm warning you, my grandfather is a Captain!"
"You've got someone backing you. I don't have anyone above me anymore!" Yamabuki Chidori grabbed Yoruichi by the back of her neck as though lifting a little black