His son looked utterly confused. What had gotten into the Old Geezer?
In Yamabuki Chidori's office, Kisuke Urahara said calmly, "Yoruichi, Chief Strategist, there's still work to do in the division. I'll be heading back first!"
Yoruichi suddenly asked, "Urahara, you don't look worried at all!"
Kisuke Urahara smiled. "Why should I be worried? If something had really happened in Soul Society, the Chief Strategist should be the most anxious one! Look at him—calm and composed. That means everything is under his control. If he isn't worried, why should I be? Bye-bye!"
Once everyone had left, Yoruichi deflated like a punctured balloon and sprawled lazily across the desk.
"Being human is so exhausting! I don't want to be human anymore!" Yoruichi said weakly, then turned directly into a black cat and lay spread-eagled on the desk, ready to sleep.
"Old Man, I've turned into a cat already. Why aren't you coming over to pet me?" Yoruichi complained.
I'm the one having the hardest time here, aren't I? Yamabuki Chidori couldn't help grumbling inwardly, but he still gently stroked Yoruichi's head.
Even knowing she had transformed from a human, the feel of her fur was beyond reproach.
Yoruichi leaped onto Yamabuki Chidori's shoulder, closed her eyes, and prepared to sleep.
Yamabuki Chidori looked at the setting sun outside. Azashiro, Teacher had already cleared away every obstacle for you. Don't let Teacher down!
It was a dark, windy night.
Somewhere in the Seireitei, three drunken noble youths staggered home.
Their talent was pitifully low, and they had no potential to become Soul Reapers. Yet under their families' protection, they still lived extravagantly every day.
"A few days ago, I bought a girl from Rukongai from a slave trader. She's got some real fire in her. Come over to my place later—we