"Fine. You want revenge? Pick how we settle this!" Yamabuki Chidori looked at Yoruichi. She grinned. Everything had gone exactly as Urahara had planned: the old man had underestimated her and accepted the challenge without a second thought.
"I'm no match for you head-on. How about a race?" Yoruichi proposed the contest she was best at.
"No. Who wants to run around under the blazing midday sun? Are you a masochist?" Yamabuki Chidori rolled over and went back to sleep.
"Fair enough. You're hundreds of years old. Losing to a little girl like me would be embarrassing, wouldn't it? I understand if you're scared. You have your pride!" Yoruichi said with a smug grin.
He knew she was baiting him, but watching that brat strut around still made his blood boil.
"You said a race, right?" Yamabuki Chidori sat up.
He took the bait! Yoruichi could not suppress a smile. "Then let's make a wager. If I win, you have to do one thing for me. If I lose, I'll do one thing for you. Anything at all."
"Sure. If I win, I'll hang you from the rafters and spank you." Yamabuki Chidori crawled lazily out of bed. "When do we start?"
"Right... now!" Yoruichi shouted. She shot toward Rukongai, her voice carrying back from the distance. "Kisuke Urahara is waiting at a spot in Rukongai. First one there wins!"
Yamabuki Chidori got up at his leisure and scratched his head. "I taught you this, didn't I? Never race someone with Space Ability!"
Yoruichi sprinted flat out. Ordinary Soul Reapers could not even see her. After dozens of Flash Steps, she had left the Staff Department far behind.
I should've shaken the old man by now, Yoruichi thought.
She might not have matched Yamabuki Chidori in strength, but when it