An Advisor? A Desk Jockey? He Must Be Weak, Right? / Nozarashi vs. Mountain-Splitting, Sea-Breaking

"Don't worry. I definitely won't be reckless again," Ichigo said with a straight face.

One look at him told Yoruichi he hadn't learned a thing.

The next time something happened, he would charge in all over again.

"Oh, right. Where's Uryu? Why haven't I seen him?" Ichigo asked.

"Hmph. Getting you out was already pushing my limits! You expected me to rescue both of you? What do you think I am, a god? You have no idea how dangerous it was. One tiny mistake and I'd have gone down too. As for that kid... his chances aren't good," Yoruichi said grimly.

Uryu Ishida was a Quincy, and relations between Quincies and Soul Reapers were terrible.

Once a Quincy fell into Soul Reaper hands, he was as good as condemned.

Ichigo grabbed his sword and stood up, ready to rescue him.

"What are you doing? I just told you to calm down! At your current strength, there's no way you can get him out. Honestly, I'm already amazed you've come this far in just a few days. Do you know why the prisoners are being held by the Fourth Division?" Yoruichi asked earnestly.

Staff Officer? A Desk Job? He Must Be Weak, Right?

"Do you know why all the prisoners are being held by the Fourth Division?" Yoruichi asked.

"Because the food's good?"

"Good, my ass!" Yoruichi smacked Ichigo hard on the back of the head. "Because it's secretly the strongest division. On the surface, they're all doctors with no fighting ability, but if a fight actually broke out... Hmph. The two of us together wouldn't even be enough to fill their teeth. Whatever happens, we can't rush into this. We need a careful plan..."

Before Yoruichi could finish, the manhole cover above them opened, and a crowd of Soul Reapers