Yoruichi addressed the black-haired demon king, who seemed like a mere bystander, in a voice more humble than any she had ever used in her life:
"Please."
"I don't know who you are."
"Nor do I know what you intend to do."
"But..."
"Please save the Soul Society."
As Ye Chuan looked at the Flash Goddess before him, who had set aside all her pride and bowed her head to him, a glimmer of appreciation flashed through his perpetually calm, indifferent black eyes.
He studied the perfect woman before him with interest, taking in her wild beauty.
Her long purple hair, as deep as the night, was loosely tied behind her head with an orange ribbon.
Her feline eyes shone like golden gems.
And her perfect figure was as taut as a leopard's...
Ye Chuan chuckled.
He agreed.
"...Sure."
Yet he did not agree because of some bullshit notion of justice.
Nor was it to save this Soul Society, which had nothing to do with him.
It was simply because he could finally have a proper meeting with that fellow traveler who also came from another world.
After receiving the mysterious black-haired man's affirmative answer, Yoruichi Shihōin finally let out a slow sigh of relief.
She did not know what the man before her intended to do.
She only knew that there might be hope for the Soul Society.
Just then-
The female Quincy whom Ye Chuan had just swatted away saw a new figure slowly emerge from the pillar of icy light.
Expressions of heartfelt reverence appeared on their faces, which had dimmed somewhat in defeat! As one, they dropped to one knee before the approaching figure!
"Lord Haschwalth!"
The newcomer was a handsome man with long, brilliant golden hair and a noble bearing, dressed in the pure-white, highest-ranking