In the end, Yoriichi hauled Kira up off the ground.
Hekyō returned to Yoriichi's hand.
At Yoriichi's current height, the scabbard almost dragged along the ground when he held the sword.
He looked like a child who had sneaked off with an adult's weapon.
But no one dared laugh.
Because a division member had failed to hold back a laugh just a moment ago.
The next second, Yoriichi had merely glanced back at him.
That division member immediately covered his mouth and stood straighter than even Chōjirō Sasakibe.
Some people became children when they shrank.
Others were still captains even after shrinking.
At the entrance to the Fourth Division's pharmacy.
Unohana stood at the front, her smile as gentle as ever.
Isane stood behind her clutching a checklist, practically turning into a sheet of white paper.
The pharmacy doors slowly opened.
More than a dozen rows of medicine shelves appeared before them.
Every row was neatly packed with medicine jars.
At first glance, nothing seemed wrong.
They were even neater than usual.
Isane breathed a small sigh of relief.
The next second, Mayuri Kurotsuchi picked up the nearest medicine jar, opened it, and sniffed.
His expression instantly darkened.
"This is blood-clotting grass."
He picked up another beside it.
"This is sleeping powder."
Then another.
"This is diarrhea powder."
Mayuri Kurotsuchi slowly raised his head and looked at the classification labels on the shelf.
The labels on that row clearly read:
Wound medicine.
A deathly silence fell over the pharmacy.
Isane's shoulders, which had only just relaxed, stiffened again little by little.
Unohana turned her head with a smile.
"Isane."
"Yes!"
"Why is there diarrhea powder among the wound medicines?"
Isane stared blankly.
"M-maybe it wanted a new place to live."
As soon as she finished speaking, she wanted to bury