A soft, warm sensation kept spreading across his cheek, accompanied by faint breaths of moist heat.
Kisuke Urahara sighed somewhat helplessly. "Come on, Yoruichi, even if you're still in your feline instinct phase, isn't this a little too blatant a way to take advantage of me?"
The woman in his arms gave no response, merely nuzzling the crook of his neck on instinct.
Then Yoruichi's alluring body went completely limp.
The aftereffects of that berserk form erupted in full. Her Reiatsu had been depleted to the absolute limit, and she fell straight into a deep sleep.
What a taxing job this was.
Kisuke Urahara supported Yoruichi's shoulders and carefully laid her flat on a relatively intact stone slab nearby.
He had only just finished when a strange fluctuation of Reishi reached him from deep within the ruins several hundred meters away.
"My, my. You survived even after taking a beating like that?"
Kisuke Urahara picked up his Benihime cane again, lowered his hat brim, and turned toward the end of the corridor.
Light footsteps sounded in the darkness ahead.
Accompanied by the crunch of stones underfoot, a blurred figure radiating an eerie purple glow slowly emerged.
Askin's appearance had undergone a complete transformation.
His tattered white military uniform had fallen away entirely, replaced by a strange suit of armor woven from highly concentrated poison gas.
Dark purple light flowed across the armor, which constantly released wisps of poisonous mist.
Behind him floated several molecular halos made of interlocking rings, rotating slowly like enormous glowing clock faces.
Most unsettling were his eyes. His pupils had turned a completely emotionless, pure purple.
Askin flicked the dust from his shoulder, his voice brimming with impatience. "I'm done. I really don't want to play this boring game of cat and mouse with you anymore."