Demon Slayer: The Journey That Began When I Became Yoriichi's Sister

Chapter 601 The Flower of the Rabbit

Although that exaggerated aura only lasted for a moment.

Yoruichi stared at Yuuko for two seconds. This guy was really becoming more and more unpredictable.

"Stop staring at me, the stuff is right here." Yuko walked towards Yoruichi with the documents in her hand, and with her other hand, she held Shura behind her back. When she put her hand back, Shura had disappeared.

"Eh eh eh!!!" Seeing this, Yachiru jumped over from Kenpachi Zaraki and curiously circled around Yuuko again and again, even pulling and shaking Yuuko's fingers, as if trying to find out where she hid the sword.

Yoru's eyelid twitched, and after taking the documents, he couldn't help but glance at her side twice.

Yu Zi gave a half-smile: "What? Are you curious?"

Yoruichi rolled her eyes: "No, I can roughly guess the principle."

That handkerchief last time really shocked her; even though it felt completely silky, just thinking about it...

Okay, it's not actually that disgusting.

Yu Zi nodded with satisfaction: "That's right, that's the principle, I used..."

Yoruichi suddenly covered her ears: "Ahhh! Stop talking!"

"...What's with the sudden scream?" Yuko and Yachiru both covered their ears.

Yoruichi said indignantly, "Because it must be disgusting!!!"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Yuko said, speechless. "It's an ability, a Zanpakuto ability."

As Yuko spoke, she casually raised her hand, and a prism about the size of a palm floated in the air, from which a knife hilt slowly rose.

"Uh, you should have said so earlier." Yoruichi's lips twitched slightly.

Yuko said expressionlessly, "Isn't this because you, Yoruichi, are prejudiced against me?"

Yoruichi awkwardly changed the subject: "But speaking of which, your ability is probably only for transferring things, not for storing them, right?"

Yu Zi nodded matter-of-factly: "That's right, so I opened another channel within my own body."

"It was originally made of my flesh and blood, and it reintegrated into my body after returning."

"...It's still disgusting as expected." Yoruichi broke out in a sweat and decided not to continue chatting about this topic. She glanced at Yachiru, who was holding Yuuko's hand, and then at Kenpachi Zaraki lying on the ground.

"So, what do you plan to do with these two guys?"

"It's astonishing that there are such monsters in Rukongai."

There are indeed exceptionally talented souls in Rukongai, and some, after passing the entrance exams and undergoing systematic training at the Shinigami Academy, can become the backbone of various divisions.

But it's rare to see someone this skilled without having undergone systematic training.

As she fought this monster, the markings on Yuko's face became visible, and the fluctuations in her spiritual pressure showed that she was serious. This was a treatment she had never received before.

Yoruichi only saw the markings on Ikuko's face when Ikuko was in her demon form; they were usually hidden.

In her own words, having tattoos on one's face would attract strange looks in modern times.

That makes perfect sense.

"What should we do?" Yuko looked down at Yachiru, who was holding her finger. Yachiru looked up at Yuko and grinned at her.

Yuko smiled slightly, her gaze falling on Yachiru's tattered clothes.

"If I could, I would really like to have a child."

Yoruichi's lips twitched violently twice: "Raise a child? Are you sure you mean raise a child?"

"Why is it that my child won't survive more than two days under your care?"

Yu Zi chuckled: "Then you have a big misunderstanding about me. Don't let my appearance fool you, I have a lot of experience taking care of children."

"Really?!" Yoruichi's eyes widened in disbelief.

Yuko opened her mouth to reply when she heard a struggling sound from the side.

"Uh..." Kenpachi Zaraki groggily woke up, struggled to get up, and plopped down on the ground.

Yoruichi observed Kenpachi Zaraki's condition and clicked her tongue in amazement.

The wound on his chest was clearly a bloody mess, but this guy didn't react at all. He really is a monster.

If this level of injury were to an ordinary person, they would have been bedridden and unable to get up by now, right?

"Kenpachi!" Upon seeing Kenpachi Zaraki wake up, Yachiru immediately pushed away Yuuko's hand, disregarding the bloodstains on his body, and pounced on him, grabbing him and hanging him on his chest.

Yoruichi covered her mouth and whispered teasingly in Yuuko's ear, "This kid seems to like someone else more than you~"

Yuko rolled her eyes.

Kenpachi Zaraki embraced Yachiru, stroking the bloody scar on his chest, and looked up at Ikuko: "Ikuko? I'll remember you! My name is Kenpachi Zaraki!"

Yoruichi raised an eyebrow: "Kenpachi?"

Ikuko knew the symbolism of the name Kenpachi without her having to explain it.

Yuko spoke softly, "I've been a little concerned about this since earlier. Do you... know Unohana Retsu... no, Unohana Yachiru?"

It wasn't just because the little girl's name was Yachiru, but also because her fighting style reminded her of Retsu Unohana.

Kenpachi Zaraki was slightly moved and reached out to touch the scar on his cheek: "Ah, of course I know."

"That woman is a true monster."

His words carried a blatant fighting spirit and a subtle hint of respect.

Yuko lowered her eyelids slightly: "I see... I think I understand now."

She thought of Sister Hua's chest injury and what she had said, and quickly realized what had happened.

Is this the guy Sister Hua has been waiting for?

"That's enough, Yoruichi." Ikuko turned and left. "I'm going back."

Although I don't quite understand the ins and outs of this, since it's related to Sister Hua, I'll leave it at that.

With Kenpachi Zaraki's strength, she wouldn't need to worry about these two being hacked to death in Rukongai. Rather, it's unfortunate that she targeted them.

"Are we just going to leave it like this?" Yoruichi raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, he knows what he's doing."

“Okay.” Yoruichi shrugged and followed Yuuko.

"What? You're not going to fight anymore?" Kenpachi Zaraki struggled to his feet. "I haven't had enough yet!"

"Little Sword!" Yachiru touched the blood on his chest. "You've lost a lot of blood. If you keep fighting, you'll die."

Upon hearing Yachiru's voice, Kenpachi Zaraki's violent aura miraculously subsided somewhat. He looked down at his numerous wounds, then at Ikuko, who was unharmed in the distance.

Finally, he grinned and let out a low laugh.

Yoruichi glanced back slightly and muttered, "What a weirdo."

Why are there so many abnormal people in Soul Society?

At that moment, Yachiru jumped down from Kenpachi Zaraki's arms, ran a few steps, put her hand to her mouth, and shouted to Yuuko:

"Xiao Yu, thank you for making Xiao Jian have so much fun."

Yuko didn't turn around, she just waved her hand.

……

"Pfft, Yu~" Yoruichi couldn't help but tremble.

Yu Zi turned her head abruptly and looked Yoruichi up and down, which made Yoruichi raise an eyebrow.

"What are you looking at? Can't I even laugh a little?"

Yu Zi smiled slightly: "It's nothing, Xiao Ye."

"...You really aren't willing to suffer even the slightest loss."

……

Yoruichi and Ikuko's figures disappeared completely at the edge of Zaraki Ward, the wind whipping up dust and carrying the pungent smell of blood through the forest.

In the forest clearing, Kenpachi Zaraki had already left with Yachiru, leaving only his already cold corpse and the devastated battlefield, which would probably be discovered by wild dogs or wolves sometime later.

Anyway, although the Central 46 said they were going to arrest people, the data was actually the most important thing. Whether the person was dead or alive or whether they could be brought back was irrelevant. Otherwise, why would the assassination squad have to be involved?

After an unknown amount of time, two figures silently appeared in the center of a messy open space.

The man in the lead wore black-rimmed glasses, had a gentle face, and his short brown hair was meticulously styled. He was dressed in the unique Shinigami uniform, with a metal plaque bearing the number five on his shoulder.

It was Aizen Sosuke.

“Oh dear, this is really…” Standing beside him, the slightly thinner Gin Ichimaru squinted and looked around, speaking in a strange, lazy tone, “It looks like it’s been thoroughly plowed by some big guy.”

"That's quite an unexpected look, isn't it?" Gin Ichimaru turned around with a smile. "Lieutenant Aizen?"

Aizen's gaze swept calmly over the corpse on the ground, a mere insignificant pawn in their plan, now utterly worthless.

His gaze finally settled on the crisscrossing slash marks and the few pools of dark red blood on the ground that were not yet completely dry.

"The signs of destruction are messy, but the residual spiritual pressure doesn't lie." Aizen adjusted his glasses, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable insight. "Beasts and swordsmen, perhaps?"

At that moment, the vast pool of blood before him, resembling a massacre scene, caught his attention.

Aizen crouched down, extended his gloved fingers, and gently touched a bit of the blood on the ground.

"This spiritual pressure... seems to belong to that beast."

"I didn't expect we wouldn't even get a chance to make a move," Gin Ichimaru said with his usual smirk. "We were originally planning to target that woman."

"We need to look for that beast."

"They shouldn't have gone far."

Aizen slowly stood up and shook his head slightly: "No, no matter how many ferocious beasts there are, they will only be driven away by hunters."

“Gin.” Aizen didn’t turn around. “Find her sample. Blood, hair, skin tissue… anything will do.”

"Yes, ma'am~" Gin Ichimaru responded briskly, and in a flash, he disappeared from the spot.

He moved across the battlefield like a ghost, his toes lightly touching broken tree stumps, sharp as knives, sweeping across every inch of land.

The intensity of the battle far exceeded expectations; every wound here tells the story of the ferocity of that fight.

However, the spiritual pressure on every bloodstain belonged to that unknown beast.

“Vice-Captain Aizen, this is a real headache.” Gin Ichimaru spread his hands. “I’ve turned this place upside down, but apart from that unlucky guy’s blood and the blood of the beast, I haven’t found a single drop of blood belonging to the Third Seat of Tsugikuni.”

"That's quite an exaggeration."

"The spiritual pressure collision was comparable to that of a captain, yet the other party was completely unharmed."

Aizen did not respond to these words, clearly indicating that this level of battle was not enough to concern him.

Gin Ichimaru shrugged and resumed his search of the scene.

Soon, he discovered a clue that had been overlooked.

"Oh, I found it."

Gin Ichimaru carefully picked up a few strands of white hair from a tree branch in the forest.

They must have been blown here by the wind pressure from the battle.

Those few strands of hair fluttered gently in the wind, still carrying a faint trace of spiritual pressure.

“It seems he wasn’t completely unscathed.” Gin Ichimaru handed the few strands of white hair to Aizen and said with a grin, “He only lost a few hairs. To lose just a few hairs in a battle of this magnitude… that’s frightening, Miss Tsugikuni.”

Although Gin Ichimaru appeared nonchalant with a smile, a ripple of emotion stirred within him.

At that time, he and Aizen were hiding not far from the foot of the mountain. They could clearly sense the exaggerated collision of spiritual pressure. The collision of spiritual pressure was comparable to that of a captain... no, even surpassed that of an ordinary captain. Could it be that one side won overwhelmingly?

No wonder Aizen cares so much about that woman.

Three seats...

What the hell is going on?

Aizen reached out and took the few strands of white hair, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Let's go back, Gin."

……

Meanwhile, Yuuko and Yoruichi met up with Ōmaeda on the edge of Zaraki Ward and gave him the information, which he then delivered to the First Division and handed over to the Captain-Commander.

When Yuuko and Yoruichi returned to the Shihouin residence, a guest had already arrived.

"Haha, thank you both so much this time..." Before Kisuke Urahara could finish his chuckle, Yoruichi suddenly kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying. He rolled several times on the ground and disappeared from sight.

"Well done!" Hiyori, who was idly sitting in the corridor with her legs crossed, clapped and cheered when she saw this.

"Haha...haha..." Yushiro awkwardly smiled from the side.

Soi Fon snorted coldly. This idiot deserves a kick; he's always causing trouble for Yoruichi.

She was originally going back to the barracks, but Yu Zi pulled her back, saying she hadn't seen her in a long time and wanted her to come over for a meal.

To this, Yoruichi really wanted to say, "This is my house! My house!"

Soi Fon, on the other hand, was thinking to herself, "Who told you to be such a homebody? You're already the third seat, yet you rarely even come to your own squad."

A short while later, Kisuke Urahara returned, limping. "I say, Yoruichi, you went too far!"

“That’s a foot,” Yoruichi said bluntly, her face darkening. “You bastard, you really know how to cause trouble.”

Kisuke Urahara looked embarrassed: "I was wondering the same thing. I set up a very tight Kido in the storage area of ​​the documents. Logically speaking, it should be difficult for anyone below the captain level to unlock it."

Yoruichi frowned: "You mean someone did it on purpose?"

Kisuke Urahara shrugged: "Who knows? Soul modification is indeed a very tempting experiment."

“If it weren’t for…” Kisuke Urahara hesitated for a moment before glancing at Ikuko, who noticed his hesitation and instantly changed her expression.

"It was Yoruichi who told me not to tell you."