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

Chapter 583: What level is Kisuke Urahara?

Yoruichi's golden eyes were close to Yuuko's face, staring at her with an unfriendly expression.

Yuko opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Yoruichi shook her with a dark expression: "Tell me! Are you trying to say we're all trash?!"

"...Whatever makes you happy." Yu Zi wiped her face with a headache and a sense of helplessness.

Yoruichi raised an eyebrow and released her hand. She leaned back slightly against a pillar in the corridor, crossed her arms, crossed one leg, and dangled the other over the edge of the wooden plank.

Then he gestured with his chin toward Yu Zi: "Tell me, what do you mean?"

Yuko: "What...what do you mean?"

A vein bulged on Yoruichi's forehead as she said, word by word, "Weren't you interested in Aizen?"

“It’s not that I’m interested…” Yuko hadn’t finished speaking when she saw Yoruichi looking at her with an unfriendly expression.

"...What I mean is, he clearly has such great strength, yet he's only a vice-captain. Isn't that strange?"

Yoruichi looked speechless. "But when Kisuke was the third seat in my squad, his strength had already surpassed that of the vice-captain."

"On my recommendation, he went directly from the third seat to the position of captain of the twelfth division."

After saying that, she seemed to have thought of something else.

"Let's get this straight!" Yoruichi leaned forward slightly and said in an unfriendly tone, "I didn't give him any special treatment!"

"...Is that so?"

“That’s normal, isn’t it?” Yoruichi leaned back again and spread her hands. “Apart from the 11th Division, which is a combat division, the other divisions are not selected based on who is the strongest.”

"If the captain of the 13th Division does not leave his post unexpectedly, then even if there is a more powerful vice-captain, even if he has captain-level combat power, as long as the position does not become vacant, it is very rare for him to directly kick the current captain out."

"Ultimately, spiritual pressure level and Bankai are just the standards for becoming a captain."

"Take the vice-captain of the Sparrow Club, for example. He clearly has the strength of a captain, but he still serves as a vice-captain by Yamamoto's side. Can you say there's anything wrong with him?"

"And Kisuke, that guy wasn't even a vice-captain before, but he went straight from the third seat to vice-captain... I didn't give him any special treatment!"

"...You don't need to explain so many times."

Yoruichi gave a cold laugh: "Who told that ungrateful wretch who eats the food of the aristocracy to always find fault with others?"

“…I was wrong.” Yu Zi twirled a strand of hair behind her ear with her fingers, her slender eyebrows furrowing slightly. “What you said makes some sense…”

"What do you mean by 'somewhat reasonable'?" Yoruichi immediately rolled her eyes. "What I'm saying is reasonable!"

Yoruichi shifted her position, finding a more comfortable one, and asked with a contented expression, "By the way, why do you think there's something wrong with that Aizen guy?"

"Simply hiding one's strength doesn't make sense."

"If I had to put it into words... it's just my intuition." Yu Zi frowned even more deeply. "It feels like he's the kind of person who seems friendly on the surface but would stab you in the back in the back.

Yoruichi rolled her eyes: "Well, so you're the kind of person who judges people by their looks, Yuko."

"By the way, I remember that guy was alright-looking, right?"

As Yoruichi spoke, she slightly raised her eyes, recalling the bespectacled man she had seen standing next to Shinji Hirako during the captains' meeting.

Yuko solemnly raised a finger, and just as Yoruichi was wondering what she was up to, Yuko said, "Let me tell you, I have an excellent eye for people, and I've never been wrong about anyone!"

Yoruichi almost slipped on her butt and couldn't help but say, "Have you forgotten how Soi Fon tricked you and took you to a deserted place where you almost killed her?"

Yuko paused for a moment: "But that wasn't a misunderstanding..."

Yoruichi raised her hand to interrupt, flicking out an index finger and gently shaking it: "I'm sorry, I think your feeling is wrong."

"..."

"Hmm~" Yoruichi jumped down the corridor, stretched, and groaned comfortably. "Besides, even if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. Anyway, it's none of our business."

“...That makes sense.” Yu Zi smiled helplessly.

She was just mentioning it casually; Yoruichi definitely knows more about the Seireitei and even the Soul Society.

Because that person did indeed give her a strange feeling, and there was no reason to refute that it was just an illusion.

"Go cook rice." Yoruichi turned around, licked her lips, and said, "I'm exhausted this afternoon."

"It feels like it could eat a bear."

Yuko's lips twitched slightly: "What did you do?"

"That kid Yushiro~" Yoruichi's lips curled up slightly, "He kept pestering me to teach him the technique of Shunpo."

Ikuko smiled and was about to speak out.

Yoruichi grinned, waving her hand sheepishly, and said, "I recommended you to him, but that kid said something like, 'Yuko is so stupid... Yuko-neechan isn't as good as my sister,' and stuff like that~"

“…” Yu Zi’s expression froze. “I think you made that up…”

Yoruichi suddenly interrupted: "By the way, Yuuko."

"Huh? What?"

"Lord Yamamoto didn't confine you. The current situation is that you're gradually becoming familiar with Seireitei..." Yoruichi's expression became more serious. "So, how about it? Do you want to join my squad?"

Yu Zi tilted her head: "Give me the captain's position?"

Yoruichi almost fell over, then stepped forward and cupped Ikuko's cheeks in her hands, her golden eyes looking rather speechless.

"You bastard, you're trying to rebel against me right from the start, aren't you?"

Yu Zi raised an eyebrow: "What about the vice-captain?"

Night nodded subconsciously: "The vice-captain's words are still..."

"good?"

"Even the vice-captain won't do!" Ye paused for a moment, then frantically rubbed her cheeks.

"No way? You're giving me a seat in the third tier?" Yuko slapped her hand away with a look of disgust. "What level is Urahara Kisuke? The same seat as me?"

Yoruichi frowned, resting her left hand on her right elbow and her right hand against her chin, lost in thought: "If you put it that way, it is indeed a bit insulting..."

As he approached carrying tea, Yushiro broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing these words.

Wouldn't people be unhappy if they heard that?

"Is Yuko-neechan going to join the Second Division?" Yushiro poured tea and handed it to the two of them.

Yu Zi sipped her tea leisurely and casually replied, "Hmm, I might consider giving it to the captain."

Yushiro almost strained his back.

“The vice-captain is really no good~” Yoruichi crossed her arms. “The vice-captain of the Second Division, Ōmaeda Kinosuke, is my loyal subordinate.”

"To dismiss someone so easily, even if it's a direct victory and replacement, is still a bit unreasonable."

"We're not like the 11th Division, full of reckless brutes."

As she said this, Yoruichi suddenly glanced around furtively, and after confirming that no one else was around, she whispered.

"Moreover, his family is very wealthy, and he is a generous person. He funded the purchase of many things in the team dormitory, and he is very popular with the people, I'm telling you."

Yuko's expression turned strange. "And you can even help me with official business, right?"

She's about to lose it!

Why do all the divisions of the Seireitei sound so unreliable?

"That's right... cough, well, this can't really be considered a reason." Yoruichi coughed twice, then awkwardly changed the subject, clasping her hands together in an apologetic gesture. "But as for the third seat, with Yuuko's strength, she'll definitely be fine!"

"It's not good for the vice-captain to be challenged, so the third seat is enough? Is the third seat not a seat?"

Yoruichi placed his hands on her shoulders, his face serious: "There are some things you don't understand. This is a struggle for power."

Yushiro's lips twitched slightly.

My older sister's art style is just as consistent as ever.

Yuko looked up, her face innocent: "What if I refuse?"

Yoruichi smiled slightly, leaned forward, almost touching Yuuko, and said with her lips slightly parted, "I've told you so much, if you still don't agree, I'll kill you."

"..."

Seeing Yoruichi's smug grin, like a cat that's stolen a fish, Ikuko finally gave a helpless sigh and acquiesced to Yoruichi's arrangement, which could only be described as a forced sale.

"Come on, come on! There's no time to lose, I'll take you to get the paperwork done right away." Yoruichi excitedly put his arm around Yuko's shoulder, his enthusiasm as if he was afraid she might change her mind and run away at any moment.

"What the hell are you doing with these procedures?" Yu Zi muttered, steadying herself and pulling her back. "Big sister, don't you want to check what time it is?"

"How about we go tomorrow?"

"...Okay, that works too~"

"Then there's no time to lose, you should go and cook."

"I'm already serving three meals a day, why should I still cook for you?"

"The deputy captain also has to help me approve official documents!"

"...I admire you."

The next morning, Yuko, who was still half asleep, was pulled out of bed by Yoruichi, who even brought her breakfast to her bedside. After urging her to finish eating, Yoruichi excitedly escorted her to the Second Division.

The Second Division, as the headquarters of the secret mobile force, is located in a secluded corner of Seireitei.

The atmosphere here is completely different from the relaxed atmosphere of the Fourth Division; there is an invisible sense of tension and discipline permeating the air.

The soldiers came and went in a hurry, and the entire squad gave people a very refined feeling at first glance.

It's surprising that the team can maintain such good order even when their captain isn't taking charge; this vice-captain is indeed capable.

Yuko admitted that she was inferior.

When their captain swaggered into the barracks with a completely unfamiliar woman he had never seen before, almost everyone's attention was drawn to them.

Those gazes were filled with scrutiny and curiosity. Many people recognized Yuko; she was a celebrity in the Seireitei recently, a guest of honor of the Shihouin family, and often visited the Kuchiki family and the Fourth Division, supposedly to have afternoon tea with Captain Unohana.

This person is no ordinary individual; anyone with eyes can tell at a glance. He might be some kind of nobleman.

Ignoring the gazes of the others, Yuko sized up the Second Division. "It must be because you haven't come enough. Look, everyone is watching you."

Yoruichi's lips twitched slightly: "Go straight to the training ground. I've already notified Ōmaeda to make the arrangements."

"What if I lose? Will I embarrass you?"

"If you lose, you might as well kill yourself, so I don't have to do it."

The two chatted as they arrived at the training ground, where a number of people had already gathered. The ground had been cleared in advance, indicating that preparations had been made well in advance.

"Captain Yoruichi! Sister Yuuko!"

Soi Fon, who was completely unaffected and focused on her training, saw the two of them and ran over with a big smile.

"Yo, Soi Fon~"

After chatting with Soi Fon for a couple of minutes, a rather large, fat man dressed in a shihaka outfit slowly walked over.

"Captain Yoruichi."

Yoruichi nodded slightly and introduced to Yuuko, "This guy is Ōmaeda, my deputy."

"This idiot... This is Yuko, Tsugikuni Yuko." Yoruichi became somewhat serious, like a captain.

Ōmaeda Noriyuki extended his hand: "Hello, hello, Ms. Yuko, I've heard so much about you."

Yu Zi raised her head and looked at the burly man: "I've heard so much about you? Am I that famous?"

"Forehead."

Yoruichi couldn't help but pat her on the shoulder, then turned to Ōmaeda and asked, "Are you ready?"

"Yes, Kikujiro, the third seat, has arrived."

Ōmaeda nodded emphatically, stepping aside to reveal the training field that had been hidden by his size. In the center of the field, a middle-aged Shinigami dressed in a Shinigami uniform was resting with his eyes closed.

A faint spiritual pressure emanated from his body, clearly indicating that he was fully prepared.

A glint flashed in Yu Zi's golden eyes as she clearly saw through the middle-aged man's true nature.

He commented, "He's a nobody."

Soi Fon almost twisted her ankle.

Yoruichi, speechless, waved her hand dismissively: "In short, let's begin."

Upon hearing this, the crowd around them dispersed further, leaving more space for the training ground.

Yoruichi and Soi Fon also stepped aside.

Yu Zi raised an eyebrow slightly, placed one hand on the hilt of her knife, and slowly walked into the training ground.

Kikujiro opened his eyes, and the spiritual pressure that had been spreading around him suddenly erupted, turning into a strong wind that whipped up Ikuko's long hair.

Is this... a show of force?

Yuko looked around curiously.

Shouldn't there be something like that at this point...?

As expected of the Third Seat~ Such powerful spiritual pressure!

That woman will definitely be knocked down in no time...

Ordinary passersby came out to show their support.

Unfortunately, even if she had such thoughts after knowing that Yuuko was Yoruichi's guest, she wouldn't say it to her face.

"Captain Yoruichi, is she the challenger you mentioned?"

Kikujiro's gaze fell on Yuko's hands. Although his tone was respectful, his brows revealed an arrogance befitting an elite.

As a lower-ranking nobleman, he had never heard of any family in Soul Society that inherited a royal surname.

Moreover, before it even started, he was already so nervous that he put his hand on the hilt of the knife.

It's obviously a small carambhava.

Yu Zi raised an eyebrow, thinking to herself, "I just said there wasn't one, and now one pops up."

"Hello, I am the challenger."

Yoruichi yawned boredly: "Whatever, let's get started."

I was too excited last night, so I got up too early today. I need to finish this quickly and go back to sleep in.

Upon seeing this, Ōmaeda stepped forward and said, "Get ready."

Kikujiro held the hilt of the sword with one hand.

"start!"

call out!

Kikujiro's figure moved, blurring for a moment.

But it was only for a moment, and his pupils trembled and his jaw started chattering.

Less than two inches from his neck, the tip of a Zanpakuto with cracked patterns was pressed against his throat.