Kyōraku, remember to watch the shop!" He expressed regret over Shiba Isshin's loss of Shinigami powers, hoping to help restore them while en
Kyōraku, remember to watch the shop!" He expressed regret over Shiba Isshin's loss of Shinigami powers, hoping to help restore them while ensuring Kurosaki Ichigo's safety. After all, Shiba Isshin was a Captain-level powerhouse.
Rukia and Kyōraku Callum entered Urahara Shop, her mind still reeling. What was going on? Why did Kyōraku Callum know such a dangerous figure? Weren't those exiled by Soul Society all heinous criminals?
"Sister Yoruichi, I'm back!" Kyōraku Callum called out.
Rukia looked around the simple shop; no one else seemed to be present. "Kyōraku, who are you talking to?"
Kyōraku Callum picked up the black cat from the pillow. "This lazy cat, of course. Her name is Yoruichi. She's one of the people I cherish most."
Upon hearing this, the cat's half-closed eyes snapped open.
"Kuchiki Rukia?" The cat seemed well-informed about the Kuchiki family.
"A… a cat just spoke?!" Rukia exclaimed in shock, completely bewildered.
Kyōraku Callum set the cat down. "She's Yoruichi Shihōin, former Captain of the Second Division, Commander of the Onmitsukidō, and more."
Rukia's expression was one of numb disbelief. Before meeting Kyōraku Callum, she hadn't considered such possibilities.
"Shihōin… one of the Four Noble Families, like the Kuchiki family?" she murmured. "But why is a member of the Shihōin family… a black cat?!"
Rukia was struggling to process this information.
Suddenly, smoke filled the room.
"Cough! Cough! Where's this smoke coming from?!" Rukia coughed, caught completely off guard.
A gentle voice whispered in Rukia's ear. Yoruichi Shihōin, now back in human form, leaned close. "Now, do you have any more questions?"
Rukia's face flushed crimson, a visible mist rising from her head.
A barely audible whisper escaped her lips. "My… my clothes…"
Rukia's worldview was irrevocably shattered.
"Little Rukia," Yoruichi Shihōin teased, lifting Rukia's chin with her finger, "Why are you so shy?"
Rukia's face was burning, the redness spreading from her cheeks to her ears. She could barely form coherent sentences in front of Yoruichi Shihōin. Kyōraku Callum, meanwhile, watched with amusement.
Seeing Rukia on the verge of overheating, Yoruichi Shihōin stopped her teasing.
Only after Rukia had put on her clothes did she regain her composure.
"Wh-what exactly is going on?" Rukia stammered, still reeling from the shock.
The three sat around a vermillion tea table. "Kyōraku, should you explain, or should I?" Yoruichi Shihōin asked, still seemingly recovering from her cat-form nap.
"I'll explain," Kyōraku Callum said, tapping the table lightly. "The story begins over two hundred years ago…"
Under Rukia's questioning gaze, Kyōraku Callum revealed some of the truth: Urahara Kisuke and Yoruichi Shihōin were exiled from Soul Society due to the Central 46's incompetence.
Kyōraku Callum had known Yoruichi Shihōin for a long time, a fact easily explained by his noble status.
Rukia didn't doubt Kyōraku Callum's words; in fact, she would trust him unconditionally, regardless of what he said. Kyōraku Callum wasn't intentionally concealing the full truth from Rukia.
Aizen was a master manipulator, adept at observation and planning. Even Kyōraku Callum, with decades of honed acting skills, had to be cautious in front of Aizen.
Concealing part of the truth was, therefore, the best way to protect Rukia. She only needed to know that Yoruichi Shihōin and Urahara Kisuke were allies.
"So that's it?" Rukia murmured, propping her chin on her hand in thought.
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