"Lady Yoruichi, wh-what are you doing!"
Soifon's small face was flushed red to the extreme as she hid her petite body entirely beneath the water's surface.
Could someone tell her why Lady Yoruichi was so skilled at this?
In the exact moment she was thrown, her sturdy Shihakushō had been stripped completely clean.
Now completely naked, she could only hide herself as much as possible in the hot spring.
"Healing and relaxation, of course."
Yoruichi stood at the edge of the hot spring, unabashedly stripping off her sleeveless Shihakushō, fully displaying her youthful and vibrant energy.
After simply dipping her toes to test the water temperature, Yoruichi grinned and leaped into the hot spring. Water splashed everywhere, and the mist grew even thicker.
Sensing a smooth touch beside her, Soifon instantly tensed up. She struggled to twitch the corners of her mouth, forcing a very strained smile.
Although she looked forward to intimate contact with Lady Yoruichi, this was progressing far too quickly. She felt like her heart couldn't take it.
At this moment, Naraku Sora's expression turned serious.
*Objectively speaking, he hadn't expected a scene like this before coming here.*
*But it had to be said, whether it was that beautiful white scenery or the dark sights that followed, it was all quite nice.*
"Ah, pure bliss."
Yoruichi spread her arms out, resting them on the edge of the pool. Like a cat, she comfortably narrowed her eyes, completely relaxing her body with a faint smile on her lips, immersing herself in the comfort.
It was only when she came back to her senses that she noticed someone was still standing by the edge of the hot spring.
"Sora, what are you standing around for? Come on in and soak," Yoruichi warmly invited.
"?"
*When I'm the one questioning things, it means you're the one with the problem.*
Despite anticipating Yoruichi's disregard for trivialities, hearing such an outrageous statement still surprised him.
Seeing that Naraku Sora neither spoke nor reacted, Yoruichi was just about to say something when she accidentally brushed against Soifon, who was trembling slightly from nervousness beside her.
She suddenly realized.
"Almost forgot about that. Soifon, just stay right next to me later. Don't worry, I won't let this guy take advantage of you."
Soifon: "..."
*Should she say her superior was a bit too thick-headed?*
*They were soaking in the same hot spring pool; was there really a place to stay where she wouldn't be taken advantage of?*
Speaking of which, she originally only harbored feelings of admiration and affection for Yoruichi alone. Even before joining the Onmitsukidō, she had hoped to become a subordinate who could dedicate everything to Lady Yoruichi.
But after going on a few missions with Naraku Sora, coupled with their interactions during Hakuda training, her state of mind had undergone a subtle shift.
Originally, in her heart, Naraku Sora was the villain who stole Lady Yoruichi away—an existence she ultimately had to defeat.
*Perhaps, just maybe, Lord Naraku isn't that detestable?*
Thinking back to how Naraku Sora had wholeheartedly instructed her recently, and how he subconsciously protected her when fighting strong enemies...
An imperceptible curve formed at the corners of Soifon's mouth.
Seeing the young girl remain silent, Yoruichi assumed she had silently agreed and immediately waved at Naraku Sora.
"Hurry up and get in. Soaking in a hot spring after high-intensity sparring is true paradise on earth. If you miss out, you'll regret it for the rest of your life."
Obviously, Naraku Sora wasn't the type to sweat the small stuff either.
If neither Yoruichi nor Soifon minded, what else was there to say?
Enjoying the present was also one of the driving forces to keep moving forward.
Casually stripping off his Shihakushō, he submerged himself directly into the bubbling hot spring water, subconsciously letting out a long, satisfied sigh.
Soifon quietly observed him from the corner of her eye.
Looking solely at his muscle definition, there was truly nothing to criticize; it could even be described as perfect.
Normally, wearing his Shihakushō and haori, it wasn't very noticeable—one would only think he had a well-proportioned build.
However, once he took off his clothes, one would discover that his muscle arrangement and lines possessed an impeccable aesthetic beauty, like a thoroughly tempered work of art.
From a purely aesthetic standpoint, it was even better than Lady Yoruichi's...
Splash!
A handful of water splashed onto Soifon's face, startling her awake. Her gaze instinctively shifted over, only to meet a teasing look.
"L-Lady Yoruichi, I..."
For some reason, looking at Yoruichi's expression, Soifon felt an inexplicable panic. She wanted to explain something but didn't know where to start.
"Snap out of it, girl. If you keep staring, he won't be the one taking advantage of us; we'll be taking advantage of him."
As soon as these words were spoken, Soifon, who had finally managed to calm down, heated up once again. Her face flushed red, her ears burned, and she hesitated to speak, swallowing her words.
"Sora, sit a little closer. How can we conduct the lesson from so far away?"
"I don't think that's a good idea."
While Naraku Sora wore a conflicted expression, his body honestly slid over.
Seeing this, Yoruichi chuckled.
This guy was as hypocritical as ever.
Looking closely, although he hadn't yet grown into the appearance from her memories, as the head of one of the Five Great Noble Clans, with an ample supply of nutrition, his physical condition already looked down upon his peers.
In contrast, Soifon looked a bit pitiful.
But being small was also very cute.
"Hmm, let me think about where to start," Naraku Sora rubbed his chin in thought. "Let's start with the conversion and emission of Kidō Reiatsu. That's the most fundamental knowledge of Shunkō."
Although his explanation lacked a bit of eloquence, both Yoruichi and Soifon had a profound enough understanding of the Shunkō technique.
So even if the content was highly abstract, it didn't stop the two from listening intently.
Amidst the rising steam, the atmosphere was exceptionally wonderful.
Good days always passed exceptionally fast. Just as Naraku Sora was enjoying these peaceful times, Squad 5's Hirako Shinji had to endure the torment and devastation of division paperwork.
Because he had been slacking off, the accumulated documents had suddenly exploded in volume. Yamamoto ordered him to organize all the files within three days and submit them to Squad 1 for inspection.
In a panic, Hirako Shinji had no choice but to seek help from the squad's heavy lifter.
His Excellency, the Document Dragon.
However, he searched the entire barracks and asked several squad members, but couldn't find any trace of Aizen, nor had he received any news of him going out on a mission.
In short, the only person who could help him solve his problem had disappeared.
At first, Hirako Shinji was a bit panicked.
But soon, he calmed down, forcefully kick-starting his long-idle brain to come up with the best solution.
Then, urged by Tenteikūra, over a dozen seated officers rushed to the office in unison and began helping to process the files.
Seeing that he wouldn't have to get scolded, Hirako Shinji finally relaxed.
But at the same time, a new problem arose.
Just where did that guy Aizen go?
Hirako Shinji pondered for a few seconds, his eyes narrowing slightly, and soon noticed a trace of anomaly.
When he initially chose Aizen to join Squad 5, it was out of an instinctive intuition.
Beneath that kid's seemingly gentle and refined exterior, who knew what kind of malicious intentions were actually hidden?
Even though he was usually busy, he still made time to observe Aizen and analyze his every move.
Even if Aizen acted extremely gentle and friendly, getting along well with the squad members, and even unreservedly hiding his Zanpakutō's abilities...
Hirako Shinji still hadn't let his guard down.
That was until he met Naraku Sora.
A very straightforward Soul Reaper with excellent talent.
So good that even Head Captain Yamamoto looked at him with newfound respect, not hesitating to take him into the Genryū style and carefully instruct him, even if it meant his blood pressure spiked every day from anger.
In Hirako Shinji's eyes, if he could have such a straightforward friend, Aizen couldn't be that bad either.
But as time passed, some inadvertent discoveries made him reject this idea.
This kid Naraku Sora was a disguise deliberately set up by Aizen.
While he was thinking one step ahead, Aizen had already planned five steps ahead.
Fortunately, he had never fully trusted him from the very beginning.
*Aizen, let me uncover your true face.*
Shino Prison.
A chilling aura emanated from outside the barracks. A dense Reiatsu, reeking of intense bloodlust, instantly covered the entire street and continued to spread outward.
A man with wild hair approached with a ferocious expression, holding a long, jagged sword in his hand. His Captain's haori was stained with dark red blood, and his imposing manner was like that of a wild beast.
Zaraki Kenpachi raised the long sword in his hand, pointing it straight at the figure in the dojo.
"Sora, let's kill each other!"
Naraku Sora shook his head with a helpless expression, then reached out to tug at his clothes, preparing for a bloody battle.
"I really can't do anything with you."
When fighting Yoruichi and Soifon, he couldn't bear to strike heavily.
But Zaraki Kenpachi was different. This guy had thick skin and tough flesh, and he only grew stronger the more he fought. There was no such thing as fear for him.
Moreover, as the number of times he was beaten down increased, Naraku Sora surprisingly discovered that this guy seemed to be gradually comprehending the secrets of his Zanpakutō.
He seemed to be showing a trend of learning its name and completing his Shikai training.
At this rate, even without sacrificing Unohana Retsu, he could probably completely unseal his power and become one of the so-called Five Special War Threats.
However, just as the deathmatch was about to begin, a familiar voice suddenly echoed in Naraku Sora's ear.
"Sora, come to my place."
It was the bad woman.
Naraku Sora frowned. Senjumaru had been busy wrapping up her research lately, so she usually didn't have time to torment him. Why was she suddenly calling him over today?
"Zaraki, something came up temporarily..."
"Fight first, talk later."
Zaraki Kenpachi clearly had no intention of letting him leave. He directly erupted with Reiatsu, a golden, materialized radiance lingering around his body like burning light.
Naraku Sora grinned, clenching his five fingers as black and red interwoven lightning flashed and vanished.
Flash Step forward.
His figure disappeared from the spot, appearing directly in front of Zaraki Kenpachi as if teleporting, his ferocious smile close at hand.
Seemingly sensing that scorching battle intent, Zaraki Kenpachi's eyes grew exceptionally excited as he raised his Zanpakutō, preparing to slash down.
However, just as he completed the lifting motion, the black and red interwoven arcs of lightning landed on his body.
Boom!
A muffled explosion rang out on that sturdy body, and the man was instantly sent flying backward, crashing through the walls and the dojo with a deafening roar.
Naraku Sora hurriedly left, leaving behind only one sentence:
"Next time for sure!"
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