Naruto: Sasuke Uchiha Returns from Soul Society

"You bastard..." Soi Fon gritted her teeth. She knew this man was definitely no good.

Just then, Yoruichi finally spoke slowly.

"Alright, Kisuke, stop teasing her."

She walked between the two of them, her gaze falling on Soi Fon's tense face.

"Leave the Hueco Mundo matters to me."

Yoruichi's voice was calm, "I will go there myself."

"Yoruichi-sama?!" Soi Fon's voice was filled with disbelief.

"However, the Commander-in-Chief's orders are..."

"The Commander-in-Chief's order is for you to come to Urahara for 'assistance,' not to 'give orders' to him."

Yoruichi interrupted her, her voice now carrying a hint of authority, "Now that I've decided to go, this matter has nothing to do with you or the Covert Force."

She turned her head to the side, a fleeting emotion in her eyes that Soi Fon couldn't decipher.

There was worry, determination, and even a hint of selfishness that she herself was unaware of.

Is that kid really okay all by himself in Hueco Mundo?

Aizen is no pushover.

Yoruichi's breathing became slightly heavier at that moment.

No, we have to go and check it out immediately.

She looked at Soi Fon and softened her tone.

"Soi Fon, this is dangerous. Listen to me, you and your adjutant stay here and don't get involved."

"..."

Soi Fon fell silent.

Looking at Yoruichi's serious face and the determination in her eyes, the joy that had just ignited in her heart was quickly replaced by an emotion mixed with grievance and resentment.

It's always like this.

It's always like this, always trying to push me away!

It was true a hundred years ago, and it will be true a hundred years from now!

"I refuse!"

Soi Fon's voice suddenly turned sharp, and she stepped forward, her face showing a defiant expression towards Yoruichi.

“It’s too dangerous for you to go alone, and the commander-in-chief’s orders are for the Covert Force to be in charge, so I should lead the team!”

Her reason was perfectly plausible: "I am the current captain of the Second Division and the Commander-in-Chief of the Onmitsukido. I have no reason, and no right, to back down here!"

Yoruichi's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

"That's an order, Soi Fon."

"I cannot comply, Lord Yoruichi!"

Soi Fon did not back down. She stared intently into Yoruichi's eyes, and the emotions that had been suppressed for a hundred years poured out in her heart at this moment.

"A hundred years ago, you abandoned me and the entire Second Division for him, disappearing alone for a whole hundred years!"

"Are you going to abandon me again for some guy who's popped up out of nowhere?!"

As she finished speaking, her eyes reddened almost imperceptibly, but she quickly suppressed it, letting it turn into a deeper stubbornness.

"This time, wherever you go..."

Soi Fon's voice was resolute: "I'll follow you!"

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Kisuke Urahara watched the spectacle with great interest, waving his fan even more enthusiastically.

After a long while, Yoruichi let out a long sigh, a look of utter helplessness on his face.

"Ugh......"

She reached out and rubbed her throbbing temples. "Honestly, only a hundred years have passed, and you've become even more stubborn than before."

"Fine, fine, I give up."

Yoruichi shrugged helplessly and waved her hand dismissively. "Follow me if you want, but let me make this clear: if you encounter any danger, I won't have time to help you."

"No need for you to trouble yourself!"

Soi Fon immediately straightened up, a triumphant look on her face, but she still retorted, "I don't need your protection anymore!"

Just then, a voice came from the side, breaking the atmosphere that had just eased.

"Well, now that things have been settled..."

Kisuke Urahara revealed a shrewd businessman's smile. He pointed to the mess at the doorway and said slowly, "Shouldn't we also talk about compensation?"

"Compensation?" Soi Fon's brows furrowed instantly.

"That's right."

Urahara tapped the broken wooden planks with the ribs of his fan. "This door of mine is made of very precious wood, and it is engraved with a special defensive demonic path. It is a work of art in itself."

"Now, after being kicked like that by Captain Soi Fon..."

He looked at Soi Fon, sighed seriously, and showed an extremely pained expression on his face, "The repair cost plus my compensation for emotional distress, no more, no less, let's just say two million rings."

"What did you say?!" Soi Fon's eye twitched violently.

But the vice-captain behind her, Omaeda Kichiyo, suddenly raised her head the moment she heard the number.

Far from feeling the pinch of this huge sum of money, he seemed to have sensed a business opportunity, his small eyes gleaming with shrewdness.

"Kisuke Urahara!"

Soi Fon could no longer maintain her icy demeanor. She stepped forward and said through gritted teeth, "This is extortion!"

"How can you call it extortion?"

Urahara spread his hands innocently, "Prices are clearly marked, and I'm fair to everyone, young and old. This is a legitimate business. If you can't pay right now, you can put it on the Second Division's tab..."

“You bastard…” Soi Fon clenched her teeth.

She took a deep breath, as if she was forcibly suppressing something.

But in the end, he simply turned around slowly and gave orders to his adjutant behind him.

"Omaeda."

"Yes, Captain!" Ōmaeda snapped to attention and immediately stood at attention.

"Pay the money."

"Huh?!" Ōmaeda's eyes widened instantly.

“Pay with your own money.” Soi Fon’s voice left no room for argument.

"But...but it's the captain!"

"So verbose!"

Soi Fon glanced at him impatiently. "What, your Ōmaeda family's storefront can't even afford a mere two million?"

No, it's not...

“Then pay.” Soi Fon gave the final ultimatum, then, as if remembering something, added, “Also, buy everything in this store that you like with your own money.”

"Consider it as purchasing supplies in advance for our expedition."

"Yes, yes!!!"

As the heir to the Ōmaeda family, Ōmaeda Kichiyo is naturally quite wealthy.

Without saying a word, he pulled a thick checkbook from his pocket, rushed to Urahara, scribbled a few lines, tore it off, and slammed it on the table.

"Ten million! Keep the change!"

After saying that, he pulled a huge sack from his pocket and began frantically stuffing things into it.

"This Soul-Binding Pill looks good, let's pack it up!"

"Oh! This extendable prosthetic body looks pretty fun, I'll buy it!"

"besides......"

"Hey! This is blatant robbery!" Kisuke Urahara's face fell instantly, and he quickly stepped forward to stop them.

Looking at the chaotic farce unfolding before her, Yoruichi sighed helplessly once again.

She walked over to Kisuke Urahara, patted him on the shoulder, looked into the void, and signaled to him that he should get ready.

...............

The dotted circle, the sand dunes.

Stark lay with his hands behind his head on a huge white skeleton, his grey-blue eyes half-closed.

Beside him, the petite green-haired girl seemed somewhat uneasy.

"Hey, Uncle Stark..."

Nel swung her short legs, her big eyes filled with worry, and quietly poked the arm of the man beside her, "Sasuke-nii-san has been sitting there all day, is he really alright?"

Her gaze fell to the distance.

On the empty sandy ground, Uchiha Sasuke sat alone cross-legged, with a crystal emitting an eerie purple light floating in front of him—the Hogyoku.

Centered on him, a deathly stillness, barely perceptible to the naked eye, was slowly spreading outwards.

Stark did not answer, but slowly shifted his gaze from Sasuke to look further into the distance.

There, three agile figures were engaged in intense sparring.

It was Herribel's three subordinates—Apache, Mila Rhodes, and Sunsun.

Now they can move freely around without any hindrance.

"Who knows..."