Naruto: Sasuke Uchiha Returns from Soul Society

The black and purple figures transformed into two constantly colliding streaks of light above the sea of ​​sand, each intersection accompanied by a deafening roar.

The scene was spectacular yet deadly.

"..."

In the distance, Soi Fon, who had just recovered from the immense energy drained by Bankai, stared blankly at the scene, her mind a complete blank.

"That bastard..."

She looked at the figure fighting Yoruichi to a standstill, and recalled Yoruichi's teasing remark about his "new love" earlier.

A nameless fire, a mixture of jealousy and anger, instantly surged up into her head.

In her view, this was nothing more than that “Uchiha brat of unknown origin” who, after Yoruichi showed mercy, still didn’t know what was good for him and launched a sneak attack!

And Yoruichi actually started playing along with him!

This is truly unforgivable!

"Omaeda!"

Soi Fon's rationality completely vanished at that moment. She turned around abruptly and roared at the adjutant beside her who was still in a daze.

"What are you standing there for?! Go and support Lord Yoruichi!"

"Huh?! But Captain! That level of battle, if I go in..."

Omaeda Norichiyo was startled. He looked at the scene of gods fighting in the distance, and then at his captain's face, which was full of "you're dead if you don't go" and his fat face trembled.

Are we going to...go to our deaths?

Yoruichi is so strong, he probably doesn't need my help. I might as well stay and take care of Soi Fon.

"Enough with the nonsense, this is an order!"

"Yes, yes!!!"

Although Ōmaeda was extremely unwilling, the captain's orders were absolute.

He took a deep breath, a tragic expression on his face, and pulled out the huge "five-headed" meteor hammer from his pocket.

"Lord Yoruichi! I'm here to help you!"

He let out a shout, wielding his massive meteor hammer, and charged fearlessly toward the center of the battlefield between Sasuke and Yoruichi.

"..."

"..."

Almost the instant that roar rang out, the two streaks of light that had been locked in a fierce battle simultaneously stopped fighting with remarkable tacit understanding.

Sasuke's figure left a blurry trail of lightning as he appeared on the left side of the battlefield.

Yoruichi, meanwhile, moved swiftly and silently, landing on the right side of the battlefield.

"boom--!!!"

Omaeda's valiant charge ended in vain.

The enormous meteor hammer crashed heavily onto the deserted sand, stirring up a cloud of dust.

As the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, he looked up somewhat blankly and found himself right between Sasuke and Yoruichi.

The boy on the left, wearing a half-pale white mask, was calmly staring at him with his heterochromatic eyes.

The woman on the right, whose entire body was wrapped in platinum-gold lightning, also crossed her arms and looked him over with great interest.

Although one is cold and the other playful, the underlying message of "caring for the intellectually disabled" is so clear.

The entire scene descended into an awkward and suffocating atmosphere.

Ōmaeda shook his somewhat dazed head, climbed out of the sandpit, and gave Yoruichi a fawning look.

"Lord Yoruichi! I've come to your aid!"

He gave an awkward laugh, trying to break the silence, "This ungrateful bastard, I, Ōmaeda, will handle him!"

"Ugh......"

Yoruichi sighed and rubbed his aching temples with a hint of helplessness.

“Sasuke isn’t an enemy.” She glanced at the clown and explained listlessly, “We were just sparring.”

"Shall we...spar?"

Ōmaeda's mind went blank for a moment. His small eyes darted back and forth between Sasuke and Yoruichi, and the fat on his face trembled.

He mechanically rolled his eyes, then blankly pointed to the three nearly maimed female Arrancar who were being helped up by Harribel in the distance, before glancing at his captain's equally tattered combat uniform.

Finally, he pointed to the still-wet bloodstains on his body, his mind filled with huge questions.

A friendly exchange?

What a joke!

Just now, Harribel's subordinates were fighting to the death with Captain Soi Fon and myself, and every move they made was a deadly attack.

What kind of friendly competition is this?!

"That blonde woman just now, wasn't she calling him 'Lord Sasuke'? Aren't they all in cahoots? Weren't we just fighting them to the death? Wasn't that why you...?"

The more he talked, the more incoherent he became; the simple chain of logic in his mind was completely tangled.

Seeing his foolish expression, Yoruichi was too lazy to explain further. He simply waved his hand and turned his gaze back to Sasuke.

At this moment, the half of his pale, bone-like mask was peeling away inch by inch, just like a sand sculpture being weathered.

"Hey kid, what's with that half-face mask on you?"

Yoruichi slowly stepped forward, stretched out her finger, and curiously poked the last remaining fragment of the mask on Sasuke's cheek that was about to disappear.

"Why do I feel like it's something like your black knife?"

Sasuke did not answer immediately, but calmly extended his right hand and slowly opened it.

A crystal emitting an eerie purple light quietly floated in his palm.

Each pulse seems to resonate with one's inner self.

It's a Hogyoku.

The moment Yoruichi saw the crystal, all the playfulness on her face vanished.

The pupils suddenly contracted to needle-like sizes, a biologically instinctive reaction.

Almost simultaneously, her body acted before her mind could react, her hand transforming into a blur as she reached for the Hogyoku in Sasuke's palm.

However, before her fingertips could even touch it, Sasuke was one step ahead of her, flipping his wrist to retrieve the Hogyoku back into his arms with fluid, effortless movements.

Yoruichi's expression immediately changed after her first attack failed.

The sharpness and seriousness in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by an almost roguish smile.

"Oh dear, don't be so stingy, little Sasuke."

She moved closer to Sasuke, her body seemingly boneless, and gently leaned her weight on his arm, rubbing against him lightly with her soft shoulder.

Her voice then became as alluring as a cat's coquettish murmur.

"Just let me take a look, okay?"

"I'm just confirming. I promise I won't steal it from you."

This scene left Soi Fon, who was struggling to stand up in the distance, dumbfounded.

An incredulous bewilderment surfaced in her usually cold eyes.

What is Yoruichi doing?

The noble, powerful, and inviolable Lord Yoruichi in her heart... was actually acting coquettishly towards a man.

An indescribable bitterness and anger surged into Soi Fon's heart, making her tremble with rage and almost draw her sword again.

At this moment, Yoruichi's heart was far from as relaxed as she appeared.

It's great that the Hogyoku isn't in Aizen's hands!

This was the thought that brought her the most relief.

She was initially delighted, but then a greater sense of confusion welled up inside her.

But why is he in Sasuke's possession? Did Aizen entrust him with this task?

But why exactly...?

Despite Yoruichi's appearance, Sasuke remained unmoved, his expression showing no emotion whatsoever.

Seeing this, Yoruichi gradually stopped acting coquettishly.

She knew in her heart that this little brat was now completely impervious to reason, and trying to reason with him would be useless.

After rejecting Yoruichi, Sasuke looked into her eyes and calmly asked, "Why did you come to Hueco Mundo?"

"what?"

Yoruichi immediately put her hands on her hips, straightened her back, and adopted a "take it for granted" expression, raising her voice a few decibels.

"Of course I'm worried about you, you ignorant brat!"

She stretched out her finger, almost poking Sasuke's nose.

"What if you run off to a place like this all by yourself and get devoured alive by that old fox Aizen? As his teacher, of course I had to come and check on you!"

"Is that so?" Sasuke looked at her quietly.

Her eyes were as calm as a still pond, clearly reflecting her slightly exaggerated expression.

"......All right."

Yoruichi's imposing aura unconsciously weakened under the gaze of those eyes.

She looked away somewhat guiltily, but finally sighed helplessly and gave up pretending.

"Ugh, what an unlovable guy."

She confessed the true purpose of her trip: "It was the Commander-in-Chief's order. There have been large-scale abnormal disappearances of souls in Hueco Mundo recently. He ordered the Covert Task Force to investigate, and I'm just helping out with this trip."

"His soul has disappeared?" Sasuke frowned.