Little Friend, Are You Dissatisfied with My Arrangements?

Yoruichi Shihōin moved with agile grace, her body fluid and dynamic. Carrying two black pillars on her back, she stepped on Reishi in the low sky and leaped toward Noble Street. "Kisuke, are you sure you can close the Hell Gate?" Yoruichi Shihōin's short purple hair was swept into disarray as she raced forward. Unable to hold back, she asked Kisuke Urahara, who was following behind her. She and Kisuke Urahara had been childhood friends.