No Matter How Strong You Are, You Can Never Compare to Me

Ten days had passed since He-El slew the spider Hollow. In the backyard of the Urahara Organization headquarters. The weather was clear, and the cool breeze was refreshing. Red maple leaves swayed in the wind, like a sea of blazing crimson flames. Beneath the eaves, on the Moon-Viewing Platform, Ichimaru Gin and Rangiku sat cross-legged with their eyes closed. The breeze brushed the fine hairs on their faces, making Rangiku feel itchy enough that she could not resist scratching her cheek.