"Masatsuki, you're not getting away from me in this lifetime."
Yoruichi Shihōin grinned as she stood up, the curve of her lips carrying a playful yet possessive edge.
A cat's sense of territory and ownership is strong—so she would make sure Masatsuki Aozaki could never leave her side.
Masatsuki crossed his arms, looking at Yoruichi with a smirk.
"I never planned on running away in the first place."
Hearing his words, Yoruichi's heart swelled with satisfaction.
She let out a pleased hum, grinning smugly. Then, shifting her attention to the ground, she opened another bag.
Inside were a black combat suit and an assortment of uniforms, some of which seemed... questionably themed.
Yoruichi picked up a small black halter-style combat outfit and held it up against measuring it against her.
"You really went wild last night. Look at how many of my outfits you ruined."
She shook her head helplessly.
Masatsuki coughed awkwardly at her remark.
"Ahem... Well, it's you we're talking about. Spending time with a cat, it's only natural I'd start acting like one too."
He scratched his head, recalling last night's reckless moments with Yoruichi and unable to suppress a small smile.
Yoruichi arched an eyebrow, seemingly satisfied with his response.
She continued rummaging through the bag, occasionally holding up a piece of clothing to check the fit.
Meanwhile, Masatsuki sat comfortably off to the side, watching her with quiet admiration.
"Alright, enough of that. Let's check on poor little first—and we need to clean up this mess. This place is a disaster."
Yoruichi frowned at the scene before her, sighing in exasperation.
This was her playground, not a one-time-use battlefield.
Despite being the noble heir of the Shihōin Clan, Yoruichi was surprisingly handy. Without hesitation, she started tidying up with efficiency.
"I'll leave it to you, Yoruichi," Masatsuki said, flashing her a flattering grin.
"Oh no, you don't! Don't think you can slack off on me—this is our shared property!"
Yoruichi placed her hands on her hips, puffing her cheeks in mock anger before suddenly grabbing his chin, tilting his face upward as she stared down at him with the commanding presence of a queen.
A startled scream from the hot spring suddenly echoed through the space, signaling the start of yet another eventful day.
Hearing the sound, Masatsuki and Yoruichi exchanged glances before bursting into laughter.
After the laughter subsided, they set to work, cleaning up the wreckage left behind.
Before long, cautiously stepped out from behind a rock, now clad in the same black halter combat uniform as Yoruichi.
Unlike Yoruichi, however, petite frame and slender build didn't exude the same alluring presence.
But her sharp, disciplined stance combined with the sleek outfit sent her coolness factor skyrocketing compared to the plain nightwear she had worn before.
Yoruichi let out a whistle at the sight of new look.
Masatsuki watched as face burning red, hesitantly took slow, uncertain steps forward. He nodded in approval.
The tailors of the 2nd Division truly knew their craft.
Though this specialized combat suit didn't emphasize figure, it highlighted her youthful energy, her fierce determination, and—perhaps most surprising of all—added a subtle touch of maturity.
In the end, it wasn't about looking sexy—it was about carrying herself with confidence. And in that regard, she was every bit as striking as Yoruichi.
For the sake of serving their young mistress, the former head of the Shihōin Clan and the past 2nd Division Captain—now their 3rd Seat—the division's tailors had certainly gone above and beyond.
kept her head down, her face flushed with embarrassment.
Every so often, she stole a glance at her new outfit, only for her blush to deepen even further.
"I'm sorry, Yoruichi-sama... This outfit isn't meant for me. I'll go change right away..."
As she spoke, she turned to leave.
Masatsuki Aozaki watched the adorable a wave of emotion washing over him.
This girl's devotion to Yoruichi Shihōin was beyond words.
Whenever she faced Yoruichi, she became shy and flustered. Yet in front of her squadmates, she exuded an icy, untouchable aura, keeping others at a distance.
That stark contrast only made her all the more endearing.
Yoruichi blinked and spoke with a rare seriousness,
"No need to change. From now on, this will be the official combat uniform for our 'personal bodyguards.'"
A playful smile curved her lips, a mischievous glint flashing in her golden eyes.
Hearing this, face turned even redder. She lowered her head, biting her lip, her fingers gripping the fabric of her clothes.
She wanted to refuse, but Yoruichi's words were absolute—how could she dare to go against them?
After all, her entire existence revolved around serving Yoruichi-sama.
Being chosen as Masatsuki's personal guard was already an incredible honor, and now, faced with Yoruichi's decision, there was no room for hesitation.
"What you should be thinking about is getting stronger. At this rate, you'll be dead young..."
"Cough cough... Yoruichi-sama..."
Caught off guard, blushed furiously, lowering her head as she muttered in embarrassment.
It was clear that last night's intense "training" had left its mark.
Especially since the ones pushing her to her limits had been her number one and number two favorite people—making the experience even more overwhelming.
"Since my little bodyguard will be by my side from now on, Captain Aozaki will personally handle your training," Yoruichi added with a smirk.
Masatsuki grinned, throwing an arm around shoulders. She stiffened, her body trembling slightly.
Recalling everything from the night before, found herself flustered and at a loss for words.
"You still have a long way to go. Just look at Yoruichi—she's perfectly fine today, moving around like nothing happened."
Masatsuki knew her well.
was prideful, but deep down, her admiration for Yoruichi ran deeper than anything else.
Even though Masatsuki had saved her life and helped her grow stronger, he still didn't hold the same place in her heart as Yoruichi Shihōin.
"You really do need to increase your training," Yoruichi said, her expression turning more serious.
Seeing this, immediately straightened up and nodded obediently.
"Yes, Yoruichi-sama!"
"Good girl. That deserves a reward."
Yoruichi lifted chin with a teasing touch, her voice gentle yet playful.
Masatsuki took a step forward without hesitation.
It seemed he had found the perfect way to rein in.
After a long while...
flushed face turned toward Masatsuki, her eyes still dazed.
"What? Thinking about more bodyguard training?"
Masatsuki smiled knowingly.
The moment remembered Masatsuki's relentless training sessions, she instantly shrank back.
"N-No, Masatsuki-sama... I-I'll go eat breakfast first. You and Yoruichi-sama can keep talking."
Spotting the milk sitting on the low table nearby, quickly latched onto the excuse as a perfect escape.
She may have survived yesterday, but today? She refused to go through that again.
If they pushed her too far again, she'd definitely have to take a leave of absence.
Masatsuki watched the flustered, retreating figure of the once-cool and composed and couldn't help but chuckle.
"If you let her go now, you might not get another chance today," Yoruichi murmured, stepping up beside him, watching disappear.
A partner in crime to Masatsuki Aozaki, through and through.