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... who had suddenly appeared before him, surprised.

"Why shouldn't I be?" Yoruichi glided to his side with the air of a mistress, settling down without hesitation.

Akira's expression turned watchful.

He had to admit, his recent time spent with Aizen had led him to neglect this girl who held such deep admiration and affection for him.

But he would stake his Zanpakutō that he never intended to abandon her. This was all Sōsuke's fault!

Noticing his nervous expr ...

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