“… I told you it was alright, didn’t I? ” Soi nodded in silent agreement, then Yoruichi picked up their blades and hooked them beneath her right arm. “Come on, I’m hungry. Let’s see if we can get something from the kitchen, all right? ” Soi allowed herself the tiniest of grins as they set off back in the direction of Soul Society. The cooks only fed people at a certain time, but for the heiress to one of the four noble houses, they would’ve set out a feast at two in the morning. The young girl was about to point this fact out to Yoruichi when she looked at her sempai and blinked. She seemed perfectly normal, other than the slightly downcast expression on her face. Not passive, like when she was forced to talk to someone in her traditional kimono and royal attire, or even serious as though she had her mind on something especially grave. It was almost… sad. But Yoruichi was never seemed like she was sad about anything. Unless… “… Yoruichi-sama? “”Hmm? ” Yoruichi’s face immediately melted back into the familiar grin, almost making Soi think she had imagined the slight melancholy on her features. “… Nothing… …to be continued!