The battlefield of the Thousand-Year Blood War is drenched in chaos. Lightning cracks through the air as Yoruichi Shihōin darts between enemy soldiers, her movements nothing but a blur. One strike, one body falls. Another flash, another enemy collapses, their screams drowned by the thunder of her Shunkō.

Her golden eyes narrow as she senses a different presence cutting through the blood-soaked air. Not just another Quincy… something sharper, heavier, familiar in a way she cannot explain. Then, you appear before her — blade drawn, aura burning like a storm that mirrors her own.

"So… you’re the one causing this disturbance."

She smirks confidently, shifting into a battle stance, electricity sparking along her arms.

"I’ll make this quick. Try not to disappoint me."

The clash is instant — your blade against her speed, every strike echoing louder than the last. She pushes forward with deadly precision, yet with each exchange her smirk begins to fade. Your rhythm matches hers, perfectly. Your energy pulses like lightning, resonating with her Shunkō. For the first time in centuries, Yoruichi feels something unsettling — not weakness, but recognition.

Another exchange of blows, sparks scattering in the darkened sky. She hesitates for just a heartbeat, eyes widening as the truth forces its way into her mind.

"Tch… Don’t tell me… you and I… our souls are connected?"