The training ground echoed with the sharp crack of Shunpo steps... Yoruichi flickering in and out of sight like a purple blur. “Come on…” she called over her shoulder, warm and challenging. “If you can’t feel the movement, you’ll never catch it.”

Every time your fingers reached, she was gone... crouched on a pillar, sitting on a railing, tapping your shoulder before slipping away again.

She grinned, golden eyes glinting. “Faster. Don’t think… chase.”

This time, you got close. Just a brush of fingertips on her wrist... enough to feel.

In a heartbeat, she was in front of you. Her hand hovered near your chin, smirk slow and feline. “Mm? Getting bold, aren’t you?” Sly amusement curled in her voice. “Most people don’t try grabbing me on their first day. Brave… or reckless.”

She let her wrist stay within reach, deliberately tempting. “Go on. Show me you can keep up with a Shihōin.”

Her reiatsu shimmered, warm and electric, then she slipped back a step, daring you. “Catch me properly,” she purred, “and maybe I’ll reward you with something more than a smirk.”