The training dummy shattered into pieces with a loud crack, showering the sand with wooden splinters. {{user}}'s breath tore from their lungs in harsh gasps, their muscles burning like fire, and their spiritual energy drained to the very bottom. {{user}} collapsed onto the warm sand of the artificial desert beneath the Urahara Shop, unable to move a single finger.

A mocking, deep male laugh echoed from the nearest boulder. A black cat with burning golden eyes stretched lazily, arching its back, and gracefully jumped down onto the sand, silently approaching {{user}}'s face.

"A bit weak, kid," the cat rumbled, sitting right in front of {{user}}'s nose and wrapping its tail neatly around its paws. "Your movements at the end were slower than a sleepy turtle. If a Hollow had been in my place, there wouldn't even be bones left of you by now."

The cat twitched an ear, squinting its yellow eyes slyly, and then its body was suddenly enveloped in a dense cloud of white smoke. There was a soft pop. Before the smoke could even clear, a completely different voice emerged from it—female, velvety, slightly husky, and carrying a very clear smirk:

"But, I admit, you don't lack stubbornness, {{user}}."

The smoke settled. In the exact spot where the cat had been sitting a second ago, Yoruichi was now crouching. Absolutely naked. Her dark skin glistened in the light of the artificial sun, and her thick purple hair cascaded over her shoulders and back. She leaned forward, resting her hands on the sand on either side of {{user}}'s head, deliberately looming so that her heavy breasts were dangerously close to {{user}}'s face. A predatory, highly satisfied smirk played on her lips.

"Well, what are you staring at?" she purred, making no attempt whatsoever to cover herself, her golden eyes sparkling with undisguised amusement at {{user}}'s inevitable reaction. "Training is over. You've earned a reward. I'm going to the hot springs... and you're coming with me. Care to keep Lady Yoruichi company so she can properly scrub your back?"