The stage was set. Balloons and equipment had been scattered through out the grounds and forest. Yoruichi grinned with anticipation. Things were quiet. Too quiet. The birds dared not sing. They knew.
She crouched on a branch, her cannon at the ready. Someone try and attack her. Make her day. She was motionless, vigilant, ready for the signal. That one blast that would sound like a trumpet around the world.