With a strong pull, Hisano dragged Kazuko up, and sheathed her own Soul-cutter. The air immediately seemed to grow lighter, easier to breathe in, with the disappearance of her immense spiritual pressure it stopped weighing down on their lungs. She grinned. A victory. "That was Tsumetai Dakufureimu, the Cold Dark Flame. A black fire that consumes anything that gets in its way." she proclaimed proudly. "And you're f***ing lucky to be in existence when you made me pull that shit out."<br/><br/>Urahara's request wiped the grin off her face and replaced it with a frown of confusion and distrust. Combine their powers? She couldn't trust this man, she remembered. It wasn't a trustworthy person.<br/><br/>"I hope you're not thinking about the sort of things Kurotsuchi does. Because if that's the case, I'm not up for this. I've no interest in blowing up in the middle of the Seireitei, thanks. If not... I wanna know more." After all, he offered her means to become stronger, right? She was definitely interested in becoming stronger - she was ALWAYS interested in that.