Bleach: Watch Closely, This Is How You Use a Zanpakutō novel Chapter 107

Chapter 107 - 107: It's Common Sense That Fast People Are Always Late

"I didn't think even the strongest Shinigami in Soul Society would be late... old man."

Masatsuki Aozaki collapsed onto his knees, trembling, his hands pressed against the ground, a smug grin on his face.

Blood dripped from every inch of his battered body, pooling beneath him in streaks of black and red.

Pain coursed through his entire being. Every muscle felt drained of strength, and the dizziness from excessive blood loss hit him in waves, lulling him toward unconsciousness.

Yet, despite it all, his pale face still held a teasing smile.

"You always talk about how no one in a thousand years could match you in swordsmanship, Hakuda, or Kido... but your Shunpo still needs work. Guess you'd better keep practicing."

This damned disciple...

Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's eye twitched. As he scanned the scene, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he fell silent.

His gaze landed on the corpse of Kenpachi Kiganjō.

This brat...

A long stretch of silence followed before Yamamoto finally let out a gruff murmur.

"Well done."

Masatsuki Aozaki let out a sharp laugh.

"Master, if you're struggling to say it, you don't have to force yourself. I know exactly what you mean—I'm well aware of how exceptional I am."

Yamamoto huffed heavily but didn't argue.

He had to admit—

This student was remarkable.

Unbelievably remarkable.

More talented than himself.

Where else could you find a student this young capable of killing a captain?

The two locked eyes, saying nothing, as if searching for something within each other's gaze.

It didn't take long before they both understood.

One was looking for warmth and acknowledgment.

The other was looking for expectation and reassurance.

And they both found what they were looking for.

Words were no longer necessary.

...

A graceful figure hurried forward, stopping behind Yamamoto. A soft voice spoke.

"Captain-Commander, we've arrived."

The familiarity of the voice made Yamamoto pause before he quickly turned, issuing orders to his subordinates.

"The traitor Kenpachi Kiganjō has been executed by 2nd Division's Third Seat, Masatsuki. He is seriously injured—Fourth Division, see to his recovery."

"Yes, sir," Retsu Unohana nodded slightly.

"I'll be in your care, Unohana!" Masatsuki Aozaki chuckled.

"Leave it to me."

Unohana gave him a slow, measured look, her gaze flickering as a small smile played on her lips.

If she'd heard correctly, Kenpachi Kiganjō had been slain by Masatsuki Aozaki.

This boy always found a way to surprise people.

The moment those words left her lips,

Masatsuki Aozaki felt something.

His expression stiffened, and his head snapped up.

The sight of that gentle, elegant face—paired with a warm, soothing smile—sent an involuntary shiver down his spine.

He knew that smile all too well.

There was no doubt about it—

She was in the mood for a sparring session.

Unohana, seemingly aware of his realization, gave him a playful wink, her fondness for him barely concealed.

With a graceful wave of her hand, she swiftly unsheathed her Zanpakutō.

As the name "Minazuki" rang out, the long blade transformed before everyone's eyes—

Into a massive, one-eyed manta ray.

"Long time no see," Masatsuki Aozaki greeted the old fish, fully aware of what was about to happen.

He was about to be swallowed whole. Again.

Although it left him sticky, he didn't particularly mind the comforting sensation.

Unfortunately, in his current state, he lacked the strength to leap inside on his own.

A shame, really—for both parties.

"Heh..." The giant manta ray opened its massive mouth.

Masatsuki Aozaki, ever cooperative, took two steps forward.

Minazuki glided toward him.

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