Bleach: Watch Closely, This Is How You Use a Zanpakutō novel Chapter 110

Chapter 110 - 110: Return to a Thousand Years

Seireitei, Central District, 1st Division Headquarters.

Captain's Office.

Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto stood before a crimson painting, leaning on his staff.

The image depicted a man with a traditional samurai topknot, gripping a katana, his figure engulfed in roaring flames as he burned the world around him.

The man in the painting was a monster from Soul Society's past—one who had nearly destroyed the world.

Genryūsai Yamamoto.

Flashing swords, howling winds, roaring thunder, and searing flames...

Battlefield reports raced through Yamamoto's mind, pulling him into contemplation.

"Just how much is that Masatsuki kid hiding from me?" Yamamoto narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself.

"Captain-Commander."

A clear female voice rang out from beyond the door.

"Enter."

Yamamoto responded, slowly shifting his gaze away and resuming his usual composed expression.

The sliding door opened, revealing Retsu Unohana.

She spoke softly, "Captain-Commander, the investigation is complete."

Yamamoto studied the 4th Division Captain, her radiant smile making it clear that she was genuinely pleased.

The two had known each other for a thousand years—he could tell when she was truly happy.

He nodded and asked warmly, "What's the situation?"

Although Kenpachi Kiganjō was dead, he had been the Captain of the 11th Division—a Shinigami bearing the title of Kenpachi.

And given how unexpectedly Masatsuki Aozaki had performed in battle, it was only natural that the details of the fight would be scrutinized.

Unohana bowed her head slightly.

"Masatsuki Aozaki has completed treatment and has mostly recovered."

"As for the specifics of the rebel attack..."

"There were many strange battle traces found both on the battlefield and on Kiganjō Kenpachi's body."

"However, one thing is certain—Kenpachi Kiganjō was indeed slain by Masatsuki Aozaki."

Yamamoto let out an unimpressed sigh and rolled his eyes.

"That kid performed well, but it's not time yet."

Unohana gave a small, awkward smile.

The thought of Masatsuki Aozaki taking down Kenpachi Kiganjō alone was undeniably exhilarating.

If she were being honest, she was itching to head straight to the 4th Division and challenge him to a proper sword match—several, in fact.

"Speaking of that brat Masatsuki, the details of this battle will remain classified for now," Yamamoto said. "Keep a close eye on the others."

Retsu Unohana pondered for a moment before responding with a serious expression.

"I understand. I will pass along your orders, but if they refuse to obey..."

"Kill them."

Yamamoto's voice was ice-cold.

In an instant, the kind old man vanished, replaced by the terrifying monster who had once struck fear across Soul Society a thousand years ago.

Seeing this, Unohana hesitated for a brief moment.

She remained silent, letting out a quiet sigh in her heart.

Those days... truly were unforgettable.

Though that era had been filled with chaos, slaughter, and death, for her, it had been the best time of all.

And yet, when had this man—this demon before her, more fearsome than even herself—begun to restrain his bloodlust?

Masatsuki Aozaki...

Once again, Unohana found her thoughts drifting to the man who constantly shattered her expectations.

He had yet to lose his edge. His talent was undeniable.

It was only a matter of time before he caught up to them.

Their battle was inevitable.

For the sake of that intoxicating thrill, she would have to guide him well.

She could hardly wait... for the day of their inevitable clash.

"...Where is 3rd Seat Masatsuki now?"

Yamamoto paid no mind to the subtle change in Unohana's expression and simply continued his inquiry.

"He's currently recuperating in the 4th Division," Unohana replied. "Though his injuries have healed, the battle was intense, so I've ordered him to remain under observation for the time being."

"Observation? You're spoiling him too much!" Yamamoto scoffed. "A few minor wounds don't warrant hospitalization. Don't forget how we got through things in our time."

The more he listened, the more irritated he became.

Why is this ruthless killer being so gentle with that brat?

It made it seem as if he, the Master, was failing in his duty.

Damn it, how did this woman—who once bathed in blood without hesitation—become such a soft, nurturing figure?

Something was off. _{free.webn\ove(l)(.)c(o)m}

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