Bleach: Watch Closely, This Is How You Use a Zanpakutō novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215 - 215: Brothers

In the afternoon, Metastacia was cutting down members of the Tsunayashiro Clan, waiting for them to undergo Hollowfication.

His revered Aizen-sama was expecting him to finish the job and return in time for dinner, so he was feeling a little impatient.

Before arriving, he had been an artificial Adjuchas—an arachnid-like Hollow with a vaguely humanoid form, eight legs firmly planted on the ground, and thick red tentacles protruding from his back.

Originally, he was nothing more than an ordinary Hollow, but thanks to that man's modifications, he had evolved into an Adjuchas and gained many brothers in the process.

Now, however, he was inhabiting the body of a Tsunayashiro Clan Shinigami. It felt uncomfortable—his instincts told him he should be crawling, not walking.

Fully transforming this body back into his original form would take some time.

Metastacia grabbed a nearby Shinigami with red-ringed eyes.

"Second, how many of them are left?"

The Shinigami's true form was identical to his own, though he was also using a stolen body.

"No clue, boss. I never enhanced my perception—you should ask Third instead." Second scratched his head.

"Really? Guess I remembered wrong. Where is Third?"

Metastacia glanced at his brothers. A horde of monstrous figures, each with writhing red tentacles sprouting from their backs, were rampaging through the area, slaughtering without restraint.

The sight of all the blood thrilled him.

Unfortunately, he hadn't had time to memorize all their faces yet.

He had named them himself, but lacking creativity, he had simply gone with "Metastacia the Second," "Metastacia the Third," and so on. To make things more personal, he just called them "Second" and "Third."

It really did sound like they were family.

"Third is probably with those two," Second muttered, his expression sour. "They need the backup more."

Thinking about that Shinigami and the bull-headed Hollow put Metastacia in a bad mood.

To Aizen-sama, they seemed far more valuable than him.

He swung the Zanpakutō he had taken from his host's body and gazed down at the Shinigami who were about to become just like them.

All it took was a touch from their tentacles—once contact was made, a Shinigami's Zanpakutō would simply vanish. And without their blades, they were nothing more than defenseless prey.

Bored, Metastacia wandered from room to room, observing each Shinigami's horrific transformation into a Hollow. He debated whether to push further into this area or pull back.

After all, he had only been told to buy time, but no one had specified how long that was supposed to be.

How was he supposed to know when it was enough?

...

Ten minutes later, a cloaked figure glided silently through the sky along a Reishi path.

Rain poured down in sheets. Masatsuki Aozaki peered through a gap in the attic, his gaze falling upon a sprawling wooden estate at the edge of the horizon, shrouded in the storm.

This was the Tsunayashiro Clan's domain.

Officially, the title of "Head of the Nobility" still belonged to the Kuchiki Clan.

But in reality, as the Tsunayashiro Clan had expanded its influence over the past few centuries—manipulating the power structure within Seireitei—their dominance had made them the true rulers behind the scenes.

Now, their grand estate was drowning in blood.

Not a single living figure could be seen.

From his vantage point in the sky, even he couldn't take in the full extent of the carnage at once.

The towering wooden gates were shut tight, while the once-pristine white walls of the courtyard had been stained a deep crimson.

Masked creatures roamed the grounds, cutting each other down. Some fought desperately, only for their bodies to collapse and dissolve into Reishi mid-battle.

Most nobles lived within the designated Noble District, but the Tsunayashiro Clan—one of the Five Great Noble Houses—considered themselves the true rulers of Seireitei.

Their vast private territory reflected that arrogance.

As if they would ever lower themselves to live alongside lesser nobility.

"Damn, Aizen's really going all out. Is he trying to wipe out the Tsunayashiro Clan completely?" _{free.w e bn.ov(e)l(.)com}

Masatsuki muttered to himself, already concealing his Reiatsu as he descended.

"Not that I'm complaining," he sighed.

"Seeing the Tsunayashiro Clan in ruins like this is satisfying—but it's not quite the same if I don't do it myself."

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