Bleach: Watch Closely, This Is How You Use a Zanpakutō novel Chapter 216

Chapter 216 - 216: Stars

The news of the Tsunayashiro Clan's defenses collapsing yet again spread like wildfire across their territory. With it, the last remnants of their Shinigami's fighting spirit crumbled.

These so-called warriors—arrogant bullies in times of power—had been reduced to nothing more than terrified prey. Their once-brutal nature had completely vanished, replaced by sheer, unrelenting fear.

The elders of the clan understood the truth.

For decades, the Tsunayashiro Clan had expanded recklessly, growing ever more influential on the surface. But beneath that illusion of power, their military strength had been steadily declining.

The Eleventh Kenpachi—just the thought of him was enough to make them grit their teeth in fury—had cost them several warriors with Captain-class Reiatsu.

Then came the invasion of the Black Swordsman.

Not only had the branch family suffered heavy losses, but even the main house had been forced to sacrifice many of their strongest fighters.

This was a clan that had once stood at the pinnacle of Soul Society for over a million years. Their ancestors had fought alongside the Soul King himself.

Yet over countless generations, their once-pure noble blood had diluted, leaving their descendants weaker and weaker. That was why, in desperation, they had swallowed their pride to keep Tokinada Tsunayashiro under their control.

Now, they had fallen so far that even Hollows could trample over them.

They shivered as they looked upon the strange creatures stalking through their halls.

Their grotesque, distorted faces...

Their unnerving familiarity...

These were people they had known.

Loyal retainers. Trusted servants. Even family.

All twisted into something unrecognizable.

...

A man in noble attire strode through the rain, heading toward the Tsunayashiro branch family's compound.

His pleasant smile did nothing to mask the oppressive force of his terrifying Reiatsu.

The Metastacias hesitated, taking a step back and raising their bloodstained Zanpakutōs. Their stance immediately exposed them as amateurs—anyone trained in Zanjutsu could see it at a glance.

The nobleman held his sword casually in one hand.

With a simple swing, his treasured family blade shattered their weapons and, in the same motion, sent their heads flying.

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