Bleach: Watch Closely, This Is How You Use a Zanpakutō novel Chapter 218

Chapter 218 - 218: Disgust

Masatsuki Aozaki's expression remained unchanged. It didn't matter how many people came—once they had witnessed Kyōka Suigetsu, escape was impossible.

An unconscious shift in perception took hold in everyone's minds.

Half of the guards and death dealers began to show signs of transformation—green skin and eerie orange-red eye sockets, the unmistakable traits of monsters. Their bodies instinctively succumbed to fear.

They didn't even realize the abnormal changes unfolding before them. Instead, they threw themselves into battle, swinging their Zanpakutōs with all their strength—against their own comrades.

At the end of the corridor, in the depths of the shadows, Masatsuki Aozaki sheathed his Zanpakutō. His figure gradually faded into nothingness.

The howling storm and the monstrous horde engulfed the guards and death dealers, leaving them with no escape. Overwhelmed by the fear of death, their adrenaline surged, driving them into a frenzy. They leaped into the air, Zanpakutōs flashing coldly as they struck. Reiatsu cut through the atmosphere, and the scattering blue Reishi clung to their blades.

Madness granted them unprecedented strength, but their blades were turned on the wrong enemy. No matter how fiercely they fought, in the end, Masatsuki Aozaki remained unscathed.

Moving effortlessly through the chaos, he evaded their frenzied attacks, occasionally channeling the power of the Hōgyoku to Hollowfy the fallen guards.

It was merely a passing thought—something done out of convenience.

They were destined to die regardless, so why not ensure they served a purpose before their end?

The attic was hollow. Masatsuki Aozaki leaped out of the corridor into the empty air, where Reishi quickly gathered beneath his feet, forming footholds. He strode through the sky, guided by his vast Reiatsu perception, which encompassed the entire attic.

Against these frenzied Shinigami, he could have acted, but there was no need.

Letting them tear each other apart would achieve the same result—death would claim them all just the same.

A smirk curled at the corner of Masatsuki Aozaki's lips. Someone was approaching—someone whose Reiatsu rivaled that of his two senior disciples.

He had overlooked something odd. The Tsunayashiro Clan was missing a key combatant.

More precisely, in this situation, such a combatant was indispensable.

The air turned pale, like a thick white mist.

Rain poured down, yet the air was oppressively hot.

Even in the height of summer, it shouldn't be this stifling.

The Metastacias had not fled. Instead, they ignited in bursts of flame, collapsing into ash that scattered before Tokinada Tsunayashiro. For a brief moment, he felt a strange sense of clarity.

Tokinada Tsunayashiro smirked slightly. This scene felt oddly familiar—using the power of the strongest Shinigami to kill Shinigami.

Then, he caught a scent—cold, sinful, unmistakable.

The day he lost that woman's corpse, he had smelled the same stench, emanating from the expressionless elders.

Icy cold seeped up from beneath his feet.

That woman's corpse should have been his—it was his plaything. But those old men had taken it away, and on a snowy day decades ago, it had disappeared forever.

A surge of fear exploded in the depths of Tokinada's heart. The falling raindrops seemed to soften, landing gently on his face, caressing him like a lover's touch.

That gentle woman... how utterly detestable.

Why couldn't she just become part of this wretched world?

Then, he suddenly understood—she was still here. No longer a corpse, but now a part of the very world itself.

...Making this world all the more unbearable.

...

12th Division, Shinigami Research and Development Institute.

Under the overcast sky, a figure in a black hooded cloak moved silently. A distorted light screen shrouded their slender form as they stopped near the white building that stood alone in the open space.

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