Bleach: Watch Closely, This Is How You Use a Zanpakutō novel Chapter 230

Chapter 230 - 230: Devious Merchant

"I want it all!"

Masatsuki Aozaki leaned in close to Kisuke Urahara, raising a hand into a claw-like shape with a crisp "click-click" sound, perfectly mimicking the Leopard Head from Justice, My Foot!.

"That's too much. Sure, the game was your idea, but I'm the one actually making it," Urahara pouted. "How about this—40-60, with me taking 40?"

Masatsuki narrowed his eyes and stared at him, shaking his head slightly without a word.

Urahara pulled a bitter face. "Thirty-seventy, that's my bottom line. I really can't go any lower!"

"Ten-ninety."

"Twenty-eighty."

"Deal," Masatsuki said flatly.

"You damn swindler! No wonder Kūkaku called you one!" Urahara finally realized what had just happened and looked at him with a face full of indignation. "Is this how you did business in Rukongai?"

"Of course not. In Rukongai, it's all about fists." Masatsuki shrugged. "Talking won't get you anywhere in a place like that—you'll just get beaten up."

"You should be grateful this isn't Rukongai, or I'd be negotiating with my fists right now." Masatsuki shook his head, sounding genuinely regretful.

"So I should be thankful that you're even willing to argue with me?"

Urahara's eyes widened. He had never met someone this shameless before!

If only he could actually win in a fight, he would've taught this guy a lesson right now. There was no way he could just let this slide!

"Once the game is released, the yearly financial records need to be submitted to my Lieutenant, Gin Ichimaru, for review. Don't even think about pulling any tricks."

With a single offhand remark, Masatsuki had dumped a massive burden onto Gin.

"Why do you need the records?" Urahara asked, a slight sweat forming on his forehead.

"To make sure you don't try anything sneaky. You're too clever for your own good—I don't trust you," Masatsuki said, narrowing his eyes sharply.

Urahara looked a little embarrassed.

"Honestly, I'm actually quite dumb. The entire 12th Division considers me mentally ill—I even have a certificate!"

"Sure, the recent maintenance costs for the barracks may have been a little exaggerated, but that was all Mayuri Kurotsuchi's doing. I had nothing to do with it! I don't even know how to falsify accounts—you have to believe me!"

"You actually dared to fake records?" Masatsuki looked at him, utterly heartbroken. "How do you think Master will feel when he finds out?"

"Everything is negotiable, Captain Masatsuki!" Urahara hurriedly tried to smooth things over.

"Kisuke, you know I'm a flawless, perfect person, right?" Masatsuki asked.

"Perfect? You?" Urahara was momentarily stunned before quickly correcting himself. "Of course. You are."

"Then the game's protagonist can't ruin my image, right?" Masatsuki smiled. "You do know what to do, don't you?"

Urahara couldn't help but sigh internally. Masatsuki Aozaki is absolutely shameless—I have no words.

Still, he patted his chest with a grin. "I understand! Just wait for the good news!"

"Hmm..." Masatsuki nodded in satisfaction.

Urahara didn't know how to respond. He just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible and away from this shameless man.

"How's my senpai doing?" Masatsuki suddenly asked.

"He's stable. We examined him—his condition can be treated, but it'll take time," Urahara replied.

"That's good." Masatsuki nodded.

Jūshirō Ukitake might have had a bit of a scheming side, but overall, he was a genuinely good person. He had always treated Masatsuki well.

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