Bleach: Watch Closely, This Is How You Use a Zanpakutō novel Chapter 296

Chapter 296: Chapter 296: Don’t Let Me Catch You!

In the heart of the Wandenreich stood a grand palace of ice—

Silbern, the Quincy stronghold.

Atop the fortress loomed a striking emblem, its arched star-cross design standing out against the pale backdrop.

"We have a guest. A Shinigami."

A cold, detached voice echoed as a figure emerged from the shadows.

The speaker was a tall, slender young Quincy.

With flowing golden hair and piercing blue eyes, his presence was both striking and unnervingly composed. His finely chiseled features resembled the work of a master sculptor, yet his expression was void of emotion—utterly indifferent to the world around him.

Draped in a pristine white Quincy uniform, he wore a flowing cloak adorned with a pentagram insignia. A sharp longsword hung diagonally at his waist.

Everything about him exuded nobility—like a knight lifted straight from the verses of Western poetry.

Just then, another voice—boisterous and full of bravado—cut through the stillness.

"A Shinigami? Here?"

The man speaking was another young Quincy.

His green-blue eyes gleamed with curiosity, while a towering mohawk of deep purple-red shot skyward.

A screw adorned his left ear, a nut-shaped earring hung from his right.

With his tall frame, cocky grin, and sharp gaze, he radiated a brash, hot-blooded aura.

A dark star-shaped pendant rested against his throat.

Black gloves and armbands wrapped around his hands, while his feet were clad in open-collared black cloth shoes.

At a glance, he was the type to ignite conflict without hesitation.

"This is our home turf—Silbern, the very heart of the Wandenreich. How the hell could a Shinigami even set foot in here?"

Bazz-B frowned, his tone laced with skepticism.

"Bazz-B, there’s no need for you to question me." _{f|re(e)web.n\ovel. (c)o.m}

The first Quincy, Haschwalth, spoke with serene finality, as if merely stating an indisputable fact.

While Yhwach slumbered, Haschwalth ruled in his stead, wielding his authority as the Wandenreich’s supreme leader.

Bazz-B, on the other hand, was just another member of the Sternritter.

"A Shinigami managed to sneak in last time, didn’t they? Have you found out what happened?"

"That one never even got close—he panicked and fled the moment he hit the outskirts."

Bazz-B spread his hands, his face twisting into a smirk.

"That guy probably wandered in by accident. No way those cowardly bastards would dare come back. You must be mistaken this time."

"He’s already inside," Haschwalth stated flatly.

"...What?"

Bazz-B’s brows furrowed even deeper, disbelief flashing across his face.

"Don’t forget—this is the Wandenreich’s domain."

"And yet, I’ve seen the future."

Haschwalth’s gaze was calm and knowing, as if he had already witnessed the events unfold.

"Soon, you will meet that Shinigami yourself."

"...Tch."

Bazz-B clicked his tongue, crossing his arms.

"Let’s go," Haschwalth said, turning toward the exit.

"Go where?"

"To where we need to be."

Without another word, Haschwalth stepped out the door.

Bazz-B: "..."

Where the hell was "where we need to be?"

Damn riddles.

...

"The hell kind of trick are these Quincy playing? Even with my Hōgyoku-enhanced perception, I can’t sense their Reiatsu at all!"

Masatsuki Aozaki grumbled as he darted rapidly through the castle.

"Could it be that those guys aren’t even in the same world as me?"

"Hm? Finally found some Reiatsu that seems a bit stronger."

A grin spread across Masatsuki Aozaki’s face, revealing gleaming white teeth. In the next instant, he vanished from sight.

He appeared outside a lavish room, punched straight through a white wall, and slipped inside in a flash.

"Hoo—"

Warm steam filled the spacious, well-lit bathroom.

A delicate young girl lay soaking in the bathtub, quietly enjoying a moment of peace and relaxation.

Suddenly, a faint breeze stirred the air.

Her brows knitted slightly as she sensed an unfamiliar presence.

She opened her eyes—and froze.

Masatsuki Aozaki... also froze.

Before him was a petite woman with long black hair cascading past her waist, her slim figure accentuated by the warm light.

"Who are you?"

Her wide eyes locked onto Masatsuki Aozaki, shock written all over her face.

However, before he could respond, a powerful attack shot toward him.

Boom!

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