"Hey... do you know how to use that?"
Masatsuki Aozaki suddenly spoke, pointing to the side.
By now, he was fully dressed and preparing ingredients.
"Huh!?"
Senjumaru Shutara flinched, responding in a flustered voice. Masatsuki Aozaki’s sudden question caught her off guard.
Without looking back, he continued working, handling the ingredients with practiced ease as he asked—
"Do you know how to use a whisk? That thing with the long handle and wire loops—kind of looks like a lightbulb."
"Well... I’ve seen Kirio use one before, but I was just watching from the side. I’ve never actually used it myself..."
Senjumaru Shutara answered, sounding slightly embarrassed.
"Got it."
Masatsuki Aozaki nodded in understanding before adding—
"Since you’re making up for that dessert, you should at least learn how to use this first."
With that, he started pulling out various ingredients, placing them neatly on the table.
Chicken breast, onions, eggs, milk, butter, tomatoes, white wine...
His movements were swift and efficient as he washed everything thoroughly.
Then, he filled a pot with water, set it on the stove, and placed the red fruit inside to simmer.
At that moment, Senjumaru Shutara glanced at Masatsuki Aozaki’s profile, and something stirred within her.
He’s... completely different from usual.
For the first time, she observed him seriously.
The Masatsuki Aozaki she saw now was nothing like the slightly frivolous man she had known.
Right now, he was fully focused on cooking, his expression calm and composed.
But it wasn’t a rigid or overly serious kind of focus—it was a natural, effortless stillness, like the surface of a tranquil lake.
Yet beneath that calm, there was an undeniable strength that made him all the more captivating.
As time passed, the red fruit in the pot slowly shed its skin, while rhythmic chopping sounds echoed from the cutting board.
Masatsuki Aozaki’s knife work was fast—almost mesmerizing.
His right hand gripped the knife with precision, while his left guided the ingredients effortlessly.
Every movement was smooth, flowing like water, turning a simple cooking task into a performance.
Senjumaru Shutara widened her eyes, watching intently.
She had seen Kirio Hikifune cook many times, but Masatsuki Aozaki’s level of focus was no less impressive.
He wasn’t just making food—he was completely immersed in the process, enjoying every moment.
And suddenly, she understood.
She finally understood why Kirio Hikifune liked Masatsuki Aozaki so much.
No wonder the two of them got along so well.
She sighed inwardly.
But for someone like Senjumaru Shutara, a member of the Royal Guard, this wasn’t particularly surprising.
Masatsuki Aozaki was an incredibly powerful Shinigami.
His strength was immeasurable, but at the same time, he also had a very human side.
Cooking wasn’t some odd hobby for him—it was just another way to enjoy life.
After all, every member of the Royal Guard had their own unique interests.
For example, Senjumaru Shutara herself loved weaving.
Different in form, but at its core, it wasn’t all that different from cooking.
Masatsuki Aozaki seemed to notice her staring.
The corners of his mouth curved slightly into a barely noticeable smile.
"Just wait a little longer. Once I’m done here, I’ll teach you how to use it."
His voice was calm, unhurried—gentle, like a spring breeze.
"...Alright."
Before she even realized it, Senjumaru Shutara nodded obediently and stood quietly to the side, waiting.
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