Bleach: Watch Closely, This Is How You Use a Zanpakutō novel Chapter 357

Chapter 357: Chapter 357: Not Bad at All!

However, this whole situation had started because of her in the first place.

If she backed out now, it would be too embarrassing to justify.

So, Senjumaru Shutara took a deep breath, forced herself to push through the inexplicable sense of shyness bubbling up inside her, and began taking Masatsuki Aozaki’s measurements.

"...As expected, a perfect figure as always, Masatsuki-chan... You should at least acknowledge me as a woman once in a while."

If it were any other woman, she probably would’ve thrown herself at you like a starving beast by now...

Senjumaru muttered internally, but she didn’t let her hands falter. Keeping a straight face, she pulled out her measuring tape and got to work.

From shoulder width to thigh length, every measurement was taken with meticulous precision.

...Why is it so hot in here...?

Strange... Why isn’t Masatsuki-chan reacting at all?

"Has Masatsuki-chan suddenly developed ironclad self-control...? Or is it just that my new outfit doesn’t interest him?"

Her emotions wavered between satisfaction and disappointment, creating a frustrating internal struggle.

The six skeletal arms behind her moved across Masatsuki’s body, checking for any flaws in her carefully crafted work.

Once she was sure there were none, she finally relaxed, pushed the door open, and stepped out.

"I’m pretty good at this, aren’t I, Masatsuki-chan?"

A bright smile graced her face, as radiant as a blooming carnation.

And with that, Senjumaru admitted to herself—more than anything, she was happy.

...

That day, the three of them had both lunch and dinner at Senjumaru’s Zero Division Riden.

By the time they returned to Gatonden, it was already late into the night.

In high spirits, Senjumaru had enthusiastically declared, "Since they all look so good, let’s make a full set!" and ended up crafting a variety of outfits for both Masatsuki and Kirio Hikifune.

In the end, the two left Senjumaru’s place with an unexpected addition—an enormous wardrobe large enough to fill an entire room.

...

Night fell, and silence blanketed the halls.

Masatsuki Aozaki and Kirio Hikifune stepped into the room.

Kirio sat quietly on the large bed, her expression unreadable.

Her gaze, both calm and sharp, slowly traced Masatsuki’s figure from head to toe, scrutinizing every inch.

Masatsuki stood still, unmoving, like a statue under her observation.

Then, Kirio’s lips curled into a small, radiant smile.

But her narrowed eyes hinted at something deeper as she whispered,

"That’s nice."

Whether it was a compliment to Masatsuki or just a passing thought, her voice was so soft that only she could hear it.

...

On the other side of Gatonden.

"...Ahhhhhhh!!"

Senjumaru Shutara flopped onto her bed, burying herself in the sheets.

She had just finished her bath and was still wearing the purple yukata Masatsuki had picked out for her earlier that day.

Her wooden geta sandals lay discarded on the floor as she finally allowed herself to release all the emotions that had built up throughout the day.

Hugging her pillow tightly, she rolled back and forth on the bed, tangling the sheets and her clothes into a complete mess.

"Masatsuki-chan, seriously... Why would you suddenly say something like that!? Acting all serious... You actually seemed kind of reliable for once."

Senjumaru didn’t even know if she was flustered, happy, or frustrated.

All she could do was bury her face into the mattress and pound her fists into the blankets.

Today, Masatsuki Aozaki had completely thrown her off balance... and left a lasting impression.

No—he had long surpassed perfection, breaking through any conceivable limit.

It wasn’t just his ability to match her pace effortlessly, but also the subtle excitement sparked by his meticulous care—skills refined through years of experience.

Even she, a relic from a thousand years ago, could clearly sense Masatsuki Aozaki’s delicate and perceptive nature.

As she replayed the day’s events in her mind, Senjumaru Shutara couldn’t help but chuckle to herself.

She suddenly sat up, brushing her fingers against her flushed cheeks.

Ever since returning to Gatonden late at night, her heart had been racing.

At first, she had only seen Masatsuki as a talented and obedient junior.

But as time went on, she came to realize he had grown into a formidable warrior—one who had even surpassed her.

Someone who truly understood her. _{free.webn\ove(l)(.)c(o)m}

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