Bleach: Watch Closely, This Is How You Use a Zanpakutō novel Chapter 373

Chapter 373: Chapter 373: Run Away!

"You damn brat... So you really are secretly in love with me! And you even went so far as to create something like this. Was it Kisuke Urahara’s doing? Or that lunatic Mayuri Kurotsuchi?"

Senjumaru Shutara stared wide-eyed, mouth agape, at the tall beauty standing before her—someone who looked exactly like her. Shock and disbelief colored her voice.

"This is seriously messed up! Doing something like this is against every moral principle. Even if I maybe like you just a little... I’d still be furious!" _{freeweb\n(o)v.e\l.com}

Hands on her hips, Senjumaru’s face was full of righteous anger, looking like she could explode any second.

"Wait... Did you just say something outrageous just now?"

"I did not!"

Senjumaru denied it instantly, her voice loud and shrill, like a lioness throwing a tantrum.

Masatsuki Aozaki sighed and shook his head.

"You really are simple-minded... Didn’t I already tell you? Have you forgotten my ability? This is Shigarami—my Shigarami, not yours, Senjumaru-senpai."

As he spoke, he gently ran his fingers through Shigarami’s hair, his eyes filled with warmth and affection.

It felt like watching a nobleman and noblewoman secretly meeting behind their families’ backs in some old romantic tale.

Senjumaru started to nod in understanding—then froze.

"Oh, I see... Wait, what do you mean your Shigarami? When did you...?"

Mid-sentence, she suddenly recalled the image of Masatsuki wearing an apron—and her face turned beet red.

Her eyes darted back to Shigarami.

"So it was that time... You didn’t do anything indecent to her, did you?"

"Not yet."

Masatsuki replied smoothly, a smug little smile tugging at his lips.

"What’s that supposed to mean?! Why wouldn’t you—"

Senjumaru frowned, clearly annoyed.

"What do you mean, why? It’s exactly what it sounds like—because it reminds me of you, Senjumaru-senpai."

"...Are you saying I disgust you?" she muttered under her breath, her tone tinged with a mix of hurt and frustration.

"Oh come on, can’t you let me finish a sentence?"

Masatsuki looked at her, completely exasperated.

"Idiot..." Senjumaru huffed.

"Even if you say that..." Masatsuki shrugged, helpless.

"You’re such an idiot, Masatsuki! A big, dumb idiot! I’m getting mad now—no, I’m already mad!"

Senjumaru suddenly burst out, shoved Masatsuki aside, and stormed out of the bedroom without looking back, sprinting toward her room.

"...What’s her problem?"

Masatsuki scratched the back of his head, completely baffled.

"You were kinda mean, Masatsuki. No matter what, you shouldn’t make it seem like you’re replacing Senjumaru-senpai."

Kirio Hikifune gently patted him on the shoulder as she spoke.

Shigarami silently nodded in agreement beside her.

"That’s not it," Masatsuki replied seriously. "I’ve never once thought of using Shigarami to replace Senjumaru.

To me, Shigarami is Shigarami, and Senjumaru is Senjumaru.

They’re both one of a kind."

That was the truth.

Even if they looked identical, he had never seen any of his Zanpakutō spirits as substitutes.

Each one had her own unique charm and worth, her own thoughts, personality, and purpose.

They were individuals—not replacements.

That belief was something Masatsuki held firmly to, both in how he interacted with them and how he loved them.

Sure, seeing Shigarami would sometimes stir memories of Senjumaru. But even then, he never once confused the two.

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