Bleach: Watch Closely, This Is How You Use a Zanpakutō novel Chapter 387

Chapter 387: Chapter 387: Acting on Convenience

In the blink of an eye, more than ten days had passed since the all-out assault on the Wandenreich—a battle that had shocked all of Seireitei and nearly wiped out the combat divisions.

Thanks to the tireless efforts of the Shinigami across each squad, the post-war cleanup was finally nearing completion.

Masatsuki Aozaki, who had displayed overwhelming power during the battle, naturally had no interest in handling such trivial aftermath.

He went straight back to the Aozaki estate, clinging affectionately to his wives like glue.

After all, they’d been apart for a month. He had dues to make up, or those women would never let him off the hook.

So, for the past ten days, Masatsuki had been working overtime—with no breaks, not even time to rest.

However, that peaceful life didn’t last long.

One afternoon, as usual, Masatsuki had just stepped out of the Aozaki residence, pondering which wall would be best to climb over into the Shiba Clan’s backyard, when—

A member of the Inner Court Troop suddenly flash-stepped in front of him.

"Captain Aozaki, the Captain-Commander has issued an order—please report to the 1st Division immediately!"

Masatsuki blinked in surprise, then asked,

"When did this happen?"

Being stopped right at his doorstep?

No way the old man sent someone to fetch him the moment he got home, right?

Seriously, that geezer holed up in the basement all day—how would he even notice something like this?

"A quarter of an hour ago," the trooper replied swiftly. "I couldn’t find you in the 11th Division and was about to head to the Noble District when I saw you come out."

"Good timing. Otherwise, I’d be getting another earful."

Masatsuki nodded.

A quarter of an hour wasn’t too bad—he hadn’t kept them waiting long.

...

"Act on your own discretion!?"

Yamamoto’s thunderous voice exploded through the 1st Division barracks, shaking the air as if it could rattle all of Seireitei.

Shinigami passing by were startled at first, but quickly brushed it off and went about their business as usual.

Since Masatsuki Aozaki had become Yamamoto’s disciple, outbursts like this had become routine. Even the later-joined Kenpachi Zaraki had experienced similar "lessons."

Everyone had long gotten used to it—nobody found it surprising anymore.

Inside the Captain-Commander’s office, Yamamoto glared at Masatsuki, eyes wide with fury, beard trembling as he roared,

"Say that again—what authority did the Soul King give you!?"

It wasn’t that he hadn’t heard—it was just too unbelievable.

"Acting on your own discretion?"

He wasn’t some ignorant fool—he knew exactly what those words meant. After all these years of self-discipline and cultivation, he could understand just fine.

And that’s why he knew—this authority was far too excessive.

With the Soul King residing in the heavens, far from Seireitei, who would be able to rein this brat in from now on?

Masatsuki grinned and replied cheerfully,

"Act on my own discretion! Ever heard of ’act first, report later’ or ’royal prerogative’?"

"They’re basically the same thing—a special privilege, you know, a privilege!"

He shook his head smugly, eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Put simply, in Seireitei, I can do whatever I want. So you’d better be nice to me, old man!"

Masatsuki wore an arrogant grin, clearly no longer placing any respect for Yamamoto, the Captain-Commander.

"Not to mention acting without reporting first—even helping every beautiful girl in the Soul Society become an adult at once still falls under my discretionary authority."

Yamamoto’s face flushed bright red the moment he heard Masatsuki Aozaki’s words. With a loud slam, he brought his hand down on the table, making the teacup jump and spill its contents onto the floor.

"I’ve never heard of such authority! This is absolute nonsense! Has the Soul King gone mad? Or has he lived so long that he’s gone senile!?"

"Careful, old man. He might be listening,"

Masatsuki teased with a smirk.

"...Ahem, I didn’t say anything,"

This disciple of his was getting more and more out of line. That was clearly a curse. The brat was begging for a beating. _{fr\eewebno vel .c(o)m}

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