Bleach: Watch Closely, This Is How You Use a Zanpakutō novel Chapter 473

Chapter 473: Chapter 473: Instant Kinship

Soul Society—Shin’ō District—the location of the Gotei 13’s Senkaimon was once a place of peace and calm.

But now, atop a towering mountain, a massive arched gateway—capable of traversing worlds—had begun to awaken. Once dormant, the gate quietly lit up, glowing with a brilliant white light.

From within that dazzling glow, silhouettes slowly began to emerge.

"Wow... so this is Soul Society?"

A voice rang out, filled with excitement and wonder, cutting clearly through the fading radiance.

Hearing the voice, the gathered Shinigami all turned, startled. Heads lifted in unison, eyes focusing on the source of the sound.

There, before the stone arch, stood a girl wearing a white mask. Hands on her hips, her face lit up with barely contained enthusiasm.

Beside her was a disheveled man—his laid-back demeanor somewhat reminiscent of Captain Kyōraku. He looked exasperated, reaching out to gently press a hand on the girl’s head, clearly trying to settle her down.

The initial shock wore off, and murmurs rippled through the crowd.

"Are those Hollows?" someone asked, frowning in confusion.

"They look just like us... but all of them are wearing masks," another replied. "And the Reiatsu they’re giving off—it feels a lot like Hollow Reiatsu."

Then someone spoke with sudden clarity.

"No wonder the Captain-Commander called for a surrender ceremony!"

That comment spread like wildfire, drawing more eyes, more whispers.

"I was wondering how they planned to manage those monsters who can’t control their urges... turns out there are people in Hueco Mundo just like us!"

The revelation struck like a bolt of lightning, dispelling much of the unease. Tension began to ease, nerves loosened.

But the relief didn’t last long.

Because the more they looked, the more they realized—these visitors from Hueco Mundo, with their Hollow-like Reiatsu, might not be friendly.

The air grew heavy again. Hands instinctively rested on sword hilts. Eyes sharpened. The entire area braced, ready for a fight that might erupt at any moment.

Despite suppressing their Reiatsu, the visitors exuded an unmistakable aura of raw aggression. They looked like they could lash out at any time—and bring chaos to Seireitei.

Then, suddenly, a cheerful shout shattered the silence.

"Masatsuki!"

Everyone turned toward the voice.

The masked girl from earlier was now waving both arms energetically, clearly thrilled.

She tried to rush forward—but the stern, powerful-looking man behind her clamped a firm hand on her head, holding her in place.

She wasn’t hurt, but it was obvious she was in for a scolding.

Then Masatsuki Aozaki gave a casual wave.

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