Bleach: Watch Closely, This Is How You Use a Zanpakutō novel Chapter 492

Chapter 492: Chapter 492: The First Thing to Do When Home Is Shut the Door

Yhwach was finally dead. That meant the long, brutal war between the Wandenreich and Seireitei had come to an end.

But this was only the beginning—countless complications still lay ahead.

For now, though, none of that concerned Masatsuki Aozaki. He had more important things to take care of.

He gave Aizen a few brief instructions, handing over full responsibility for the post-war cleanup.

Then, lifting Yhwach’s mangled remains onto his shoulder, he took a step forward.

In that instant, the ruins vanished without a trace. The chaotic swirl of Reiatsu faded from his senses, replaced by a tranquil scene.

A vast palace unfolded before him, its interior seemingly endless, shrouded in a soft white mist.

A gentle breeze drifted in through the windows, carrying a melody so soothing it felt like it could calm the soul.

It sounded like the music of ancient instruments—or the chorus of a million souls in harmony.

They were praising, chanting—filling the air with an illusion of serenity.

Though decades had passed, the Soul King’s Inner Palace still retained that familiar atmosphere.

Masatsuki Aozaki slowly swept his gaze around. Nothing seemed to have changed. No new furnishings. No signs of time’s passing.

Only the wind whispered at his ears, peaceful and soft—like coming home.

There was no divine majesty here. Only warmth, and an ordinary-looking middle-aged man.

"Yahweh, I’ve collected all the pieces of Yhwach. Hurry up and give me my reward!"

Masatsuki Aozaki sat casually on the stone steps, looking off into the distance.

Not far away, a broken corpse lay sprawled on the ground. The once-majestic white robes and black cloak were gone.

Yhwach lay there silently, eyes fixed on the ceiling, face still frozen in the terror of death.

Blood and organs were clearly visible. His body looked no different from any ordinary human’s.

He wasn’t breathing. Masatsuki Aozaki’s blade had ended him.

But Masatsuki remained where he was, quietly watching, unmoving.

To ensure there were no unexpected changes, he had used the power of stillness to lock the corpse at the precise moment of death.

Raising his hand, Masatsuki Aozaki spoke—not with triumph, but with calm composure.

"Your Majesty, stop pretending to be dead. Don’t tell me this guy is really the so-called Son of God?"

The middle-aged man shook his head. Slowly, he lifted his gaze. The unreadable stillness in his expression faded, replaced by his usual gentle smile.

"He was indeed born into the world according to my will—but he was never my son. It’s time for him to fulfill his true purpose."

Yahweh was blunt. Though Yhwach had claimed to be the Soul King’s son, Yahweh had never had a child of blood.

They had all come into being because the world required it. In that sense, they were more like brothers.

Soul fragmentation—that was how Yhwach had become the progenitor of the Quincy.

But in truth, the world’s first Quincy was the plain, unremarkable Soul King standing before him.

Even the origins of Shinigami, Fullbringers, and all other spiritual abilities—everything began with him.

He was the world’s first being of power.

Yet that identity brought him no pride. Yahweh looked at Masatsuki Aozaki with a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Just leave it to Ichibei later. He knows what to do," he said softly.

At that moment, for the first time, Masatsuki saw a flicker of guilt on Yahweh’s face.

He didn’t know who that guilt was for—but the moment Yahweh saw Yhwach’s body, something had changed in his expression.

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