Yui's eyes shimmered with warmth as she gazed at the tall, dark-haired man standing by the bed, her expression filled with contentment and shyness.
She had never encountered a man so perfect—his appearance refined, yet his demeanor wild and domineering. The contrast between the two only made him more irresistible.
Though last night had been her first time, due to both her personality and profession, she found herself completely captivated by the man before her.
Masatsuki Aozaki walked over to the small table by the wall, picking up the half-empty bottle of sake Yui had been drinking. He took a swig, swished it around his mouth, then swallowed it all in one go. Smiling, he said,
"Darling, I've got class. You go ahead and sleep in."
Though he addressed her so affectionately, there was no real emotion behind it.
In truth, he might forget about Yui entirely one day.
She was beautiful, no doubt. Her status was an added bonus, and last night had certainly been enjoyable. But love? That wasn't in the equation.
Masatsuki casually grabbed his uniform from the couch—a traditional kendo outfit, white on top with blue hakama.
The first class of the morning was Zanjutsu.
...
Sōjun Kuchiki stood at the front of the dojo, a bamboo sword in hand, demonstrating basic sword techniques while methodically explaining each movement to the class.
Masatsuki and the others knelt on the polished wooden floor, their own bamboo swords resting in front of them.
The techniques Sōjun taught weren't all that different from the kendo Masatsuki had learned in the World of the Living.
Seeing no need to focus entirely on the lecture, Masatsuki divided his attention, listening while simultaneously refining his Reiatsu using the Reiryoku Refinement Technique.
Gin Ichimaru leaned in slightly, his body tilted at an odd angle.
"Masatsuki, did you hear? Someone's coming to the Shin'ō Academy in a few days as a guest lecturer for Zanjutsu."
"A Zanjutsu class? So, does that mean Sōjun-sensei is finally going to retire and go inherit the family estate?" Masatsuki's tone carried a hint of envy.
He truly meant it. Only someone who had once lived as a noble could understand just how comfortable that life was.
Back in the World of the Living, he had indulged in luxury from a young age—so much so that excess eventually took a toll on his health. Now, he found himself in the humiliating position of catering to noblewomen just to get by.
"Retire? Not quite. The guest lecturer is only here for a temporary lesson."
"Do you know who it is?"
"The noble kids are saying it's someone important."
Masatsuki raised an eyebrow and lowered his voice.
"Important? How important?"
"Well, from what those noble-born students are saying... it might be a captain from the Gotei 13."
Masatsuki was slightly surprised.
It wasn't unusual for Gotei 13 captains to teach at Shin'ō Academy. In the original timeline, after Aizen became a captain, he had regularly served as a calligraphy instructor here.
However, guest lectures were usually reserved for graduates. When did first-year students start receiving such treatment?
...
At that moment, Sōjun Kuchiki seemed to have finished explaining the core points of the lesson. He halted his movements and turned his gaze toward Masatsuki.
"Aozaki, are you not enjoying my class?"
"How could that be? Your class is excellent—captivating, engaging, vivid, and deeply moving..."
"But you don't seem very interested in listening."
"That's not true! Actually... actually, Gin was the one who spoke to me first. I was just trying to tell him to focus on the lesson."
Gin's perpetually narrowed eyes cracked open slightly.
"!?"
Without missing a beat, Masatsuki discreetly pulled a small ring from his sleeve and flashed it in front of Gin.
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