Bleach: Watch Closely, This Is How You Use a Zanpakutō novel Chapter 86

Chapter 86 - 86: Not a Quincy

Soaking in the hot spring with Yoruichi Shihōin nestled in his arms, her face flushed with warmth, Masatsuki Aozaki couldn't help but narrow his eyes in satisfaction.

This—this was the life he had always dreamed of.

Why strive for power if not to live a carefree and fulfilling life?

Though he hadn't been practicing Shunkō lately, he had refined his Reiatsu. It wasn't wasted time.

Masatsuki let himself bask in the hot spring's restorative effects, feeling the soothing warmth wash over him.

The restorative hot spring was a replica of the White Bone Hell and Blood Pond Hell, but naturally, it couldn't compare to the originals.

The true White Bone Hell and Blood Pond Hell had been created using the Reiatsu of Tenjirō Kirinji.

Since Kisuke Urahara couldn't obtain a Reiatsu of equivalent potency, he had substituted other materials to produce a similar effect.

The difference in materials meant the effects were much weaker, but on the upside, the side effects were also reduced.

Even so, it was more than enough to replenish their energy after a physically exhausting night.

In less than a quarter of an hour, both Masatsuki and Yoruichi felt revitalized, as if they could go another three hundred rounds.

Masatsuki stood up, stretching a bit in the water, a satisfied smile forming on his lips.

"Fully recovered. Now it's time to get serious—I can't keep indulging like this."

He made up his mind to resume Shunkō training.

A Shinigami's lifespan could stretch for thousands of years; there would always be time for other forms of exercise.

But Shunkō? That was a direct path to real power.

And in the world of Bleach, strength was the only true currency for survival.

Yoruichi also stood, stretching her arms overhead without reservation.

She rolled her shoulder and rotated her arm twice, working out any lingering stiffness from the night's strenuous activity.

The soreness that had built up from maintaining high-intensity movements for hours had completely faded in the hot spring's warmth.

She felt refreshed and ready.

"Alright, I'm good too. Let's get started."

With that, Yoruichi flickered from the hot spring, swiftly dressing before flashing Masatsuki a playful wink.

Masatsuki was pleased—this was the energetic, unrestrained Yoruichi he knew. _{f\ree webn ovel(.)com}

That liveliness was part of what made her so captivating.

He cast her a glance before pulling on his pants, neatly folding his shirt and setting it aside.

Shunkō training would make wearing a shirt pointless. He'd only have to take it off again later, so why bother?

The two of them stood facing each other in the training hall.

Yoruichi's shoulders pulsed with streaks of white, lightning-like Reiatsu.

A faint glow surrounded her as she extended a hand toward Masatsuki.

He blinked, hesitating for a moment before realizing she was inviting him to take it.

Then, without warning, she reached out with her other hand, pulling him into her embrace.

Looking up at him, she smiled.

Masatsuki wanted to treat this as part of their training, but he had a feeling Yoruichi was just teasing him.

She was the type to be willful when she wanted to be—once she decided to play around, there was no stopping her.

He gave in, wrapping his arms around her, and in doing so, he suddenly became aware of just how soft she was—like a cat curling up against him.

Yoruichi's expression shifted ever so slightly, her eyes softening with something unreadable.

Whatever had put her in such a good mood, Masatsuki wasn't about to question it.

"Hey, hey, stop squirming. Focus on training and feel my Reiatsu."

Yoruichi was in an exceptionally good mood today, and she took it as a good sign. She suddenly felt that life could be even more enjoyable in the future, and a wide grin spread across her face.

She remembered the promise she had made to him and looked up.

Sure enough, the expression on that petty man's face had shifted. She didn't dislike it, though—if anything, she found a small sense of delight in it.

Masatsuki Aozaki frowned in frustration. "You didn't teach Yūshirō like this, did you?"

Yoruichi shook her head and smirked. "Are you an idiot? I've only ever used this method on you."

"But... you're really cute when you're mad. I like it!"

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