Bleach: Watch Closely, This Is How You Use a Zanpakutō novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89 - 89: Yahweh

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, a month had passed.

Masatsuki Aozaki and Yoruichi Shihōin had spent an unforgettable month together, pushing each other to their limits.

Their spiritual bodies and Reiatsu had been tempered like never before, and in the grand scheme of life, they had taken yet another step forward.

It turned out that proper training could indeed enhance one's strength—but excessive training could also leave one feeling spiritually empty.

Masatsuki Aozaki wasn't sure how Yoruichi was handling it, but he definitely felt a certain hollowness creeping in.

After parting ways with her in the Noble District, he moved into a lavish estate, a clear symbol of noble status.

A gift from the Tsunayashiro Clan.

When they presented it, they had subtly hinted at keeping it under wraps.

He didn't refuse. He simply accepted it without fuss.

Thankfully, they had the good sense not to send any maids his way—otherwise, Rangiku Matsumoto would've given him hell.

Or perhaps they were just worried a servant might have loose lips and say something they shouldn't.

...

In the courtyard, Rangiku Matsumoto had been practicing her Shikai for who knew how long. The sound of howling wind never ceased—it only grew louder, as if a storm was brewing.

Masatsuki Aozaki lay back, eyes closed in feigned sleep, listening to the wind outside his window.

He found it hard to believe, but the room was gradually quieting.

Had Rangiku finally cooled off?

...

A lone figure knelt on the tatami mat, silently watching Masatsuki Aozaki.

It was an unremarkable-looking middle-aged man with neatly trimmed black hair. His posture was impeccable, rigid yet effortless, dressed in a robe resembling a chiton from Greek mythology.

His presence was serene, yet his gaze—those eyes—seemed to peer into the very fabric of fate itself, impossible to meet directly.

Masatsuki Aozaki opened his eyes and froze.

The man looked familiar, yet he couldn't recall where he had seen him before.

With an almost divine gentleness, the man raised a hand, beckoning him forward with a soft, knowing smile.

The golden light of dusk streamed in from behind him, casting an elongated shadow that stretched over Masatsuki Aozaki.

Something about it made refusal impossible.

He rose from his bed—at some point, a flowing robe had appeared over his shoulders, its material unfamiliar yet weightless.

Step by step, he approached the man.

And when he finally took his hand, the man stood, never loosening his grip, leading him toward the bedside.

But what he saw next wasn't Rangiku practicing with her Zanpakutō.

Instead, before his very eyes, Soul Society unfolded in its entirety.

Then the World of the Living.

And finally, even Hueco Mundo.

Through a small, unassuming window, he could see all of the Three Realms.

...

The man let go of his hand, placing his palm lightly on the windowsill, fingers tapping rhythmically against the wood.

Masatsuki Aozaki remained at his side, puzzled, carefully studying him in the dimming glow of the setting sun.

There was nothing particularly remarkable about him.

Except for those eyes—subtly different, yet otherwise indistinguishable from any ordinary man among the countless beings of the Three Realms.

Yet his presence carried an inexplicable divinity.

Every movement radiated an air of sanctity, as if he had been born untouched by the dust of the world.

He leaned against the windowsill, gazing into the distance.

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