Bleach: Watch Closely, This Is How You Use a Zanpakutō novel Chapter 421

Chapter 421: Chapter 421: Creation

"By the way, the ’Kin’ you used this time and the ’Amenominaka’ from last time—whose Zanpakutō abilities are those? I’ve never seen them before."

Retsu Unohana fell into thought, memories flooding her mind.

In all the centuries she had lived, she had never encountered Zanpakutō abilities with such overwhelming power. Someone capable of wielding that kind of strength wouldn’t go unnoticed.

Could they be from hidden figures operating in the shadows, too afraid to reveal themselves? If that were the case, they couldn’t be ignored. If those abilities belonged to an enemy, being caught off guard could be disastrous.

She gave herself credit for her caution and nodded slightly as she snapped back to the moment.

But instead of a Zanpakutō, what filled her vision now was the face of a man leaning in close.

Any ordinary girl might’ve blushed and backed away.

But Retsu Unohana didn’t flinch. Calmly, she placed a light kiss on Masatsuki Aozaki’s lips.

"You little troublemaker, ready to talk now?" Her voice was warm, laced with teasing.

Masatsuki smiled faintly and took her soft hand in his. Despite all her years of sword training, her hands remained smooth and fair, without a trace of calluses.

"Alright, alright. I’ll tell you the truth. Those two swords weren’t inherited or found anywhere—I created them myself."

Unohana blinked, clearly surprised.

Gripping his hand tightly, she asked with disbelief,

"You’ve learned how to forge Zanpakutō?"

Resting her chin in thought, she couldn’t help but admire Masatsuki’s talent. To master the art of forging Zanpakutō—a skill no one else had ever managed—was truly astonishing.

But as that thought crossed her mind, she let out a discontented hum, remembering the one who had taught Masatsuki.

"That guy didn’t corrupt you, did he?" she asked, brows furrowed.

Unohana had met Ōetsu Nimaiya once before—he had come to escort Tenjirō Kirinji back to the Royal Realm. He gave off an unruly, unserious air that didn’t exactly inspire confidence.

"He corrupted me? Please. I’m the one who has to keep him in check."

Masatsuki thought to himself, fully aware of his own capabilities.

A guy who just fooled around with swords? He’d seen way weirder.

Masatsuki Aozaki couldn’t help but think of Harribel. He cleared his throat with two quick coughs, then put on a deliberately mysterious expression and said,

"It’s not just about forging Zanpakutō. One day in the future, I might be able to create more than that—worlds, futures... who knows?"

"Is that so?"

Retsu Unohana looked at him suspiciously.

Creating a world? Wasn’t that no different from being a god?

No, even the gods of legend came after the world’s creation. To have that kind of power would make someone not just a god, but the god of gods—the supreme creator.

A domineering creator god falling in love with a nearly two-thousand-year-old woman like her? That was even more ridiculous than the plots Shunsui Kyōraku came up with for his trashy romance novels.

"Then create a world for me and let’s see it," Unohana said casually.

Masatsuki let out another awkward cough and quickly tried to explain.

"Ahem... didn’t I say ’someday’? Not today."

"I’ve only just realized I might have that ability. I’m still figuring it out. For now, I can only manage little things like Zanpakutō."

He tried to save a bit of face, but it wasn’t working.

Unohana narrowed her eyes and shot him a sharp look, clearly questioning whether he was just playing around. Her expression exuded silent pressure, like a warning not to mess with her.

Masatsuki felt a chill run down his spine and instantly sensed trouble brewing for the night.

Trying to compose himself, he continued,

"Actually, I’ve got an idea."

Unohana said nothing, just quietly watched him, waiting for what came next.

"You know I still have the souls of the original captains."

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