Bleach: Watch Closely, This Is How You Use a Zanpakutō novel Chapter 422

Chapter 422: Chapter 422: No Time to Rest

The most revered Shinigami in Soul Society, the great Emperor of Hueco Mundo, had finally returned—to the only realm that had never shown him loyalty: the World of the Living.

The sun shone brilliantly, the skies were clear, and the world thrived with life.

But beneath that vast blue expanse, an unexpected disturbance suddenly broke the peace.

Dong!

A sharp, ringing sound echoed through the sky.

Had any ordinary human seen it, they’d have cried out in shock—a wooden door had appeared in midair. Its panels slowly opened, releasing a radiant white light.

From within, a figure stepped forward.

"World of the Living... we meet again. Though, it hasn’t been that long."

Masatsuki Aozaki emerged from the Senkaimon, standing atop the clouds, gazing down upon everything below. He stretched his arms wide, letting the breeze brush past him, a faint smile curving his lips.

But when his eyes settled on the traditional Japanese mansion below, his smile turned oddly crooked, a trace of confusion flickering in his eyes.

At the mansion’s gate, several uniformed officers were speaking with an old man. The conversation didn’t last long before the officers turned and left.

Masatsuki’s brow furrowed slightly as he mused to himself,

"Quincy in the World of the Living are supposed to be rich, aren’t they? Why would the police be here? Are they investigating them?"

In this country, family-owned business conglomerates held immense power. They controlled not just the economy, but had deep sway over politics. Whether it was a ruling party or the criminal underworld, none could thrive without their backing.

So for the police to show up now—it was certainly unexpected.

Still, Masatsuki didn’t think much of it. Ordinary humans posed no threat to Quincy who possessed supernatural power.

He chuckled quietly and in a flash, appeared inside the house.

Glancing at the adorable girl beside him, he asked curiously,

"Bambietta, what’s with those guys?"

He had only been gone a few days, and already trouble had cropped up—trouble that involved the World of the Living.

Just the thought that this woman might’ve dragged him into some mess gave Masatsuki a mild headache. He hated complications.

Really, the only places this woman belonged were the basement... and his bedroom.

Even Masatsuki had to admit—Bambietta knew exactly how to please him. More importantly... she was obedient.

So long as she didn’t go too far, he was willing to let her off with just minor punishment.

"It’s because of all the destruction we caused a while ago. They think some kind of terrorist activity is going on here."

Bambietta pouted, clearly displeased.

To her, the arrival of police officers was just an annoying intrusion. Before she met Masatsuki, she wouldn’t have hesitated to kill them on the spot.

But now she had her Master’s mission to fulfill—and nothing was more important.

Masatsuki raised an eyebrow at her explanation. This kind of hassle really was tiresome.

The fact that Bambietta had restrained herself from killing anyone was already a big step forward.

So, with a faint smile tugging at his lips, he offered a suggestion.

"In that case... why don’t we make sure the ones in charge of them learn to behave?"

Bambietta’s eyes lit up, and she nodded eagerly.

"As expected of Master! What a brilliant idea! Of course—the World of the Living should be kneeling at your feet!"

Masatsuki sighed. He had no interest in ruling the World of the Living.

But seeing Bambietta so thrilled, he didn’t bother to correct her. He just smiled in quiet agreement.

Then his gaze shifted—and spotted Candice hiding in the corner, trying to sneak away.

He shook his head in exasperation, walked over, and picked her up.

...

Masatsuki settled comfortably onto the sofa, pulling Candice tightly into his broad arms.

Her meticulously groomed hair spilled over him, soft and silky to the touch. That lush, grassy green medium-length hair really was something else.

Honestly, given how much Candice adored her hair, it wouldn’t be wrong to say it was practically her true body.

Her expression shifted quickly—from irritation to shy embarrassment.

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