Bleach: Watch Closely, This Is How You Use a Zanpakutō novel Chapter 425

Chapter 425: Chapter 425: A Small Favor

She suspected that if this kept up, she’d be turned into a carefree, happy-go-lucky freeloader with no worries at all.

Still, she had to admit—this kind of life felt unbelievably blissful.

That thought brought a radiant smile to Masaki Kurosaki’s face.

Still smiling, she adjusted her skirt in front of the doorway, the heels of her little leather boots tapping lightly as she stepped out with a spring in her step.

She was still a student, after all. She needed to focus on her classes—Masatsuki Aozaki had insisted on that much.

...

At that moment, Masatsuki Aozaki emerged from the kitchen.

He was carrying two plates of food, and as he stepped into the Quincy ladies’ bedroom, there was a trace of annoyance on his face.

"I even went out of my way to make you lunch... maybe I should just throw it out."

At those words, Candice—who had just woken up, drooling slightly—snapped her head toward him, surprise flashing in her eyes.

Only then did she notice the plates in Masatsuki’s hands and the teasing look on his face. She gave a light cough to diffuse the awkwardness.

She knew he was just joking.

But as a knight—especially one who held deep respect for food—she felt she had to show a bit of decorum.

With a straight face, she responded,

"Food shouldn’t be wasted. Thrift is a knightly virtue."

Masatsuki chuckled dismissively, clearly amused.

"Is that part of the Eight Virtues of Chivalry? Whatever—those things were made up anyway."

The so-called Eight Virtues of Chivalry referred to humility, honor, sacrifice, valor, compassion, soul, honesty, and justice.

They were human constructs—ideals created to guide and restrain behavior.

In truth, everyone interpreted them based on their own beliefs and values.

That was something Masatsuki had once heard from Chōjirō Sasakibe.

People always yearn for noble ideals—that’s just human nature.

But those who actually live by those ideals? They’re always the minority.

Masatsuki Aozaki gently set the plates down on the table with a crisp clink.

Bambietta rubbed her bleary eyes and slowly sat up in bed.

"What’s for lunch today?"

She stretched lazily and mumbled sleepily.

"Lunch? It’s still early morning..."

Masatsuki shook his head helplessly and reached out to pinch her soft cheeks.

These girls were seriously spoiled. The fact that he—Masatsuki Aozaki—was running around catering to their every whim was just plain ridiculous.

What was worse—neither of them showed even the slightest awareness that they were captives.

And the most baffling part?

His punishments had somehow started to feel like rewards to them.

Absolutely outrageous.

Masatsuki Aozaki let out a long sigh and said slowly,

"There was some beef left from yesterday, so I made gyudon."

Gyudon—a bowl of white rice topped with thinly sliced beef. It sounded simple, but it was said to be an internationally renowned dish loved by diners around the world.

Masatsuki didn’t really know how much truth there was to that claim, nor did he care.

To him, food was just something to satisfy hunger. There was no need to assign it some lofty, hollow value.

He enjoyed cooking—but only for the process itself and the satisfaction of eating the finished result. As long as it tasted good, who cared about its reputation?

He glanced at the two still-groggy girls, then casually smacked both of them on the head and grumbled,

"Hurry up and eat. Once you’re done, I’ve got a little gift for you. After that, I need to head out."

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