Bleach: Watch Closely, This Is How You Use a Zanpakutō novel Chapter 436

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Chapter 436: Chapter 436: Rare in This World

Half a month later, on a quiet morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains of a bedroom in the Aozaki family estate.

Masatsuki Aozaki slowly opened his eyes, groggy from sleep, and sat up on the soft, oversized bed. His gaze drifted toward the window, as if trying to see through walls and glass to the world outside. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

The light beyond the window was dimmer than usual, but still carried a pleasant warmth. The grass on the lawn swayed gently in the breeze, and vibrant flowers bobbed along with it, as if showing off their colors. In the courtyard, several neatly uniformed maids were already bustling about—trimming the garden, sweeping the paths. It wouldn’t be long before one of them came to call him for breakfast.

Masatsuki reflected on everything that had happened lately. Since absorbing Gerard, subduing Hell, and taking up the mantle of Captain-Commander, his confidence had skyrocketed.

The old rule banning maids from entering the core areas of the Aozaki household had been lifted—only the underground lab remained off-limits. After all, aside from that lab, there weren’t any real secrets left in the house. His rumors had already been spread far and wide.

And with everyone enjoying increasingly flexible schedules, Hisana’s workload had grown significantly. It only made sense to bring in more help.

Sunlight streamed into the room in golden patches. By the bed, a blonde beauty was sprawled out, snoring softly, and behind her lay a number of other girls, all still lost in sleep.

"Yeah, guess the saying’s true—like husband, like wife... No, wait, I’m the one working day and night. They’re the lazy ones," Masatsuki muttered to himself, conveniently forgetting who’d made this situation what it was.

He instinctively reached out and gently pulled the covers over the girls, then quietly got out of bed, dressed, and tiptoed to the door. He opened it and slipped out of the room.

After washing up in the bathroom, he made his way toward the living room.

The past couple of weeks had been a blast—just him and the girls enjoying their time together.

Being Captain-Commander meant giving the whole Gotei 13 time off wasn’t difficult... and he’d taken the liberty of giving himself vacation too. Getting paid while approving his own time off? It felt amazing.

Still, there was one lingering regret—he’d issued a request half a month ago for all female Shinigami to switch to miniskirts. Unfortunately, Aizen had shot it down without mercy.

Masatsuki still hadn’t gotten over it. Sometimes he even questioned whether appointing Aizen as his Lieutenant had been the right call.

But in the end, between Aizen and miniskirts... he chose Aizen.

"A friend like me is truly one in a million."

...

The sun still shone high in the sky, and the moon still rose every night like clockwork.

Other than daily briefings from Nemu Kurotsuchi and Nanao Ise, Masatsuki had little contact with the outside world. But his life was full.

He cooked regularly, sharing his dishes with the others. He spent the rest of his time training with the creation power inside him and deepening his relationships with the girls.

His routine was disciplined—he made sure to be in bed before seven every morning, and always woke up exactly half an hour later.

"Must be Aizen’s influence... I’m turning into a model student," he murmured, hands behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling.

Now that the crisis of the Three Worlds’ collapse had been averted, he finally had time to reflect on some deeper matters.

First off—the power of creation was incredibly potent.

He pulled a blue-black orb from his pocket. It wasn’t some leftover from Aura Michibane’s experiments, but something he’d made with his own hands.

It was a high-precision soul aggregate. Since fragments of the Soul King couldn’t be created directly, he used this as a training tool.

Giving the orb a light squeeze, it cracked with a crisp snap and disintegrated into a faint mist, vanishing into the air.

While this training method had some utility, its actual effectiveness was minimal.

He sighed.

Using objects to develop this power clearly wasn’t a viable long-term strategy.

Still, he’d always had solid determination when it came to training—it was something others had acknowledged in him. If he could really improve through repetition, he’d have already driven himself to exhaustion mass-producing Hōgyoku replicas every day.