Bleach: Watch Closely, This Is How You Use a Zanpakutō novel Chapter 355

Chapter 355: Chapter 355: Not a God

This was the first time Masatsuki Aozaki had ever praised himself so openly.

He wasn’t a bad person, but he couldn’t exactly be called a good one either.

Senjumaru Shutara had long since come to understand this after knowing him for decades.

Sure, he had a sharp tongue and often acted in ways that seemed excessive—sometimes even taking the chance to ambush her just for fun.

But in truth, he was surprisingly gentle. _{freew\e bnovel.com}

When he was focused on cooking, the serious look on his face was undeniably attractive. In those moments, he could easily be called a once-in-a-millennium-level heartthrob.

Though he occasionally said things just to get under her skin, he always had a way of making up for it when she felt embarrassed.

And despite his rather peculiar personality—and his complete lack of shame in admitting his less-than-pure thoughts—his honesty never felt off-putting.

...Come to think of it, does he prefer girls who dress conservatively?

The thought made Senjumaru Shutara lower her head slightly, examining herself as a complicated feeling welled up inside her.

She had always assumed that no matter what she wore, she would naturally attract Masatsuki Aozaki’s attention because of her own charm.

But now... it almost felt like she had been unintentionally catering to his tastes all along by dressing so modestly.

Maybe she should take a page from Kirio’s book and try wearing something simpler?

...That would probably backfire.

Realizing where her thoughts were going, Senjumaru Shutara’s face burned with embarrassment. She quickly shook her head, trying to banish those ridiculous ideas.

At that moment, Masatsuki Aozaki walked up to her, arms crossed.

"You still need to keep practicing dessert-making. Consider it homework from me—I’ll check on it later."

"Hey! I already told you, I’m not a kid!"

Senjumaru Shutara puffed up her cheeks in protest, pouting in frustration.

After a full day, she had finally grasped the process of making tiramisu.

But while she had managed to make it, the taste was... difficult to describe.

And when it came to food, a dish that didn’t taste good was nothing short of a failure.

A failure wasn’t something she could just pass off as compensation.

She tilted her head slightly, looking up at the man who stood a full head taller than her.

If judged by looks alone, there was probably no one in the past thousand years who could compare to him.

As that thought crossed her mind, she found herself sighing internally.

What a strange man.

She studied Masatsuki Aozaki carefully, noticing how his sharp and defined features made him look almost unreal—flawless in every way.

His long, slightly unkempt hair gave him a laid-back charm, neither too polished nor too wild, but effortlessly captivating.

With a face like that, he would have been popular in any era.

Yet, Senjumaru Shutara had the distinct feeling that what made him truly captivating wasn’t his looks—it was his presence.

Despite his playful demeanor, he wasn’t someone who acted thoughtlessly.

There was always a sense of calm about him, a quiet detachment that shrouded him in an air of mystery.

But more than anything, there was a sincerity about him—something that should have been intangible, yet felt as real as anything she could touch.

It wasn’t about what he said or did.

It was simply there, naturally existing—something undeniable without the need for words.

Looking back, even Senjumaru had to admit—some of the beliefs from her era seemed questionable now.

She fidgeted with her hands for a long time before finally gathering the courage to speak.

"Actually... it’s not like I’ve always been suppressing anything. I’m not as virtuous as you make me sound."

"I’m impressed you can say something that bold... If it’s hard to talk about, you don’t have to force yourself."

Masatsuki sighed, rubbing his temples as he tried to rein in his imagination.

This woman really had no filter—way bolder than Kirio Hikifune.

An elegant, drop-dead gorgeous woman standing in front of him, looking flustered while discussing something this suggestive...

Yeah, any man would start overthinking it.

But now that she’d admitted it herself, Masatsuki finally came to a realization.

"So that’s it... Zero Division, huh? Even after inheriting the Soul King’s power, you guys aren’t some divine beings—you’re just as human as the rest of us."

"Ugh..."

Hearing that, Senjumaru’s face burned even redder.

She clutched her chest as if she had been struck in a vulnerable spot.

Deep down, she had always known it. Even with the Ōken-infused body granted by the Soul King, she wasn’t some lofty deity.

She was just a person—ordinary in every way that mattered.

And that was exactly why she felt so ashamed.

Of course, she had never thought of herself as superior to anyone else.