Bleach: Watch Closely, This Is How You Use a Zanpakutō
Chapter 391: The Ultimate Lifeform

Chapter 391: Chapter 391: The Ultimate Lifeform

"Tomorrow, bring all Quincy to our base for registration."

Masatsuki Aozaki glanced at Sōken Ishida and spoke casually.

"From now on, every Quincy—from birth, marriage, and childbirth to death—must be recorded in our registry."

He paused, then continued,

"To avoid unnecessary trouble, I’ll assign two people to assist you in managing the Quincy in the World of the Living."

At that, Sōken Ishida frowned slightly.

He understood it was a necessary step, but unease still lingered in his heart.

After a moment’s hesitation, he spoke up.

"Aozaki-sama, I have no objection to having support in managing the Quincy... but having Shinigami and Quincy side by side—what if something happens...?"

"Do you really think you’re in any position to let something happen?" Masatsuki suddenly chuckled, his tone laced with mocking amusement.

Sōken Ishida quickly shook his head. "Of course not."

He was fully aware of the gap in strength between the two sides. Provoking conflict was the last thing on his mind.

Still, his concern remained.

"But accidents... they can happen to anyone, can’t they?"

His worry was real.

There were still young men in the clan, full of pride and impulsive energy. What if, someday, they started feeling bold again? Made a rash move?

Accidents weren’t about probability—they were about inevitability.

"Relax. They’re Quincy too,"

Masatsuki replied with a light laugh.

"And I’ve given them full authority to act first and report later, so you’d best make sure no accidents happen."

That made Sōken’s brows tighten. His lips moved as if to speak, but in the end, he said nothing.

He stared hard at Masatsuki, unsure whether to be more surprised that the Shinigami had Quincy working under them—or that Masatsuki had such unshakable confidence in just two of them.

The Ishida family itself had three Quincy at the third-class Spiritual Power level—none of them weak by any standard.

Could two Quincy alone really handle every possible threat that might come up?

It sounded absurd.

Just then, Masatsuki spoke again, breaking the silence.

"Well, that covers what the old man wants. Now it’s my turn."

He spread his hands, then placed one gently on the orange-haired girl’s head.

Instantly, every eye turned to her, unsure of what Masatsuki was about to do.

"I want a pureblood Quincy as collateral. This girl will do."

The room erupted.

The Ishida Quincy were visibly shaken.

There was no official engagement, but everyone acknowledged this pureblood girl as the young master’s childhood friend—someone expected to marry into the Ishida family and carry on the bloodline.

Sōken instinctively moved to question him, to object.

But just as he opened his mouth, a youthful voice cut in.

It was a voice full of resolve, as if the speaker had already accepted death.

"Why her? If you need a Echt Quincy, then take me! It doesn’t have to be Masaki! I’m the future head of the Ishida family—I’ll take her place!"

Ryūken Ishida shouted desperately.

But before Sōken could respond, the Ishida family members rushed forward to stop him.

He was the sole heir of the Ishida family, the only pureblood Quincy of his generation.

Losing him would be devastating for the clan.

To them, a wife could always be replaced. But if the Ishida bloodline was severed—it would be lost forever.

"Tch. Arrogant little brat, you’re not even worth considering."

Masatsuki shook his head lightly, his tone laced with contempt and ridicule.

"This girl’s pretty cute... and we really seem to have a connection."

Masatsuki Aozaki’s gaze settled on Masaki.

Hearing that, Ryūken Ishida frowned.

A connection...? Had they met before?

What’s more, judging by Masaki’s expression, she didn’t seem the least bit afraid of the powerful and intimidating Shinigami standing before her. On the contrary, she seemed to trust and rely on Masatsuki Aozaki completely, without a hint of fear that he might harm her.

"I didn’t think you’d remember me."

Masaki spoke with a hint of surprise.

"Of course I do. When it comes to beautiful girls, my memory becomes exceptionally sharp."

Masatsuki Aozaki smiled and waved casually.

But Masaki... Did that kid just call her Masaki?

Why does that sound so familiar?

"What’s your name?" Masatsuki asked, a bit puzzled.

"Masaki Kurosaki!"

"Masaki Kurosaki... Masaki Kurosaki..." Masatsuki repeated the name under his breath, a tingling itch forming in his head. Then he suddenly clapped his hands. "Masaki Kurosaki!"

Isn’t that Ichigo Kurosaki’s mom?

Ichigo Kurosaki—this world’s chosen one, the key to defeating Yhwach in the future.

Masatsuki Aozaki sighed with frustration.

"Kurosaki Masaki, huh... what a shame... maybe I should just forget it."

His dramatic reaction startled Masaki, who was standing right in front of him.

But when she saw the helpless expression on his face, a wave of disappointment washed over her.

Am I really that unlikable?

Meanwhile, the Quincy of the Ishida family were all visibly overjoyed.

After all, finding a pure-blooded female Quincy was no easy feat. If they could keep Masaki Kurosaki, they wouldn’t have to pour time and effort into finding another pure-blooded candidate.

Masatsuki looked around at the ecstatic crowd and then back at the slightly downcast Masaki. His brow furrowed.

Sure, in the original plot, Ichigo Kurosaki was the savior who would defeat Yhwach. But as an outsider, Masatsuki had already changed this world in so many ways.

There was no need for everything to stick to the script.

Besides, what made Ichigo so special was just that he was a hybrid, right?

Isshin Shiba was a Shinigami—so what? Masatsuki wasn’t?

He was chosen by the Soul King to save the world!

If they had a child together...

Forget hybrids.

They might just give birth to the ultimate life form!

Born awakened, with dreams of reaching the stars and ruling the dark universe.

And then, for some mysterious reason, their body would self-destruct, scattering their genetic material across the cosmos—becoming the shadowy hand pulling the strings of galactic chaos...

Ahem... anyway, getting off track.

Point is, Masatsuki didn’t believe for a second that his child would be inferior to Isshin Shiba’s.

If they really did produce the ultimate life form, then he wouldn’t even have to worry about Yhwach anymore.

With dreams of a brilliant future for his child, Masatsuki Aozaki dropped to one knee without hesitation.

He knelt before Masaki Kurosaki, wearing the solemn expression of a man proposing marriage, and earnestly declared:

"Masaki, please—have a child with me!"

It wasn’t the first time Masatsuki had said those words to someone, nor the first time he’d said them to multiple people.

But what he was really after—everyone knew, and so did his wives.

Yet this time, he was truly sincere.

"Eh?!!"

The girl’s shocked scream rang through the mountains, loud enough to shatter the sky.