Sōkyoku Hill.
Rangiku Matsumoto was led to the underground training ground, her heart brimming with excitent and anticipation.
Masatsuki Aozaki gazed at the woman before him as her Tenshintai transford, unable to contain his astonishnt.
"So this is Yuhi? She's absolutely stunning—she looks exactly like you."
The woman standing before him was identical to Rangiku Matsumoto in every way except for her hair, which was as white as freshly fallen snow. She wore a form-fitting white bodysuit that accentuated her curves, adorned with feather-like embellishnts.
However, Masatsuki Aozaki found this attire rather perplexing. He couldn't figure out what purpose it served other than making her body look rigid.
At that mont, Yuhi spoke, her voice dripping with allure and seduction.
"Masatsuki, my Masatsuki, I've finally t you!"
A faint blush colored her smile, and her smoldering gaze seed as if it would devour him whole.
Masatsuki Aozaki involuntarily shivered, startled by the inexplicable attraction she exuded. It wasn't just her appearance—there was sothing far more compelling at play.
He knew this had to be Yuhi's unique ability. When Rangiku Matsumoto activated her Shikai, she not only commanded the pink breeze but also amplified her natural charm to the extre. Those with weaker Reiatsu found it particularly overwhelming, sotis even becoming completely enamored and devoted to her. However, the mont her Shikai was released, that irresistible allure would vanish without a trace.
Yet, Masatsuki suspected that this wasn't simply Yuhi's Shikai—it was sothing else entirely, possibly linked to the power of the Soul King fragnts. After all, Banshō Senran had once mimicked Yuhi's Shikai, but it only manipulated the wind and lacked this irrationally compelling charm.
"What the hell is this, woman? You were wrapped up tight during Jinzen, but the mont you step out, you look like this?"
Rangiku Matsumoto pointed at Yuhi, fuming with anger. It was obvious that her Zanpakutō had so ulterior motive for dressing this way!
"You should ask yourself that," Yuhi replied with a sly smirk. "After all, I am your Zanpakutō."
Her large, expressive eyes shimred with mischief, as if hinting at so unfathomable secret.
Then, parting her lips slightly, she continued, "But... could it be that Masatsuki prefers a more traditional, modest style?"
"If that's the case, I wouldn't mind trying on a different outfit—just for you."
She deliberately winked, her gaze filled with playful anticipation as she looked at Masatsuki Aozaki.
Then, in a soft murmur, she added, "After all, Masatsuki is Masatsuki—Rangiku's favorite Masatsuki, Yuhi's favorite Masatsuki, the Masatsuki who should be adored by everyone."
Faced with such a direct and passionate confession—along with an undeniably tempting offer—Masatsuki Aozaki felt his composure slipping. He struggled to remain calm and hastily responded,
"Ah... no, that's not necessary. Honestly, I think you look fine as you are. Yeah... thanks, Yuhi..."
But deep inside, Masatsuki was already in turmoil. The sheer, overwhelming charm radiating from this woman was impossible to resist.
Even though, in terms of Reiatsu, he ranked as a second-class while Rangiku Matsumoto was only third-class, and Yuhi's Reiatsu matched hers, that didn't make him immune.
Standing before her, feeling the full force of her enchantnt, Masatsuki Aozaki found himself wavering—his body urging him to obey her words, his thoughts dangerously close to surrendering to the temptation...
In truth, this was his own thought, unrelated to Yuhi's abilities. However, her unique power still had an undeniable influence on him.
Generally, those with Reiatsu a rank higher than hers only needed to divert so attention and Reiatsu to resist, barely maintaining their sanity. Opponents on the sa level could hold out for a while, but ultimately, they too would fall captive to her charm. As for those with weaker Reiatsu, they would submit to her without hesitation—even willing to give their lives for her.
"Why is that? Could it be because this woman is getting in the way?"
Yuhi frowned, pointing her delicate fingers at Rangiku Matsumoto beside her, a look of dissatisfaction on her face.
Seeing Yuhi act so domineering, Rangiku's anger flared, and she nearly ground her silver teeth to dust!
"Get your facts straight! Who's your master?! Masatsuki is mine!"
Perhaps because Yuhi looked just like her, Rangiku—who usually didn't care about other won—was unusually enraged this ti.
"No! He's mine!" Yuhi retorted without backing down.
"He's mine!"
"Mine!"
"..."
Neither was willing to give in, and the argunt escalated until they were both red-faced, locked in a fierce standoff.
"Honestly, I belong to everyone."
Masatsuki Aozaki really wanted to say that. But he knew that if he did, things would end badly for him. So, he wisely shut his mouth and watched as the two beautiful won went from arguing... to fighting.
The battle was intense, a flurry of attacks flying back and forth. Howling winds carved the surrounding boulders into pieces, scattering debris in all directions. And yet, as the saying goes, beauty and chaos often go hand in hand. Even amidst the raging battle, the two won remained stunningly elegant—so captivating it was impossible to look away.
Masatsuki Aozaki watched with great interest until a familiar voice reached his ears.
"Masatsuki, do you enjoy watching won fight?"
"Of course not. I'm simply admiring Rangiku and Yuhi's grace in battle."
A faintly playful smile curled Masatsuki's lips as he cast a glance at Senran.
"Haven't I already told you what to call when no one else is around?"
"Mas... Master."
A blush crept across Senran's delicate face, as if she could hear her sister's laughter echoing from deep within her soul.
"Good. That's my Senran. Now, co here and let your master hold you."
Masatsuki nodded approvingly. Now that he had mastered Bankai, he had earned Banshō Senran's recognition in every sense of the word.
"Masatsuki... you're terrible... I'm going to ignore you!"
Her fair face turned a soft shade of red, as enticing as a ripened apple. Though the title remained the sa, the girl's bashfulness sent a surge of emotion through Masatsuki.
Lowering her head slightly, she avoided the two gazes cast from afar. Her form flickered, becoming hazy—
And in the blink of an eye, she vanished without a trace.
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