Sōkyoku Hill.
Rangiku Matsumoto was led to the underground training ground, her heart brimming with excitement and anticipation.
Masatsuki Aozaki gazed at the woman before him as her Tenshintai transformed, unable to contain his astonishment.
"So this is Yuhime? 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 embellishments.
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 moment, Yuhime spoke, her voice dripping with allure and seduction.
"Masatsuki, my Masatsuki, I've finally met you!"
A faint blush colored her smile, and her smoldering gaze seemed 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 something far more compelling at play.
He knew this had to be Yuhime's unique ability. When Rangiku Matsumoto activated her Shikai, she not only commanded the pink breeze but also amplified her natural charm to the extreme. Those with weaker Reiatsu found it particularly overwhelming, sometimes even becoming completely enamored and devoted to her. However, the moment her Shikai was released, that irresistible allure would vanish without a trace.
Yet, Masatsuki suspected that this wasn't simply Yuhime's Shikai—it was something else entirely, possibly linked to the power of the Soul King fragments. After all, Banshō Senran had once mimicked Yuhime'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 moment you step out, you look like this?"
Rangiku Matsumoto pointed at Yuhime, fuming with anger. It was obvious that her Zanpakutō had some ulterior motive for dressing this way!
"You should ask yourself that," Yuhime replied with a sly smirk. "After all, I am your Zanpakutō."
Her large, expressive eyes shimmered with mischief, as if hinting at some 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, Yuhime'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, Yuhime…"
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 Yuhime's Reiatsu matched hers, that didn't make him immune.
Standing before her, feeling the full force of her enchantment, 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 Yuhime'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 some attention and Reiatsu to resist, barely maintaining their sanity. Opponents on the same 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?"
Yuhime frowned, pointing her delicate fingers at Rangiku Matsumoto beside her, a look of dissatisfaction on her face.
Seeing Yuhime 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 Yuhime looked just like her, Rangiku—who usually didn't care about other women—was unusually enraged this time.
"No! He's mine!" Yuhime retorted without backing down.
"He's mine!"
"Mine!"
"..."
Neither was willing to give in, and the argument 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 women 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 women 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 women fight?"
"Of course not. I'm simply admiring Rangiku and Yuhime'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 me 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, come 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 same, 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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