NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 35: CHAPTER 35
"Don't worry."
"They don't really keep their eyes on me."
Kanbaru sat cross-legged on the sofa, speaking in a flat, unbothered tone.
"Hmm?"
"Why's that?"
Shihouin Yoruichi slapped away Kurosaki Masaki's small hand trying to lift her up, her brows furrowed as she questioned.
"Because I belong to a cursed bloodline—the Holy-type Quincy."
"Do you think the Gotei 13 would waste time watching someone they've already written off as a walking corpse?"
Kanbaru glanced at her as he gave a calm explanation.
Immediately, Yoruichi's expression shifted into sudden realization.
True enough.
From Soul Society's perspective, the mixed-blood Quincy were ticking time bombs. They could die from spiritual overload at any moment. This wasn't classified information either—anyone doing deep background checks would uncover that flaw.
It's impossible that the surveillance forces in Soul Society weren't aware of this.
So in their eyes, even if Kanbaru possessed captain-level spiritual pressure, his unstable bloodline meant he might spontaneously perish someday.
If that's the case...
Then Soul Society truly might not invest serious effort into watching someone already "doomed."
"But there's worse news."
"You might've ended up in Aizen's line of sight."
Yoruichi narrowed her eyes as she delivered the warning.
"Aizen?"
"Who's that?"
Kurosaki Masaki raised her hand like a curious schoolgirl, blinking innocently.
"He's a monster in human skin," Yoruichi replied flatly.
"His intelligence alone lets him manipulate people like chess pieces."
"Even seemingly irrelevant figures with almost no presence could already be within his calculations."
"Impeccable, airtight, always three steps ahead."
"Every minor move is part of a hundred-step plan—Aizen is that kind of person."
Her tone grew grim as she recalled memories from a hundred years prior.
With only his wits and pretense, that man had cornered them, forcing her, Urahara, and Tessai to abandon Soul Society entirely.
"No need to panic."
"The Quincy were part of Aizen's long-term script from the beginning."
"In other words, this isn't new bad news."
"At most, he's only added a few notes about me in his files."
Kanbaru remained composed, voice as flat as always.
"So... from start to finish, you've been a few moves ahead?"
"And you've even noticed Aizen's entire narrative?"
Yoruichi stared at him, stunned. There was a peculiar gleam in her eyes.
She finally understood.
Everything made sense now—why Kanbaru never worried about Soul Society's gaze, or why he wasn't shaken about being seen by Aizen.
It turned out... Kanbaru had long anticipated it all.
What terrifying long-game vision.
That guy Urahara Kisuke was right.
Kanbaru's seemingly frivolous mask concealed an elite mind, overwhelming talent, and terrifying combat strength.
Underestimating him wasn't foolish—it was fatal.
The only unknown now was:
When will Aizen realize Kanbaru isn't a background character—but a wildcard?
"But seriously, why are you so involved in my affairs?"
"Do we even know each other that well?"
Kanbaru gave a confused expression.
"You heartless brat. After all this, you still say that?"
Yoruichi rolled her golden cat eyes at him—despite being a black cat, her aura radiated seasoned big-sister charm.
"Oh, I get it now."
"You're clearly just thirsty for my body."
"I see how it is. Sure, you can rely on me."
"But fair warning—you're still paying."
Kanbaru let out a mock wail of despair.
Then—
In front of Kurosaki Masaki's wide eyes, Yoruichi's body erupted in a cloud of steam.
And in the next instant—
A tall, wheat-skinned goddess stood where the cat once had.
"The... the cat turned into a person?"
Kurosaki Masaki's jaw dropped. Her gaze froze on the figure's curves.
Beside her, Kanbaru sat with rigid posture, hands folded like a monk in prayer.
Serious. Stoic. Centered.
Too cruel!
This test from the gods is too cruel!
So what if you're beautiful?
Do you really think you can get away with anything just because you're hot?
Kanbaru stared firmly at the ground, repeating a silent mantra.
Today, no matter what happens—
Even if I, Kurosaki Kanbaru, starve to death, fall from a rooftop, or get crushed by a passing train—
I will absolutely never look.
No chance!
"You're so stiff. That makes you even cuter."
Yoruichi giggled, throwing an arm around his shoulder and leaning close.
Kanbaru's gaze twitched.
Hiss... too fragrant.
"See? You are after my body."
Noticing the stolen glances, Yoruichi smirked. "You like what you see?"
Kanbaru blurted out instinctively, "Perfect."
No resistance!
He couldn't take it!
This was Miss Yoruichi—an older sister type with looks, figure, brains, and sass!
She flirts when she wants, teases when she likes, and best of all—sometimes throws in little favors.
Who can endure that?
Kanbaru certainly couldn't.
Thus—
Kanbaru surrendered beneath the full might of Yoruichi-sama's charm.
What are you judging me for?
You say I'm a shameless pervert greedy for flesh?
I admit it—what now?
You wouldn't dare say that out loud!
Hah, hypocrites.
Meanwhile, in the corner...
Kurosaki Masaki's face was stiff with silent horror.
In her mind, the kanji for Danger flashed red.
Everything made sense now.
So this was why Kanbaru let her in his bed all the time.
So this was why he always clung to her.
So this... was his true nature.
Danger!
What do I do if this fatally flirtatious boar is about to steal my dumb pig-foot fiancé? Someone help! Urgent!!
Kurosaki Masaki's gaze dropped ever so slightly to Yoruichi's chest—
—and froze.
This was...
Trouble.
A powerful enemy had arrived.
So Kanbaru liked this type?
And at that exact moment—
A message entry popped up in her mind:
> [Girls like to lie to themselves, thinking that "D-cup" means "double." But just like every soda you've ever bought—the cup might be big, but it's never filled to the top. Don't trust the container.]
What the hell!
Even now, system! Not the time!
Kanbaru scratched his nose awkwardly, gently shuffling Yoruichi off like a child pushing a puppy.
But the mood shattered in an instant.
A terrifying spiritual pressure suddenly sliced across the sky—
violent, cruel, and full of malice.
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