Bleach : Lustful Shinigami

Yui's charming eyes, filled with spring, gazed at the tall, black-haired man standing by the bed, her expression full of satisfaction and shyness.

She had never seen such a perfect man; handsome on the outside, yet wild and domineering on the inside, this contrast excited her.

Although it was her first time last night due to her personality and work, the man in front of her was truly irresistible.

Mahiru walked to the wall, picked up the half-empty bottle of sake Yui had been drinking from the small table, rinsed his mouth, and then drank it all, smiling, "My dear, I still have class, you can keep sleeping."

Though he called her 'my dear', Mahiru truly felt no love in his heart.

He might forget Yui any day now.

Although Teacher Yui was beautiful and her status was a bonus, the taste was indeed good.

Mahiru casually picked up his uniform from the sofa; it was a kendo uniform, with a white top and blue pants.

The first class this morning was Zan Dao, which was kendo.

Kuchiki Cangchún held a bamboo sword, demonstrating basic sword techniques back and forth while slowly explaining the key points of the movements to everyone.

Mahiru and a few others knelt on the wooden floor, with bamboo swords placed in front of them.

The kendo Kuchiki Cangchún taught was not much different from what Mahiru had learned in the Human World.

Mahiru simply multi-tasked, listening to Cang Chun's explanations while cultivating his spiritual pressure using the spiritual power refinement technique.

Ichimaru Gin leaned over.

" Mahiru, have you heard? It seems someone is coming to the Lingshu Institute in a few days as a special guest lecturer to teach us kendo."

"Teach kendo? So, Teacher Cang is finally going to be unemployed and go back to inherit his family business?" Mahiru's tone carried envy.

He was truly envious; only by being a noble did he know how enjoyable it was.

When he was in the Human World, he started indulging in sensual pleasures at a young age, to the point of overindulgence and eventually falling ill from overwork, now reduced to having to curry favor with those noble ladies.

"Unemployment is not likely; a special guest lecturer is only for temporary teaching."

"Do you know who it is?"

"I heard from those noble young masters that it's a big shot."

Mahiru raised an eyebrow and asked softly, "A big shot? How big?"

"According to those noble students, it might be a captain from the Gotei 13."

Upon hearing this, Aozaki Mahiru was slightly surprised.

It was not uncommon for a Gotei 13 teacher to come to the Lingshu Institute to teach; in the original timeline, Aizen had been the calligraphy teacher at the Lingshu Institute after becoming a captain.

However, temporary lectures were usually given to graduates; when did first-year students like them get such treatment…

It seemed the key points of this class had been covered, as Cang Chun stopped his movements and looked over.

" Aozaki Mahiru, do you think my class isn't good enough?"

"How could that be? The teacher's class is excellent, captivating, fascinating, vivid, and soul-stirring…"

"But you don't seem to like listening to my lecture."

"No, that's not it. Actually… actually, Ichimaru was talking to me, and I was just now advising him to listen carefully to the lecture."

Ichimaru Gin's narrowed eyes even opened into a thin slit: "!?"

Mahiru subtly took out a ring from his sleeve and dangled it in front of Ichimaru Gin.

"That's right, I was the one who spoke to Mahiru first."

Mahiru breathed a sigh of relief, but Kuchiki Cangchún was not so easily appeased.

"Is that so? But talking in class is wrong after all, so I'll punish Aozaki Mahiru and Ichimaru by having them help the other students get their asauchi."

"…"

"We can get Zanpakuto now?!"

Someone asked, and the students' faces all showed excitement.

asauchi are nameless Zanpakuto, and Zanpakuto are the Shinigami's personal swords; their shape, state, and abilities are formed based on the Shinigami's own Souls. Shinigami gain power by knowing the name given to their Zanpakuto and communicating with it through their hearts.

Kuchiki Cangchún shook his head: "Of course not. They are for you to use, to assist you in cultivating Blade Meditation."

"You will only receive your own asauchi after graduation and officially joining a division."

"Of course, if you can infuse your Souls into an asauchi and learn its name during Blade Meditation practice at the Lingshu Institute, then congratulations, you will also obtain your own Zanpakuto."

While Kuchiki Cangchún explained the essence of Zanpakuto to the students, Aozaki Mahiru and Ichimaru Gin carried over two large bundles of asauchi.

Fortunately, the Central Spirit Arts Academy is a specialized technical education, and not many people have Shinigami qualifications, so the two could barely carry them.

"Now, everyone take an asauchi, place the sword on your lap, meditate in a sitting posture, try to control your spiritual power to enter the asauchi, synchronize your thoughts with the asauchi, and achieve dialogue with the asauchi…"

Kuchiki Cangchún took the lead in demonstrating, sitting cross-legged on the ground, placing his Zanpakuto on his lap.

Mahiru followed suit, sat on the ground, placed the sword properly, closed his eyes, and tried to infuse spiritual power into the sword body.

Immediately, he felt a suction from within the asauchi, as if pulling at his Souls, wanting to merge with his Souls.

This wonderful feeling cleansed his Souls, making him feel very comfortable, like returning to his mother's embrace.

Opening his eyes again, Mahiru found himself in a pure white space. He couldn't see the sun in the sky, and the white covering the sky made Mahiru feel dazzling.

The ground seemed to be made of an unknown white liquid; his palm hitting the ground created ripples, yet he sat there without sinking.

Looking up, a katana was stuck in the ground, estimated to be 1.2 meters long in total, with a long, thin blade, a grayish-white hilt, an oval tsuba, and a beautiful girl in a white kimono standing on the sword.

This girl possessed the image and characteristics a goddess should have: an angel's face and a devil's figure.

Willow-leaf eyebrows, large eyes, thin lips, plus a standard oval face, wide double eyelids, a high nose bridge, and long black hair.

This was an enviable girl, because all "beauty" was concentrated on her, as if a character from a fantasy had stepped into the Human World.

The girl smiled like a blooming flower, and Mahiru was instantly stunned.

"Who are you?"

"Who am I? What are you talking about? It's me, (static) Ah!"

"Senbonzakura?" Mahiru was startled, the confusion on his face dissipated, and he smiled as he looked at the girl, like an old friend he hadn't seen in years, "…Senbonzakura!"

The girl's voice sounded like static in his ears, but the name that echoed in his heart was Senbonzakura.

She danced like an elf, leaping in front of Mahiru, winking playfully, and said with a smile, "You really can hear me, but this is just the beginning. I look forward… I look forward to the day you call out my true name."

The world shattered like mirror fragments, and the girl's body also began to dissipate into points of light.

Mahiru ran forward, wanting to grab the girl, but in the end, he only grabbed the sword hilt.

"What's wrong with Mahiru…"

"His asauchi is glowing…"

"Kuchiki-sensei, please come and see what's happening with Aozaki Mahiru…"

Mahiru opened his eyes amidst the concerned words of his classmates; he had unknowingly stood up, and the asauchi in his hand had transformed into the katana from the pure white world.

"My spiritual pressure…"

Before Mahiru could react, a vast and terrifying spiritual pressure suddenly surged from his body.

Because the spiritual pressure increased too suddenly, he didn't even have time to control it, and it was released like a geyser.