Death: This Death is a bit unorthodox.

"What does this mean? Why not do it..."

Shutara Senjumaru frowned.

“What are you saying… It’s just the literal meaning, because it reminds me of Senjumaru-senpai,” Aozaki Mazuki explained.

"...Does he despise me?" Shutara Senjumaru muttered softly, his tone tinged with grievance.

"What the hell? Can't you let someone finish speaking?"

Aozaki Mayuki looked at her with a helpless expression.

“Idiot…” Shutara Senjumaru snorted softly.

“Even if you say that…” Aozaki Mayuki shrugged helplessly.

"Little Zhenyue is an idiot, a big idiot! I'm getting angry, no, I'm already angry."

Shutara Senjumaru suddenly became agitated.

She shoved Aozaki Mayuki aside, then turned and ran out of the bedroom, heading straight for her own room without looking back.

What's wrong with her?

Aozaki Mayuki scratched the back of her head, looking completely bewildered.

"Shingetsu went too far! No matter what, you can't find someone to replace Senjumaru-senpai."

Kiryu gently patted Aozaki Mayuki on the shoulder and said.

The thorns nodded in agreement.

"No, that's not true. I never thought of replacing Senjumaru with Cialis. To me, Cialis is Cialis and Senjumaru is Senjumaru. They are both unique."

"Aozaki Mayuki retorted, a serious look on her face."

This is indeed his true thought.

Even though they look exactly alike, he never thought of letting these sword spirits replace anyone.

Each sword spirit possesses its own unique charm and value; they have their own thoughts, personalities, and the meaning of their existence.

They are who they are, and they should never be substitutes for someone else.

Aozaki Mayuki always held onto this belief, spending time with and loving them.

Although seeing the thorns inevitably evoked memories of Senjumaru, he would never confuse them.

There's no doubt that Aozaki Mayuki will take action against Cilan; it just takes some time for him to adjust.

Shutara Senjumaru, having fled back to his room, slammed the door shut.

She leaned against the door, her body slowly sliding down to sit on the floor, her eyes vacant and lifeless, hugging her knees and burying her head deeply.

"What should I do... my reaction just now..." she murmured to herself, her voice trembling.

"Waaaaah..."

I think I was too intense just now!

At this moment, a surge of shame and indignation welled up in her heart, quickly occupying her entire mind and leaving her unable to extricate herself.

She completely disregarded her image, kneeling on the ground and almost banging her head on the ground.

However, it is worth mentioning that she did not get angry without reason.

In fact, just as Kiryuki said, she did have a feeling that her existence was about to be replaced.

It was as if she had become an insignificant, dispensable person to everyone, especially Aozaki Mayuki.

This feeling disgusted her utterly.

Furthermore, the fact that the woman who resembled her was so close to Aozaki Mayuki stirred up a strange emotion deep within her.

"Since I've already lost face this badly, maybe I should just... run away!"

After rolling around on the wooden floor for a long time, Shutara Senjumaru gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, finally making a decision that should undoubtedly be called cowardly.

She sat up and glanced at her wardrobe.

Meanwhile, in Kirio Hikifune's bedroom.

"Is it really okay not to go looking for Senjumaru-senpai?"

Looking out the door, Kiryuki asked with concern, like a kind and understanding older sister.

Aozaki Mayuki seemed unconcerned, and lightly pursed her lips.

"It's not too late to go later. Let her calm down on her own first. After all, she's not going to run away."

"There was no objection..."

A sly glint flashed in Kiryu's eyes, and he uttered a meaningful sigh.

Aozaki Mayuki smiled slightly and said without any attempt to hide her feelings:

"Because I like her, so I'll definitely go find her!"

He demonstrated unparalleled prowess in the art of shamelessness.

In terms of shamelessness, he can be considered the most outstanding disciple of the Yuanliu School.

"I know, but I'm still unhappy."

"Although I may be a little slow on the uptake, it doesn't mean I don't know that what you just said is the kind of thing that should make me jealous!"

Kiryu finally stopped hiding her emotions, her loving and possessive gaze fixed on Aozaki Mazuki.

Aozaki Mayuki gave a doting smile, gently pulled Hikifune Kiryu into her arms, and kissed her lips tenderly.

After a long time, their lips parted.

Aozaki Mayuki slowly released Hikifune Kiryu, took a deep breath, and asked softly:

"My dear Kiryu-sama, did you find my service satisfactory?"

Aozaki Mayuki's actions clearly struck at Hikifune Kiryu's weak spot.

Her lips immediately curved into a smile, she licked her lips, savoring the moment for a long time, and then nodded happily:

"Hmm, the taste is not bad."

"I'm glad you like it."

Now that we've finished discussing matters of the heart, it's time to get down to business.

Taking out a pile of old clothes that Kiryu had collected from the wardrobe, Cilan began to get busy under the instructions of Mayuki Aozaki.

It must be said that Thorn is indeed worthy of being Shutara Senjumaru's Zanpakuto, perfectly inheriting her weaving skills. In just one afternoon, these tattered clothes were transformed into something brand new.

Chapter 374 Acceptance

After much effort, all those strange clothes were finally repaired.

The lovely and kind older sister took the opportunity to suggest spending some romantic time with Aozaki Mayuki, and thanked Aozaki Mayuki for her help.

And so the two spent a few warm, sweet, and intimate hours together...

"..."

Yizhou Tongsheng lay quietly on the soft bed, deeply immersed in a dream.

"...Although I have enough enthusiasm, I'm still not skilled enough."

With a doting smile on her face, Aozaki Mayuki gently picked up a bed sheet and carefully covered Hikifune Kiryu with it.

It was already past dinner time, so Aozaki Mayuki didn't bother waking Hikifune Kiryu, because there was no need.

In fact, when Kiryuki Hikifune fell into a deep sleep, Mayuki Aozaki could clearly feel the spiritual pressure within her body slowly increasing.

Aozaki Mayuki showed unparalleled tenderness towards this sleeping beauty.

He gently placed a tender kiss on Kiryuki's forehead, then quietly left, not wanting to disturb her sweet dream any longer.

Then, Aozaki Mayuki walked lightly out of the room and into the guest room area, stopping in front of Shutara Senjumaru's door.

"...She's really gone?"

Aozaki Mayuki glanced around in confusion.

Without much hesitation, he quickly released his spiritual senses and then... strode towards the wardrobe.

Gently pull open the cabinet door, and your gaze falls on that small space that no one should have entered.

Sure enough, there was a figure crouching inside.

Upon seeing that familiar figure, Aozaki Mayuki showed a hint of surprise, but quickly regained her gentle smile.

In the corner of the closet, a woman was curled up.

Her skin was illuminated by the moonlight streaming in from the window, as if draped in a mysterious glow, making her seem somewhat unreal.

Aozaki Mayuki called softly:

"...Senjumaru-senpai?"

Before him stood his senior, the high and mighty Zero Division of the Soul King Palace, a royal agent protecting the Soul King, and one of the strongest female Shinigami in Soul Society.

However, at this moment she was hiding in this small closet compartment, a stark contrast to her usual dignified image.

Shutara Senjumaru is definitely not the kind of person who would easily show his vulnerable side, much less deliberately hide here like a helpless child.

This is something only Shutara Senjumaru would do when her defenses are breached, but at this moment she seems unusually calm, so it shouldn't be that bad.

Although Aozaki Mayuki may seem frivolous and unrestrained on the surface, he is actually not completely oblivious to the atmosphere.

Most of the time, the reason he presents that image is simply because he is too lazy to consciously restrain himself.

Aozaki Mayuki's spiritual pressure receded rapidly, like the receding tide in a lake.

He slowly extended a hand and gently placed it on Shutara Senjumaru's head, attempting to soothe her emotions in this way.

Seeing that Shutara Senjumaru did not resist, he planned to stroke her long hair to soothe the "child's" wounded heart.

"don't want……"

However, at that moment, a commanding statement was uttered.