11th Division Barracks, Captain's Quarters.
"Masatsuki, you lazy bum, time to get up."
Masatsuki Aozaki lay in bed, holding his green-haired lover in his arms. She was soft and light, his drowsy eyes fluttering open to a familiar sight.
Floating in the air were the twin sisters, Banshō and Senran. Banshō, the older sister, was making a silly face, while Senran, the younger one, puffed up her cheeks in mock anger and poked his face.
"You two are just too cute!" Masatsuki thought to himself with genuine admiration. "I was just dreaming about you!"
"Huh?!" Senran froze mid-motion, her cheeks instantly turning bright red.
Banshō covered her face and chuckled.
They had mimicked Muramasa's power.
Whenever Masatsuki absentmindedly called out their names in his mind, the twins would forcibly hijack Muramasa's ability and pop out to mess with him.
As a result, every time he attempted Jinzen lately, a tall, emotional woman—standing at 1.7 meters—would inevitably throw herself into his arms, sobbing dramatically.
Masatsuki grasped the hilt of Banshō Senran and entered his inner world.
The once pure-white landscape had changed long ago, now filled with color. The earth had taken on a natural brown hue, waves rhythmically crashed against rocky shores, and the blazing sun and crimson moon hung high in the sky. A gentle breeze, like a girl's delicate fingers, brushed against his face, carrying the sounds of chirping birds, rustling beasts, and splashing fish. Laughter echoed continuously in the distance.
In one corner, a woman with long brown hair crouched low. She wore a tight-fitting bodysuit beneath a flowing leather skirt that reached her ankles. Her mature, alluring figure was fully wrapped in white garments.
Even in high-heeled white boots, her posture remained effortlessly graceful. Her large, expressive eyes shimmered with unshed tears.
Masatsuki suspected this stark contrast in appearance and demeanor was a product of Banshō's twisted sense of humor.
But Banshō insisted that this "timid older sister" was actually a manifestation of Masatsuki's own subconscious desires.
"Masatsuki, Banshō and Senran are bullying me!" Muramasa rushed toward him, visibly flustered, and leaped into his arms, clinging onto him like a koala.
"Alright, alright, I got it. I'll deal with them later." Masatsuki ran his fingers through her silky hair, holding her with a smile.
There's no way I have such a weird sense of humor… But this timid older sister is seriously soft and smells nice. And that contrast in her personality is kind of adorable.
"Mmm, Masatsuki, you have to stand up for me," Muramasa mumbled weakly, resting against him as she took a deep breath, giggling to herself.
"Muramasa, Masatsuki-chan belongs to everyone, you can't keep him all to yourself."
A cheerful voice rang out from behind. Turning his head, Masatsuki met Banshō's gentle gaze. Muramasa stiffened instantly.
"Ane-san…" she muttered sheepishly.
Ane-san? What is this, some kind of delinquent girl gang?
Masatsuki had no idea how to deal with this instantly submissive older sister. He couldn't even bring himself to try.
Without a word, Senran grabbed Muramasa by the back of her collar and casually tossed her aside. She traced a graceful arc through the air before crashing into a pile of rubble.
"You went a little overboard, didn't you?" Masatsuki Aozaki chuckled, though he wasn't really worried about Muramasa. This wasn't the first time something like this had happened.
"We sisters wouldn't hurt her. With the right intent, even stone can turn soft," Senran said quickly, gazing up at the sun and moon shining together in the sky.
Masatsuki grinned. "I always keep you in my heart."
Was this her way of reminding him to pay more attention to her? How subtle.
If it were Banshō, she'd just tell him straight up to care about her more instead of dancing around the point like this!
"I don't need your concern. Besides, saying that now doesn't sound convincing at all," Senran huffed, crossing her arms and looking away. But deep inside, she couldn't help feeling a rush of joy.
Masatsuki really does care about me. He understands my feelings.
Watching him rush over, Banshō's whole expression brightened with delight.
"Oh my, I saw you getting jealous just a moment ago, and now he's ignoring you to check on another woman. What a shame."
Seeing how her sister was about to fold after just a few words, Banshō pursed her lips.
"And now he's teasing you too. Masatsuki, you really are awful."
Hearing Banshō's comment, Masatsuki sighed helplessly. "Banshō… sister…"
Don't be fooled by Senran's habit of throwing little tantrums. The real little devil here was Banshō—she was much harder to handle.
"That's better. I'll let you off this time," Banshō said smugly, crossing her arms and tilting her head up a bit. She loved hearing Masatsuki call her that.
Seeing her triumphant expression, Masatsuki let out a relieved breath. "Shall we get to business, then?"
"Mm, let's start." Banshō nodded before turning to her sister. "Senran, take off your clothes."
"Big sis…"
Ignoring her pleading look, Banshō's lips curled into a mischievous smile, her voice dripping with playful temptation. "What are you so shy about? It's not like it's your first time."
"Besides, you don't want to be trapped in this inner world forever, do you?"
"In the real world, there's so much more you can do."
Big sis is really too good to me. She knows I get embarrassed, so she's helping me. No wonder everyone says she's kind and thoughtful. I won't forget how much she cares about me.
Looking down at her sister's dazzling smile, Senran took a deep breath and nodded firmly.
Just then, Masatsuki stepped beside her.
"Need a hand?"
"…Mm," Senran murmured, loosening her grip on her collar.
But before she could move, Banshō grabbed both of her hands, her grip unbreakable. No matter how much Senran struggled, she couldn't break free. In the end, she had no choice but to accept it.
We may be from the same source, but she's my big sister. Of course, she's stronger than me. It's not like I didn't try to resist…
As Senran hesitated, Masatsuki remained entirely focused, his mind set on one goal—understanding everything about her.
To truly materialize a Zanpakutō, one had to fully grasp its essence.
Honestly, Masatsuki wasn't sure if he really needed to go this far to achieve materialization.
But Banshō had told him so, and for now, he had no choice but to trust her.
One thing he did know—whether her method was right or not, making his Zanpakutō happy was never a mistake.
…
"Masatsuki…"
After who knows how long, Senran leaned against his shoulder and softly called his name.
Masatsuki couldn't tell how much time had passed. After all, the sun and moon both hung in the sky at once, unmoving. Worse yet, these two celestial ladies weren't just floating there—they were radiating their own light and heat.
"Ding! Congratulations, Masatsuki-chan! Materialization proficiency increased by 0.1%!"
Hearing the playful notification, Masatsuki turned around.
This wasn't some legendary system cheat—it was just a certain mischievous girl teasing him again.
Banshō stuck out her tongue. "I figured seeing progress in real-time would boost motivation. You really are getting to know us better, Masatsuki! Keep it up!"
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