Chapter 37: Captain-Class Rebels
As they walked, the two chatted idly, occasionally playfully bickering, until they finally reached the end of the street.
The woman on Masatsuki Aozaki's back carried a faint, pleasant fragrance, and his arm was supporting her in a rather compromising position. If he turned his head even slightly, his lips could easily brush against her cheek.
But right now, none of that was on his mind.
Something was wrong.
The street was too quiet—unnaturally so.
This was Seireitei, the heart of Soul Society. Even in its most secluded alleys, there should be at least some trace of life.
"Something's off..." Masatsuki sniffed the air, catching a familiar scent.
Their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them. Without a word, they flickered onto a nearby rooftop.
Masatsuki focused, sensing the telltale signs of a battle—the clash of Reiatsu, the raw intensity of life-and-death combat.
"That's..."
Both of them widened their eyes as the battlefield came into view. The reflection of clashing forces burned vividly in their pupils.