After returning to the Tenth Division, there were not many people left inside the division.
The Tenth Division was a Gotei unit, and at this special time, almost everyone had been dispatched.
At least for these few days, the Tenth Division had no chance to be idle at all.
Rosse did not really care whether anyone was around. After returning to his captain's office, he closed his eyes and completely relaxed, while at the same time placing his focus on Fish-Man Island in his own world.
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[Fish-Man Island]
Inside the dilapidated palace, Senjumaru slowly lifted her gaze, her expression incomparably complex as she looked toward the direction of the doorway.
The next second, Rosse's figure appeared there.
"So, how was today's Shutara? Pretty dashing, right? Didn't she have a bit of that 'second strongest of the Three Realms' vibe?"
Looking at Senjumaru's strange expression, still naked and hanging in midair, Rosse let out a light laugh, slowly walked to her side, and reached out with his index finger to hook up her chin.
"Heh! Is playing with people's hearts really that interesting? Those who toy with others will eventually be toyed with themselves," Senjumaru snorted coldly and tried her best to turn her head away, not wanting to look at Rosse.
But the finger hooked under her chin seemed to have anticipated it in advance, leaving her with no way to turn her head. She could only be forced to look at Rosse in a humiliating posture.
"Then I'll wait for the one who can punish me to appear. If such a person really exists, I'll only blame myself for lacking skill."
Rosse revealed a carefree smile, lightly undid his restraints, and began the daily routine.
"Ah!"
Senjumaru's entire body was spun and adjusted to face the other direction. The sharp blade almost pierced straight through her body, giving her the dizzying sensation that it was about to stab up to her throat.
Even though she tried her best to restrain herself, she could not help but cry out.
But after releasing just a single sound, she forcibly suppressed it.
She would not allow it. She would not allow herself to show Rosse any posture that he wanted to see.
But what she did not know was this.
What Rosse liked most was precisely this look of hers, a body that was honest while her mouth remained stubborn.
The blade was pulled out and stabbed in again over and over, vivid liquid continuously flowing onto the ground. This was proof that no matter how unwilling Senjumaru was, she still could not stop Rosse.
This actually surprised Rosse quite a bit.
What he did not expect was that after Senjumaru's body had been reshaped by the Oken, it still retained a high-blood-loss constitution.
The kind where, when a vital point is struck, others might only bleed a few drops, while Senjumaru would spill a large pool of blood.
Perhaps the body forged by the Oken had an especially strong blood-forming ability, which caused this difference.
In any case, Rosse quite liked this special constitution. When tormenting her, it gave him a particularly strong sense of accomplishment.
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Two hours later—
Rosse had completely vented the discomfort he had felt during the earlier battle.
It was a pity that today he could not use his own strength and could only rely on Shutara's Bankai. The restrictions were still too great.
After everything ended, Rosse did not leave immediately. Instead, for once, he released Senjumaru and held her in his arms.
His physical body was close to three meters tall. When he was not using Life Return to shrink himself, Senjumaru, with her normal-sized body, was like a porcelain doll in his embrace.
"What exactly are you trying to do?", Senjumaru's voice was slightly hoarse, carrying a feeling of being forcibly held down.
She did not want Rosse to see any cracks at all, even though she had broken down a few times during the process just now.
This feeling of being held by Rosse and treated gently by him made her extremely uncomfortable.
In her eyes, Rosse was not a good person at all. Someone like that treating her so softly instead gave her a stress response.
"Letting you relax your body a bit, and keeping me company while sitting here for a while. Isn't that nice?", Rosse smiled and asked in return.
"Heh! You have countless people you can choose from, whether it's those Hollows, or your vice-captains, but the one it absolutely shouldn't be is this concubine."
On Senjumaru's still-flushed face hung a cold smile, which instead gave off an extreme sense of allure.
"Why can't it be you? As a member of the Zero Division, you're not like Captain-Commander Yamamoto, who has absolute conviction, nor are you like Unohana, endlessly suppressing yourself, nor are you like the other Zero Division members, each with their own research. I'm quite curious. Over such a long span of years, what exactly have you been doing?", Rosse asked with interest.
He had no intention of recruiting Senjumaru so easily.
Not resisting during battle did not mean that Senjumaru had truly given her loyalty.
Relaxing was one thing. Loyalty was another matter entirely.
At most, Senjumaru had given up resisting for now. That did not mean she had genuinely submitted to him from the bottom of her heart.
To truly conquer her both body and mind, the time required might even be longer than taking over the entire Shinigami world.
Right now, it was nothing more than a daily relaxation to please body and mind after he had loosened up all over.
"Heh! This concubine is the 'Great Weave Guard.' What makes you think that everyone else has their own research while I've been standing still?", Hearing Rosse question her, Senjumaru immediately became displeased.
Her strength really was inferior to Rosse's. She accepted being captured. She even admitted that her use of Bankai was inferior to Rosse's.
But in other aspects, she absolutely did not think she was inferior to him.
"After the Shihakusho was created, was it ever revised?", Rosse asked.
"No. The Shihakusho I invented perfectly meets the needs of a Shinigami's life and combat. Moreover, through reishi supplementation, it can restore itself to its original state or even increase its strength. There is absolutely no need for changes," Senjumaru proudly lifted her chin. The Shihakusho was the honor that earned her the title of 'Great Weave Guard.'
"Then what about the definition of the Shutara-level? Since you became the Great Weave Guardian, were promoted to the Zero Division, and the nobles named your surname as the highest crisis level, what practical, meaningful feats have you accomplished since then?", Rosse asked again.
"None! And none are needed!"
Senjumaru's voice carried a calm tone.
"Having the single invention of the Shihakusho is enough to prove my highest achievement in Soul Society."
"So doesn't that mean you really didn't do anything else? Nimaiya Oetsu forges swords diligently every day. So what did you do?"
Looking at Senjumaru's proud expression, Rosse shook his head with a laugh, stretched out both index fingers to hook at the red cherries in front of him, grabbed one, and bit it into his mouth.
Someone like Senjumaru, wasn't she just a thousand-year shut-in?
"Hmph!"
Senjumaru glared angrily at Rosse, with a hint of embarrassment mixed into her anger.
It was hard to say whether there was more anger from being questioned, or more shame from sensitivity.
"I have also been developing new spirit garments. It's just that I'm not like that Nimaiya fellow, whose forged swords randomly and automatically generate sword spirits. The perfect spirit garment I want to create will not be a flawed product like a Zanpakuto, with a will of its own."
"But you still haven't made it, have you?"
Rosse chuckled and continued to provoke Senjumaru. It was the first time he had discovered that when her area of expertise was mentioned, Senjumaru became extraordinarily sensitive.
Holding her in his arms, feeding her with his mouth, casually teasing her, even the cherries he was eating seemed bigger and sweeter.
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