"Oh ho, even though it's your first eting, you two already get along so well."
Kirio brought over a tray and placed it between the three of them.
On the tray were all sorts of exquisite pastries.
For a fleeting mont, Satoru felt as if he had traveled back in ti, sitting in a café.
"Co on, Master, Captain, try my latest creations!"
Kirio looked at Satoru with expectant eyes.
Satoru, anwhile, turned his curious gaze toward Shutara.
"Can a piece of clothing even eat?"
Shutara scoffed.
"Brat, don't compare the 'Heavenly Garnts' I sew to ordinary clothes."
"With my power imbued into them, 'Heavenly Garnts' can possess all sorts of abilities."
"Like this one right now—it can be remotely controlled over vast distances and share the five senses to a great extent."
"Just like this..."
As she spoke, she picked up a small cookie and placed it near the collar of the garnt.
With that motion, the cookie dissolved into particles of reishi, vanishing without a trace.
"...And I can perceive about seventy percent of the texture and flavor of the food."
"See? Quite marvelous, isn't it?"
Watching Shutara's demonstration, Satoru's eyes widened in surprise.
Then, with excitent, he asked, "Can this be mass-produced?"
Wasn't Shutara's technology exactly what netizens dread of—a "phone that could taste food"?
Who would've thought that before his transmigration, he never got to see such tech, but after crossing over, he actually encountered it?
Shutara frowned in displeasure.
"What do you take Heavenly Garnts for? Bestowing abilities upon them is no easy feat."
Satoru instantly deflated with disappointnt.
Seeing his reaction, Shutara's blood pressure spiked.
This brat—did he even understand the concept of respecting one's elders?
But the next second, she suddenly froze.
Then, under the watchful eyes of Satoru and Kirio, Shutara picked up another pastry in surprise and placed it near her collar.
As the reishi light scattered, she couldn't help but turn to Kirio Hikifune.
"...Kirio, did you make this?"
"Yep! I worked hard under Master's guidance!"
Kirio lifted her chin proudly and draped her hands over Satoru's shoulders from behind.
Shutara couldn't help but glance sideways.
As Kirio's forr captain, she had so understanding of her ex-subordinate's training thods.
Kirio's cultivation involved infusing the spiritual energy she created into her cooking, then consuming it to grow stronger.
The more delicious the food, the more energy she absorbed, and the stronger she beca.
Because spiritual energy and ingredients were difficult to blend, Kirio had always struggled to make truly tasty dishes.
At the very least, the last ti Shutara visited, Kirio's cooking had still been rather diocre.
On top of that, the "Heavenly Garnt" dulled so of the food's flavor, so the al she had last ti had been… less than satisfying.
This ti, the pastries made by Kirio far surpassed her previous works in both appearance and taste.
Even after being diminished sowhat by the Heavenly Garnt, they could still be called "delicious"!
If this culinary standard was maintained, Kirio's strength had likely increased exponentially.
Her promotion to the Zero Division might co even sooner than expected.
Thinking this, Senjumaru couldn't help but feel a little excited.
"Not bad at all, Satoru," she praised.
Satoru blinked in confusion. "Who's that?"
Senjumaru: "???"
Up in the Soul King Palace, Senjumaru's true body took a deep breath, veins visibly pulsing on her pale forehead.
"You little brat," she gritted her teeth, "you seem to lack proper respect for this mber of the Zero Division."
Satoru munched on a macaron while asking curiously, "Zero Division?"
"That's the Royal Guard we ntioned before," Kirio Hikifune explained. "Only those with strength, loyalty, and who've left their mark on Soul Society's history are qualified to join this highest order."
"Oh... sounds pretty impressive," Satoru nodded slightly.
"Hey, Kirio," Senjumaru warned.
While the Zero Division wasn't exactly top secret, Satoru wasn't a captain yet—it wasn't good for him to know too much.
Kirio laughed. "Don't worry, Captain. With master's talent, joining the Zero Division is just a matter of ti. Consider this a preview."
"Oh?" Senjumaru beca intrigued.
She knew Kirio's capabilities well. If Kirio spoke so highly of him, this Satoru must truly be remarkable.
She cleared her throat. "Well, if you're going to join eventually, showing so respect now would be a wise choice. When you ascend in a few hundred years, I might give you preferential treatnt~"
Satoru asked curiously, "Are you strong?"
"Of course," Senjumaru Shutara said proudly. "Enhanced by the Soul King's power, I surpass any captain. The top fighters you know are re children before ."
Satoru seed surprised. "What about compared to my teacher?"
"Your teacher?"
"Yeah, Captain-Commander Yamamoto."
"..."
Senjumaru Shutara's controlled kimono froze midair.
She stuttered several tis, as if wanting to say sothing, but ultimately remained silent.
After a few seconds, she muttered, "Y-Yamamoto is... well, he is the Captain-Commander... That's different from regular captains! Not that I'm afraid of him—just showing respect to my forr superior... Definitely not afraid!"
Seeing Senjumaru's sudden loss of confidence, Satoru didn't need her answer to guess the outco.
Noticing Satoru's imdiate disinterest, Senjumaru gritted her teeth in frustration.
After so thought, she suddenly chuckled. "Say, Satoru, would you like a Heavenly Garnt?"
Satoru glanced at her. "Like the remote eating one?"
"Hmph, don't underestimate . I can create all kinds of abilities if I wish."
Hearing this, Satoru pondered for a mont before an idea struck him.
"Then... could you design clothing that completely blocks spiritual pressure and sound?"
"W-well, of course I can."
In a certain detached palace of the Soul King's realm, Senjumaru Shutara slightly furrowed her brows.
Blocking spiritual pressure wasn't particularly difficult.
But adding soundproofing capabilities made things considerably more challenging.
Especially since, to truly showcase her skills, temporary garnts wouldn't suffice—she needed to create sothing with long-lasting enchantnts.
This would likely require dipping into her precious material reserves.
The thought made her wince slightly.
After so consideration, she "looked" toward Satoru.
"While I can certainly create it, what can you offer in return?"
Satoru blinked. "Didn't you volunteer to do this?"
"...While technically true, you can't expect to work completely for free."
Hearing this, Satoru adopted a thoughtful expression.
After a few seconds, as if making a painful decision, he took a deep breath:
"If the outfit is good enough, I'll take your granddaughter as my ○-wife."
Senjumaru: "????"
If not for the extensive paperwork required for Royal Guard mbers to descend to Soul Society, she would have stord down imdiately to strangle this brat!
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