"Reiji, what in the world are you doing? I was perfectly fine up there. Why did you call us here?"
At that moment, an impatient voice came from outside, and two afterimages floated in from the doorway, quickly forming two figures.
One was a big sister with long, wavy purple hair, a bold demeanor, and a lively spirit.
The other was a noble woman with a skull hand on her back and a golden hair ornament on her head.
They were Hikifune Kirio and Senjumaru, Royal Special Forces guarding the Soul King, who had come to assist Aozaki by the Soul King's command.
Aozaki was very happy to see his two acquaintances, and several reasons to take leave flooded his mind.
Unfortunately, one of the seniors seemed a bit annoyed, so a welcoming party probably wasn't necessary.
However, seeing the two people with whom he shared a deep bond, Aozaki was still very pleased.
"Kirio, Senjumaru, you're finally here."
"Hmm, we came as soon as we received the message."
Hikifune Kirio scratched her head, revealing a warm smile, then crossed her arms, her ample chest nearly spilling out.
She glanced at Senjumaru beside her and winked at Aozaki.
"Senjumaru senior really misses you, she talks about you every day."
"No, I don't! It's just that I've been lacking a model for fitting clothes recently!"
Senjumaru waved her hand, saying discontentedly.
Aozaki rolled his eyes. This senior big sister was embarrassing herself again.
If she had said it calmly and indifferently, it would have been fine, and Aozaki might have reluctantly believed her explanation.
But this woman's voice was so flustered, and she kept talking incessantly the moment she opened her mouth.
However, Aozaki doted on her and didn't interrupt, so he listened as she pulled out various reasons to deny it for ten minutes.
Senjumaru finally closed her mouth and emptied her water cup:
"Now you understand, we came to find you because of the Soul King's command, not because we missed you or anything like that."
"I understand, but I missed you, you know," Aozaki said softly, stroking her head. "That's why I wanted you to come down."
The senior immediately shrunk her neck like a quail.
She still remembered that after Aozaki left the Soul King Palace last time, her intelligence regained the upper hand, and recalling that period was truly as embarrassing as it gets.
Aozaki looked at Senjumaru, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, revealing a doting smile as he gently stroked her hair.
He knew that although this senior could sometimes be a bit tsundere and speak without thinking, in certain situations, it was actually quite cute and should be considered a good quality.
And Senjumaru felt a bit awkward; she didn't want to admit her longing for Aozaki, yet he easily saw through her.
But since they were already engaged, a head pat was really nothing, and even a kiss wouldn't be out of the question.
It was just that Hikifune Kirio was still watching, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.
Although they weren't supposed to tell Hikifune Kirio about their relationship, what could this embarrassing senior keep a secret? It would be exposed in a couple of days.
"No, no, no, don't say such things, others will misunderstand if they hear..."
Senjumaru waved her hands repeatedly, saying in a flustered tone, "You called me down, but you didn't say it was for this kind of thing. It's for making clothes, right? I only came here for that. Are you lying to me?"
Seeing her CPU explode, Aozaki didn't press the issue. He pinched her face and gently rubbed it, saying, "Of course, it's the truth, but you have to make me satisfied!"
Senjumaru pouted, saying somewhat discontentedly, "What kind of tone is that? Are you looking down on my craftsmanship!?"
Satisfied?
Senjumaru opened her mouth, thinking, 'If I'm not satisfied, am I not allowed to leave? That's too overbearing.'
But she wasn't angry in her heart.
In Senjumaru's heart, she firmly believed that her weaving skills were the best in the world. After all, Aozaki and Hikifune Kirio had both praised her craftsmanship before.
However, this time, it seemed it would be different...
"Just you wait and see! Even though I'm disgusted with you, since I've already agreed to the Soul King, I must keep my word."
Senjumaru patted her chest and declared confidently, then walked leisurely towards Aozaki, turning abruptly in the open space at the doorway.
A gentle breeze rustled, and her white haori fluttered in the wind. She lightly beckoned with her finger to Aozaki, who stood dumbfounded at the doorway.
"It's just a haori, I'll show you right now."
Aozaki nodded slightly, feeling a touch of admiration for her courage in his heart.
Summoning them down this time, Aozaki had no intention of letting them return easily.
Satisfied?
That was a subjective concept; whether he was satisfied or not was up to him to judge.
Hikifune Kirio and Senjumaru had already met the ladies of the house, so no further introductions were needed.
After breakfast together, the three quickly found a room.
Senjumaru snorted, a hint of displeasure on her face, then she suddenly said, "Strip."
Aozaki asked with a puzzled expression: "???"
What was wrong with this woman? How dare she order him to do such a thing again?
Senjumaru widened her eyes, impatiently urging, "Why are you just standing there? Hurry up and take off your clothes! Don't tell me... don't tell me I have to take them off for you myself?"
Her gaze was fixed on Aozaki's eyes, full of determination and resolve.
Aozaki sighed helplessly, thinking this woman was getting bolder and bolder, but he still obediently began to take off his clothes.
However, just then, Hikifune Kirio suddenly stood up, patted her round belly, and slowly walked out of the room, muttering, "Oh dear, I'm so hungry. I need to find something to eat. You two carry on."
Aozaki felt a surge of suspicion. They had just finished eating, how could she be hungry again so quickly?
He felt a bit strange but didn't think much of it, simply redirecting his attention back to Senjumaru in front of him.
When he turned his head again, he was stunned by the sight before him.
A pile of clothes had appeared on the floor of the room at some point, obviously just thrown there.
Senjumaru, with disheveled hair, was wearing a thin soul reaper uniform, half-concealing herself, and a blush was slowly appearing on her exposed fair skin.
The two exchanged a look, and the entire space seemed to freeze, utterly silent.
Then, in the next moment, although Senjumaru's face was red, she didn't scream or throw anything; she just carefully pulled up her soul reaper uniform.
How could she be so fast?
Aozaki didn't ponder such a foolish question; after all, he was an expert in that field as well.
"It's a good thing I'm the only man in my house. What if someone else saw this?"
Aozaki sighed helplessly, turned around, and gently closed the door.
Doing so not only protected Senjumaru's privacy but also showed his demeanor as a true gentleman.
Of course, it would have been better if he himself could leave, but at this moment, he clearly had no such option.
Crisp footsteps echoed in the room as Senjumaru walked behind Aozaki and gently placed her hand on his back.
"I... I remember, Reiji, you're also interested in sewing, right? Do you want to learn?"
She asked softly, her tone carrying a hint of shyness and anticipation.