Bab 6: Chapter 6 ⥤ The Strongest Son-in-Law of the Shihōin Family?
A pleasant cracking sound followed.
Crack!
Her face stiffened, and she instinctively released her scissor lock.
Just as she was about to make her next move, Akira sharply inhaled and said through gritted teeth, "Don't move! It's broken!"
The evenly matched skills had sent Yoruichi into such an excited state that she momentarily lost control of her Reiatsu and strength.
This brief outburst crushed his arm mercilessly, even though he noticed the abnormality at the critical moment and immediately unleashed all of his own Reiatsu.
His actual Spirit Class is Rank 17. For context, the standard for a Shinigami Officer is Rank 20, a Lieutenant is Rank 4 or 5, and Rank 3 and above is Captain level.
Akira's current personal status shows his Reiatsu as Level 20, which corresponds exactly to Rank 17 Spirit Class if calculated based on a maximum of 100.
{T/N: Brief explanation. Imagine Reiatsu as nuclear radiation that is constantly emitted. Reishi (Spirit Particle) is a nuclear particle. The more radiation a certain particle is capable of emitting, the higher its Spirit Class Rank becomes. Basically, this means that there is much more energy (Reiryoku) and much more powerful (Reiatsu) in just one body (a vessel of Reishi, so to speak). I hope you understood!(•‿•)}
While this level might be considered outstanding among many academy students, compared to Yoruichi, the difference was vast.
The moment she unleashed her Reiatsu, Akira personally experienced what it meant to face an insurmountable gap — to truly confront an impassable divide!
As their Reiatsu clashed, he envisioned towering mountains collapsing and endless mudslides surging forward in a magnificent spectacle, obliterating his stubborn resistance with overwhelming force.
Yoruichi, seeming to notice her loss of composure, released his right arm — now twisted like a pretzel — with an embarrassed smile.
His entire arm was grotesquely contorted, its bones and muscles pulverized by the brutal Reiatsu and force, causing the skin to turn a horrifying deep purple.
Akira attempted to move his right hand, but it remained unresponsive.
"Little Righty, don't you dare die on me!"
His exaggerated expression, tinged with genuine pain, was mostly for show. However, it made Yoruichi feel even more guilty, to the point where she couldn't meet his gaze.
The over-the-top display made Aizen's expression stiffen. He suddenly realized that being friends with this guy might not be such an honorable endeavor after all.
Marechiyo appeared before Akira, frowning as he carefully examined the limp, twisted right arm. After a moment, he let out a sigh of relief.
"It's not severe enough to require amputation. However, the Kidō Corps' doctors likely can't handle such a serious injury." Marechiyo turned to the lectern and quickly wrote out a certificate, detailing the incident, "Take this to the Fourth Division's Coordinated Relief Station. Captain Unohana will personally treat you. Sōsuke Aizen, accompany him."
Aizen nodded reluctantly.
Yoruichi raised her hand, seemingly wanting to go along. But after seeing Marechiyo's pleading look, she pouted and temporarily abandoned the idea.
After the two left, he dismissed the other students for the day.
Soon, only the two of them remained in the classroom. He let out a heavy sigh and looked at the unrepentant dark-skinned young woman.
"Lady Yoruichi, you promised me you wouldn't act recklessly. This time the boy was lucky, only breaking an arm. If you had locked his head, the consequences could have been dire."
Yoruichi defended herself, "This wasn't reckless — I just got caught up in the moment. At the beginning of the fight, that guy's Hakuda skills were quite ordinary, but as the battle progressed..."
She frowned, suddenly realizing something unsettling.
She had focused solely on Hakuda due to her Zanpakutō's nature, achieving outstanding results that even high-ranking Officers couldn't match. But in the recent battle, that young man's progress could no longer be described as merely rapid.
It was as if he was cheating. Every technique she used was quickly assimilated by him in a very short time, then performed even more perfectly.
Such a genius would easily outclass many members of the Shihōin family! He might even rival a Captain!
As she pondered in silence, Marechiyo sensed the strange atmosphere and cautiously spoke up.
"Lady Yoruichi?"
The dark-skinned young woman suddenly looked up, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Marechiyo, what do you think... How about recruiting this guy as a son-in-law for the Shihōin family?"
Yoruichi's sudden leap in logic made his eyes widen. He inhaled sharply, feeling a stinging pain between his teeth. Yet, compared to the toothache, he was far more troubled by her suggestion.
From the intelligence about Akira often performing "exorcisms" for female classmates, this guy's level of lechery rivaled — if not surpassed — that of the Eighth Division's Captain Shunsui Kyōraku.
If Lady Yoruichi chose to use herself as bait, Akira would undoubtedly agree!
Contemplating this, Marechiyo's burly body shuddered, as if he had foreseen a terrifying future.
After all, the Ōmaeda family was closely tied to the Shihōin family!
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On the small path leading to the Fourth Division barracks, two young men in academy uniforms walked side by side.
It would have been a harmonious scene if not for the constant wailing of one embarrassing fellow.
"Sōsuke, do you think my Little Righty can truly be restored?"
"With Captain Unohana's medical skills, it shouldn't be a problem."
"That's wonderful! Little Righty is my beloved friend and brother. I'd rather die than see it harmed!"
Aizen sighed helplessly at his friend's dramatics. Shouldn't a normal person be crying out from the pain of such a severe injury? Why was this guy so fixated on whether his right arm could be restored?
And what was with the strange nickname "Little Righty"?
Because his name contained the character for "right", every time Akira wailed "Little Righty", he felt an odd discomfort. It was as if he wasn't mourning his right hand, but mourning Aizen himself.
{T/N: Sōsuke (惣右介), Aizen (藍染) — Right (右)}
The mental image this conjured was so disturbing that even the usually composed Aizen couldn't help but shudder, quickening his pace towards the Fourth Division barracks.
Due to the vast size of the Seireitei, even though the two moved at their fastest speed, it still took nearly a day to reach their destination.
After presenting the certificate given by Marechiyo, the guard Shinigami not only let them pass but also assigned someone to guide them.
Soon, the group arrived at a spotless hospital room.
The moment Akira stepped inside, a familiar voice sounded in his ears.
〈 Check-in Conditions Met! 〉
〈 Location Check-in… 〉
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Shinigami — Death God or Soul Reaper
Spirit Class — Density of Reiatsu in someone's body
Status Power Mingguan
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