บท 102: Chapter 102 ⥤ Don’t Try to Speak, Please! I’m Trying to Kill You Here!
Though this control maniac rarely displayed his true power, the subtle hints during their time living together made one thing clear — he was always stronger, never weaker, than Akira.
Especially in terms of Reiatsu, Aizen was overwhelmingly powerful. Without exaggeration, if he claimed to have Captain-level Reiatsu now, Akira would believe it without question.
Among Soul Society's many powerful individuals, Aizen stood out as its undisputed genius!
Power was just one aspect. More importantly, Aizen's presence sharpened Akira's mind, letting him instantly formulate combat strategies and notice details he'd missed before.
That flamboyant figure who'd introduced himself — could it be Szayelaporro Granz? The incomplete Espada No. 8?!
How had this Adjuchas become so powerful? And judging by his appearance, he hadn't even reached Arrancar level yet.
Had he... released?
As Akira pondered Szayelaporro's situation, Aizen's composure beside him began to crack.
Before stepping out of the Bakudō barrier, he'd considered various ways Akira might react.
Perhaps treating him as an enemy and striking to kill immediately, or seeing him as Soul Society reinforcements — greeting him warmly before dumping the Vasto Lorde on him and fleeing...
The one thing he hadn't expected was instant recognition, despite his disguises.
Just how deep was this guy's obsession with him?
{T/N: Obsessed enough to know where the psychopath is in the room. Never lose sight of him!}
"That's not me, don't make wild accusations." Aizen tried to protest one last time.
Akira snapped from his thoughts, studying the shadowy figure with his adult height, rugged voice, and completely altered Reiatsu.
Finally, his lips curled into a contemptuous sneer.
Veins bulged faintly on Aizen's forehead. If not for the dire situation, he would have drawn Kyoka Suigetsu and given this guy a good slash.
Being looked down upon by such a mindless fellow was truly humiliating.
Though uncertain exactly what had gone wrong, this bastard had clearly identified him. There was no point arguing now — dealing with the enemy before them took priority.
In a daze, Aizen recalled his original purpose here.
He'd only meant to capture a Gillian that had invaded Soul Society — how had things escalated so far?
Several days ago, he'd detected unstable spatial conditions above this plain and Menos Reiatsu leaking into Soul Society. He'd specifically requested a mission from Kirio to search for ingredients, planning to lie in wait here.
The early developments had gone exactly as predicted — the prey proved no match for him, and with two Hadō spells, he'd captured a dying Gillian.
But when Akira appeared, everything began to derail.
When he saw that familiar figure, Aizen's heart skipped a beat. From his experience with this priest, wherever he appeared, situations inevitably spiraled into chaos, regardless of their initial scale.
As expected, he was right.
The appearance of the Gillian group remained manageable. But when someone blasted Szayelaporro out of the Garganta, Aizen knew he had to act.
No matter how foolish this guy was, Aizen couldn't simply watch him die...
At this thought, Aizen gazed toward Szayelaporro in the distance, a long-dormant killing intent rising in his heart.
"Sōsuke, what's our strategy?" Akira asked the shadowy figure beside him directly.
Aizen gave him a measured look and replied quietly, "Same as before. You lead the attack, I'll provide Kidō support."
"Fine by me." Akira agreed without hesitation.
His quick agreement stemmed mainly from spite — Szayelaporro had nearly finished him with one Cero. How could he show his face in Soul Society and the 11th Division without getting payback?
After all, which Kenpachi hadn't slain Vasto Lordes? How could he fail so pathetically?
No way — he had to fight back!
"Don't aim to defeat or kill him — just hold out until help arrives. If Szayelaporro values his life, he'll retreat." Aizen cautioned, concerned this guy might get caught in a deadly battle with the Vasto Lorde.
"I know what I'm doing, relax." Akira thumped his chest confidently.
Aizen assessed his condition and noticed something remarkable — despite taking Szayelaporro's Cero head-on earlier, he didn't have a single scratch.
With Spiritual Body defense rivaling a Menos Grande, he could handle the front-line assault — provided he maintained control.
As these thoughts crossed his mind, Akira spat into his palm twice, vigorously rubbed his hands together, and stripped off his tattered haori and Shihakushō, securing them around his waist.
These unnecessary outer garments would only hinder his strikes.
Battle preparations complete, his fighting spirit surged as he faced Szayelaporro's elegant stance in the distance, a fierce grin spreading across his face.
"Those who violate our territory, I shall strike them down!"
⤫ Denkaen Henkō ⥤ Electric Flame Transformation! ⤬
The moment those words left his lips, Reiatsu erupted violently. Purple flames blazed fiercely as white lightning coursed through them, enveloping his body in an overwhelming pressure.
Facing the Vasto Lorde Szayelaporro, Akira took no chances. He immediately activated his strongest state, fully triggering all Kidō patterns, his fingers clenching into a fist with an audible crack.
⤫ Shunpo ⥤ Flash Steps ⤬
With a savage grin, the youth became a living battering ram, flash-stepping forward, charging straight through Szayelaporro's materialized Reiatsu!
Boom!
Visible ripples spread rapidly, forming concentric waves of force.
Bewilderment flashed across Szayelaporro's eyes. From the moment that shadowy figure wreathed in Kidō light appeared, he had sensed something unusual.
He'd assumed they were Soul Society reinforcements, but never expected this young Shinigami — whom he'd already marked as a test subject — would dare to attack.
"Isn't this a bit too arrogant?"
Szayelaporro narrowed his eyes, spreading his five fingers. Dense Reiatsu coated them, with barely perceptible pale purple flowing between.
Come, touch it. Once you make contact with my specially crafted Reishi toxin, you'll lose all ability to use Reiatsu. Then your body will belong to me.
A Shinigami with strength comparable to a Menos Grande — this is the first time I've seen one.
It really makes one—
The smile on Szayelaporro's face vanished as Akira's attack landed, his expression freezing.
⤫ Genshiki-ryū: Kaze no Tatsumaki ⥤ Origin Style: Wind Tornado! ⤬
The charging straight punch suddenly transformed into a side kick, channeling all the power of his twisting waist.
Before Szayelaporro could curse, the devastating force sent him flying, his body bent at a ninety-degree angle, face contorted in pain.
His figure scraped violently through the air with an ear-splitting whistle before crashing hard into the plain's edge, kicking up dust clouds.
Akira pressed his advantage, giving his opponent no chance to recover. Against a far stronger opponent, allowing them to catch their breath would spell disaster.
Szayelaporro's body carved a deep furrow in the scorched ground as unprecedented rage exploded in his chest, burning like flame.
"You insect, you—"
⤫ Hadō #63: Raikōhō ⥤ Thunder Roar Sear! ⤬
Before he could finish, Aizen completed his incantation. The Hadō burst forth with full Reiatsu!
Magnificent thunder transformed into an endless torrent. Twisted arcs of electricity burned the surrounding air, descending like divine punishment. The matchless pillar of light instantly engulfed the enemy.
Scorching heat eroded his external Reiatsu barrier, steadily wearing down his defenses.
Only then did Szayelaporro realize the Shinigami shrouded in hazy light was the true threat. The other brat might look intimidating, but his actual power was limited — he couldn't cause serious harm.
With this thought, he narrowed his eyes, preparing to lock his released Reiatsu onto Aizen.
But before he could act, an arrogant figure appeared — Akira, wearing a fierce grin, descended like a divine warrior. His fist burned with raging flames that seemed capable of incinerating the very air.
"Heh, quite an intimidating stance."
Yet Szayelaporro dismissed him. The enemy was too weak; perhaps after more growth, he might pose a threat. For now, he could only use cheap tricks to barely gain the upper hand.
"Wait..."
As Szayelaporro watched the figure falling like a meteor, sudden realization struck him, his pupils constricting.
"Is that... Reishi burning?!"
⤫ Genshiki-ryū: Kaen Hōsha ⥤ Origin Style: Flame Discharge! ⤬
In the instant the deafening air explosion resonated, the extended Reiatsu barrier shattered, and searing light burst forth.
Blood sprayed from his knuckles, instantly vaporizing in the intense heat as his skin cracked with fierce fissures, unable to contain this explosion of power.
Purple flames engulfed Akira's entire body, making him blaze like the sun rising over the horizon.
He radiated violent light in all directions, illuminating everything in sight!
With a thunderous crack that split the air, his fist shattered Szayelaporro's defense completely, dust swirling in the wake of his strike.
Then—
⤫ Genshiki-ryū: Ikkotsu ⥤ Origin Style: Single Bone! ⤬
Szayelaporro's arrogance cost him dearly. As the fist crashed into his chest cavity, bones shattered with a sickening crunch. An overwhelming force surged through his entire body.
BOOM!!
A deafening explosion erupted as Szayelaporro rocketed backward, carving through the earth like a plow. Shock waves rippled across the plain in concentric circles.
From east to west, the impact sent dust clouds billowing skyward as the Vasto Lord carved a trench dozens of meters long before finally crashing into the ground.
Even Aizen stood stunned at this display of raw power.
He had known Akira was strong, but this level of strength was beyond his expectations.
Here was someone who possessed only the Reiatsu of a high-ranking Seated Officer — yet if his power grew further, he might one day rival even Captain-Commander Genryūsai Yamamoto himself.
Aizen shook his head at such an absurd thought.
Though Akira showed moments of brilliance when it mattered, such a possibility was simply unthinkable.
"Mask of blood and flesh, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! On the wall of blue flame, inscribe a twin lotus. In the abyss of conflagration, wait at the far heavens."
⤫ Hadō #73: Sōren Sōkatsui ⥤ Twin Lotus Blue Fire, Crash Down! ⤬
A calm voice echoed across the empty plain as ghostly Kidō light bloomed from his fingertips, dazzling like spring's most brilliant flowers.
Though he had mastered higher-numbered Hadō, Sōren Sōkatsui proved more suitable for this situation.
Aizen watched the rising smoke and dust, his Reiatsu locked onto Szayelaporro's position, giving him no chance to recover. The moment their foe crashed into the deep crater, Hadō #73 followed.
Blue explosive flames surged forth, becoming a dazzling beam that lit up the dark sky, engulfing the figure within the dust!
BOOM!!
A heaven-shaking explosion erupted as the air instantly boiled!
The Hadō struck with perfect accuracy, yet Aizen's brows furrowed as he stared at the endlessly swirling dust.
This Vasto Lorde was unnaturally powerful.
A distorted figure emerged from the dust — Szayelaporro stood before them, his chest caved in and body charred black. Yet his injuries were already healing rapidly.
"Mere insects..."
Seeing this, Akira's teeth clenched — there was no way to win. Their opponent had activated damage immunity; even a full-power Ikkotsu only caused minor injuries.
How could they possibly defeat him?
Worse still, after these continuous battles, Akira's Reiryoku was running low.
"The usual plan?" Akira glanced at his friend.
"I'll try." Aizen sighed, the Vasto Lorde's strength far exceeding his expectations.
Adjuchas and Vasto Lordes existed in entirely different dimensions — there was simply no way to predict a Vasto Lorde's true power.
Just as Aizen prepared to engage with full force to buy Akira time.
A scorching presence, like a falling sun, suddenly erupted from the Seireitei. Terrifying Reiatsu that made their scalps tingle transformed into an unmatched pillar of light, shooting skyward!
The threatening words died in Szayelaporro's throat, his sneer frozen on his face as his neck turned like rusty gears.
When he spotted the approaching light pillar, cold sweat instantly soaked his steel skin...
{T/N: The bald eagle is coming, and he's fast!}
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บท 103: Chapter 103 ⥤ Late Night Visitor
Szayelaporro's elegance vanished as he broke into a cold sweat, gaining a stark understanding of Soul Society's true terror.
He had thought Kenpachi Kuruiyashiki was frightening, but to think there were even mightier warriors!
Without even facing its owner directly, separated by thousands of kilometers, this Reiatsu's overwhelming killing intent could crush any Menos Grande.
Including Vasto Lorde!
Not daring to be careless for even a moment, Szayelaporro abandoned his perfect test subject and used Sonído to reach the Garganta's edge. Stepping one foot into darkness, he turned back to say:
"You're lucky this time. Let's hope your luck holds out. I'll remember your name." He stared intently at the blood-covered savage youth, enunciating each word carefully, "Sōsuke Aizen..."
Aizen: "..."
Without another moment's hesitation, he plunged into the Garganta before the scorching Reiatsu could reach him.
Science is precious, but life is worth more.
For Szayelaporro, science was merely a path to perfection. Even if he lost this test subject, other Shinigami or Hollows could still be researched.
But lingering in Soul Society meant certain death at the hands of that Reiatsu's owner. All signs pointed to one opponent:
The strongest Shinigami in Soul Society, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto!
Szayelaporro couldn't fathom why capturing a mere Shinigami youth — not even a Captain — would draw such a monster.
Had Soul Society lost its mind, or had he?
Can't mess with that, absolutely can't mess with that...
With these thoughts racing through his mind, he pushed his Sonído to its limit, rushing through the Garganta to escape that perilous place.
"I'm leaving too."
Seeing the danger had passed, Aizen offered no explanation. He simply dropped those words, used Kidō to erase his Reiatsu traces, and vanished with Shunpo.
That Reiatsu was unmistakably Genryūsai's — there was no doubt.
Though he had revealed some of his power during the graduation exam, it had been a calculated move.
After all, geniuses naturally gravitate toward each other. Many had noticed his close friendship with Akira.
Appearing entirely mediocre would have raised suspicions. By showing power within reasonable limits, everything seemed natural.
Akira was strong, so it made sense that his close friend would also be gifted. It was perfectly normal for geniuses to find common ground.
But when genius surpasses what people consider acceptable, its very existence becomes questioned — even rejected.
Aizen was reluctant to reveal himself too early in Soul Society, particularly under the Captain-Commander's watchful eye.
He hoped that foolish Akira would grasp this and not carelessly expose him.
The thought left Aizen mentally drained.
Despite Akira's genius far surpassing what most could accept, he had not only avoided suspicion and scrutiny but had become quite popular within the Gotei 13.
Even Unohana, not just Genryūsai, showed him special favor.
Perhaps this was the privilege of being an idiot?
Looking at Akira's fading silhouette and the Gillian remains on the ground, he fell into contemplation.
Suddenly, an old man wreathed in terrifying flames descended from the sky. The ground blackened instantly, and the surrounding air warped from his fearsome heat.
It was like watching a star plummet to earth.
"Where is he?"
Genryūsai clutched his sword, his face twisted with killing intent — completely unlike his usual kindly demeanor. He looked every bit the gang boss ready to cut someone down.
"Gone." Akira pointed at the slowly closing Garganta, "He sensed your divine descent, teacher, and fled in terror. He scrambled out of Soul Society on all fours, crawling and rolling away."
Genryūsai narrowed his eyes, studying the sweating youth before him.
His instincts warned him this kid was concealing something.
"A Hollow?"
Akira wiped his sweat and nodded, "A Vasto Lorde, called something like Pink Chinchorro Granola."
Genryūsai fell silent.
Though furious about Hollows invading Soul Society, somehow, hearing that name made him pity the enemy.
What kind of ridiculous name was that?
"Did you borrow the power of sacrifice again this time?" He had figured out his disciple's patterns — he only had a few moves in battle.
{T/N: Not thanks to me, bald eagle.}
"Not this time." Akira scratched his head, "Pink Chinchorro wanted to take me back as a test subject, so he wasn't fighting to kill. After firing two Cero-like attacks, your Reiatsu scared him off."
Genryūsai's timing couldn't have been better.
If he had arrived even moments later, Akira would have needed to sacrifice to Mimihagi and borrow Its power. Though he might not have defeated Szayelaporro, he could have held out for some time.
The old man remained silent, accepting this explanation for now.
He didn't question whether Akira was hiding anything. To him, this disciple — though reckless and irritating at times — had few genuine faults. His talent was extraordinary, surpassing even Jūshirō and Shunsui.
He was sincere in his dealings with others and, most importantly, showed excellent judgment of character.
If the position of Captain-Commander hadn't required certain strategic abilities, he would have considered grooming him for the role.
No one is perfect — what a shame.
"I understand." After contemplating, Genryūsai spoke slowly, "The Fifth Division was away on a mission, which is why we couldn't provide immediate assistance."
Concerned that Akira might overthink things, he explained further.
"I came as soon as I received the report. Let other division members clean up these remains — Fourth Division and Twelfth Division might need them. As for you..." He looked his disciple up and down again.
Apart from torn clothes, there were no serious injuries — just split skin and strained muscles from overexertion. With his healing ability and skill with Kaidō, he would recover easily.
However, before he could finish speaking, he saw Akira scrambling around the devastated battlefield, rummaging through mountains of black hair.
He lifted the hundred-meter-tall corpse with one hand, looking absurd.
"You fool, what are you doing now?!" Genryūsai's blood pressure rose.
"Collecting trophies." Akira replied matter-of-factly, "I'm taking these back to show the Eleventh Division my great achievements! How else can I become a Captain in the future?"
The old man shook his head — such a major incident would be reported to all thirteen divisions anyway, and everyone would know of his accomplishments. There was no need for such theatrics.
This foolish boy...
He didn't stop him, instead letting Akira do as he pleased.
As a proper teacher, if you constrain your disciples in everything, it becomes not cultivation but puppet-mastery. When necessary, you must give them freedom.
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That night, moonlight spilled like water across the land.
A shadowy figure slipped into the 12th Division's quarters. After getting his bearings in the moonlight, he made straight for the division members' dormitory, quietly pushed open a corridor window, and crept inside.
From within, Aizen watched the familiar figure sneaking through the window and felt a headache coming on. What nonsense was this guy up to now?
Not only was he awake in the middle of the night, but he'd chosen to break into the 12th Division like this.
Wasn't he worried about Senjumaru discovering him?
"Come quickly." Akira whispered, startled for a moment upon noticing Aizen was awake.
Just then, a division member stirred in a nearby bed. In his drowsy state, he spotted someone at the window and his eyes widened.
Before he could cry out, a fist suddenly enlarged before his eyes, and he slumped back unconscious.
Breaking and entering, assaulting a colleague.
These charges alone would be enough to strip Akira of his Shihakushō and earn him a stay in the Nest of Maggots.
With a sigh at his pitiful division colleague, Aizen moved silently toward the window.
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North Rukongai, 1st District.
Mountain range outskirts, secluded cave.
Surveying his surroundings, confusion flickered in Aizen's eyes. He didn't understand why Akira had brought him here. He'd asked along the way, but the other had remained mysteriously silent.
"We're almost there." Akira called, quickening his pace.
As they rounded a corner, the space opened up before them.
There stood a mountain-like black body with a shattered white bone mask — fierce and terrifying in the quiet cave.
A low-level Hollow, a Gillian.
Aizen stood stunned. He hadn't expected Akira to actually retrieve the Gillian's corpse from the battlefield and hide it here.
"Preserving the Gillian's corpse was no easy task." Akira said wearily, "The Reishi density in Rukongai is too low, and corpses decompose quickly. Fortunately, teacher taught me how to use Bakudō barriers for preservation. Otherwise, it would have already dissolved into Reishi and returned to Soul Society's embrace."
Aizen remained silent, then after a moment, he turned to the young man beside him with a puzzled look.
"How did you know..."
Before he could finish speaking, Akira waved him off, saying.
"No need for thanks. If you really want to thank me, why not call me adoptive father? When I become Captain-Commander in the future, I'll make you the Captain of the Eleventh Division."
Aizen: "..."
This guy's demeanor was as unsightly as ever.
Although he was reluctant to admit it, Akira had truly been a great help this time.
Normal Hollows were too weak to support the next step of research — at minimum, a Gillian-level Hollow was needed to continue the experiments.
He had thought this capture plan had completely failed, but unexpectedly, Akira had brought back the Gillian's corpse.
"Since this thing is useful to you, I can rest easy." Akira didn't ask what Aizen planned to do with the Hollow corpse.
He didn't even linger, leaving the cave after saying just a few words.
Watching his retreating figure, Aizen's gaze grew complex. Someone like him was meant to walk alone in darkness; having friends was somewhat too luxurious.
Walking out of the cave, Akira headed back along their original route.
When one treats me with sincerity, I shall respond with my heart. As with Genryūsai, so too with Aizen.
Just like when Szayelaporro had invaded Soul Society earlier, preparing to capture him, and Aizen suddenly appeared to help.
He could have hidden in a Bakudō barrier and waited quietly while the Vasto Lord captured Akira and took him back to Hueco Mundo in a bottle.
But Aizen didn't do that.
Perhaps it was out of some personal sentiment, but Akira wouldn't think ill of his friends. Since they were friends, helping each other was only natural.
Looking at the crescent moon hanging high in the sky, his lips curved into a slight smile.
Without realizing when it had happened, Aizen had gradually grown different from the one in his memories — although at times, he was still as proud as ever.
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11th Division, Quarters.
When Akira climbed back over the wall to his room, he froze at the sight of two unfamiliar figures standing at his doorway.
Their luxurious outer garments marked them as residents of the Sixth District.
Nobles of Soul Society.
They stood quietly under the corridor lights, showing no signs of impatience — unusual for nobles.
Akira was taken aback. He'd always thought nobles were the arrogant sort, yet here were two who seemed... normal.
Upon noticing his approach, the pair turned around. Their faces brightened with joy as they stepped forward.
"Pleased to meet you, Lord Kisaragi."
"We are from the lower noble house of Segawa, here to discuss a matter with you."
Akira furrowed his brows, searching his memory for any mention of the Segawa house. After a moment, he gave up — he had no recollection of them whatsoever.
"Let's talk inside — it's rather cold out here." He wouldn't leave guests standing in the corridor; that would be discourteous.
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Soon, amidst the rising tea fragrance, the three sat facing each other.
"Do you have any thoughts about nobility?"
The opening question left Akira bewildered. What were these two getting at?
"Let me be direct." Kusagusa Segawa, the slightly older of the two, spoke with a gentle smile, "As nobles are the highest class in Soul Society, the Gotei 13 exists to serve the nobility and ensure our interests. As a member of the Thirteen Divisions, you should understand this, right? Moreover, the power of nobility supersedes even the law."
Akira blinked, waiting for what would come next.
After glancing around, Kusagusa lowered his voice and said earnestly.
"Right now there's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity — a certain lord wishes to nominate you to become a new noble. And all you need to do is pledge your loyalty to him!"
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