Chapter 35: “When I saw my sister, I changed my original plan.

[[This is a translation so please don't hate me for the developments. I will try to remove shitty brainrot scenes with better ones but it is from a MTL ... so please no bashing in the comments for the plot. I am just a translator after all.]]

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[Character Sign-In: Azashiro Sōya ]

[Gained Kendo Level +1]

[ Current Level: lv64]

[ Gained Spiritual Pressure Level +3]

[Current Level: lv52 ]

[Gained Exclusive Entry: Kidō Specialization]

[Kidō Specialization: A genuine Shinigami excels not only in swordsmanship but also in the artful elegance of combat. They dominate the battlefield with unmatched grace, submerging their enemies in a ceaseless barrage of Kidō. The consumption of Kidō is halved, yet its potency is doubled.]

Boom!

The breakthrough in spiritual pressure made Akira's offensive even more intense.

The flamboyant spiritual pressure light, like tentacles, swirled around his body, with sharp blades aiming directly at the opponent's vital points.

His agile body moved freely among the reishi blades, like a nimble swallow.

The fierce and cold aura burst out wantonly, as if venting the anger in his heart.

 Sōya Azashiro frowned slightly, noticing Akira's abnormality, a hint of regret surfacing in his heart.

Maybe…

Using the Sakahone District to provoke this young man was a bit too much.

"The gap cannot be bridged by skill alone."

Sōya said calmly, "There is an insurmountable chasm between our levels of spiritual pressure."

"Akira-kun, you cannot stop me from doing anything."

In response, there was only a fierce slash, as if to cut through the air in front of him.

At the moment the blade fell, a sharp shattering sound rang out.

[Shikei no Megumi]

The swordsmanship talent obtained from Unohana Retsu shone brilliantly in Akira's hands.

The tricky blade trajectory even caused a momentary lapse in Sōya, who controlled the reishi of the entire execution ground.

The reishi blade light intertwined, forming a net that covered everything, the air trembling and groaning under the pressure.

Shikei Ryū: Kumo o Saku

(t/n: Death Sword Style: Parting the Clouds)

The blade light intertwined, reflecting a cold face, the night turning into a huge curtain. Under the moonlight, the swordsmanship of the first Kenpachi made a grand entrance in the blood-soaked execution ground!

The Zanpakutō fell, as if an invisible hand was sweeping everything aside, the shattered blade light turning into countless reishi scattering, the bone-chilling cold rushing towards Sōya's face!

Clang!

The sound of metal clashing echoed in the execution ground.

An invisible barrier firmly blocked in front, unmoved by Akira's explosive power and spiritual pressure.

The gap was clear!

Looking at the scene in front of him, Akira tilted his head slightly, his gaze icy, his dry lips parting:

"Hadō #33: Sōkatsui!"

Sōya was stunned, his pupils shrinking.

It wasn't surprising that Akira understood Kidō, but releasing Hadō #33 at such close range would unleash its full power.

But at the same time, it would engulf both of them!

A brilliant azure flame flickered on the blade, lighting up the execution ground in an instant, the scorching heat erupting immediately!

As the flames licked, a strand of hair melted instantly.

Realizing that the young man in front of him had no intention of holding back, Sōya activated his ability.

The reishi turbulence turned into an extreme storm, raging in the execution ground, extinguishing the azure flames.

The hard ground collapsed, turning into surging waves, rising tens of meters high, imprisoning the young man like a living creature.

"Although it's a bit rude."

"But please forgive me for using such a crude method."

 Sōya, who ended the battle in an instant, acted as if he had done something trivial.

He walked slowly to Akira, apologetically explaining:

"When I saw my sister, I changed my original plan."

"Exterminating Hollows is the duty of Shinigami, not the residents of Rukongai."

"When I imposed a non-existent burden on them, I might have become what I once hated the most."

"Those high and mighty nobles who looked down on us…"

Akira's expression changed slightly, seemingly not expecting things to unfold this way.

"And the reason I said those words earlier."

Sōya sighed, "Was just to understand your thoughts."

Akira frowned, his violent aura slightly easing, asking suspiciously:

"So, you were provoking me just now?"

"And eagerly wanting to get beaten up?"

Hearing this, Sōya hesitated.

That was the logic, but why did it sound so strange?

"Please forgive me."

Sōya sighed, lowering his stance.

He was a man of strong principles.

The other party let him see his sister, yet he tested him in such an offensive way.

This had already violated his principles to some extent.

But for the future of Soul Society and the Shinigami, Sōya was willing to bear others' misunderstandings of him.

Although the contact time was short.

But Akira's various performances had surpassed any genius in the past century.

Such a person, if led astray, would cause destruction far beyond his own.

But after this test.

Sōya believed that with such steadfastness, no matter how crooked the future path, it wouldn't go too far.

Perhaps, in the near future.

The name Kisaragi Akira will spread throughout Soul Society!

Sōya looked at the young man imprisoned by the raised ground, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes:

"After I was promoted to the captain of the 11th Division, all the Azashiro family's confiscated property was returned, even more than before."

"To thank you for everything tonight."

"If you don't mind, please accept these external possessions."

Hearing this, Akira's eyes lit up.

Unexpected joy, Sōya is a good guy!

First trust, then property.

After such an operation, it was worth his hard work tonight.

"It's getting late, it's time to go back."

Sōya glanced at the slightly bright sky, raised his hand to release Akira's imprisonment, "Someone will come to the Spiritual Arts Academy to discuss this with you."

"Goodbye, both of you."

As he finished speaking, his figure shattered, turning into countless reishi and dissipating into the air.

Just as Akira was feeling smug, thinking he had fooled everyone.

A calm and familiar voice sounded in his ear.

"Akira, you've worked hard."

Aizen walked slowly to him, a teasing smile on his slightly raised lips:

"Such exquisite acting, you must have practiced a lot, right?"

"Let's guess…"

"The one you often deceive with this acting, wouldn't be me, right?"

Hearing this.

Akira's heart skipped a beat, looking at the gentle smile in front of him, he suddenly felt a cold sweat.

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[[This is a translation so please don't hate me for the developments. I will try to remove shitty brainrot scenes with better ones but it is from a MTL ... so please no bashing in the comments for the plot. I am just a translator after all.]]