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Bleach: The Strongest Shinigami

Akira Kisaragi traverses into the Bleach world, unlocking a check-in system. He initially thought that by checking in daily, he could become stronger, soon become the Captain-Commander, join Division Zero, punch Yhwach, kick the Soul King, and marry Unohana... However, the system's style wasn't quite what he had imagined. 〈 Check-in complete, obtained Genryūsai Yamamoto's secret roasted sweet potato! 〉 〈 Check-in complete, obtained exclusive attribute: King of Normal Attacks, effect... 〉 〈 Check-in complete, obtained Retsu Unohana's... 〉 Akira's eyes suddenly lit up! “Seems like this might not be so bad after all!” ________ Note: This is just a translation from a fanfic, so neither I claim ownership over it, neither the original author can claim ownership over Bleach. So, let's just have fun. I hope you like it! Raw: 死神:从签到开始的最强剑八 or Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Check-ins Author: 临渊养鱼 or Fishing by the Abyss Patreon for more fanfics and advanced chapters: https://www.pa-treon.com/mrblackwing

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Chapter 83 ⥤ Can This Thing Put Food on the Table?

"Based on my knowledge of the Central 46, they've likely discovered my previous plans through some channel."

Sōya didn't hide anything — in his eyes, Akira was the only one worth trusting.

"The Central 46 will probably fabricate false charges against me out of paranoia and self-preservation. They'll hand down a punishment like imprisonment. After this, it might be a very long time before we meet again."

Clearly, he knew and had accepted the fate that awaited him at the Underground Assembly Hall.

Akira crossed his arms, growing more confused.

From his perspective, he couldn't understand why Sōya would submit so willingly to their treatment. With his abilities, even if he defected from Soul Society, no one could stop him.

Even if the Captain-Commander personally intervened, he could at most defeat Sōya, but not kill him.

Ever since achieving Bankai, there were very few methods that could end his life — unless the world itself was destroyed.

Seeing his confusion, Sōya's lips curved into a genuine smile.

"Everyone has their own path. These past days since obtaining the bell, I've thought deeply and spoken at length with my sister. She supports all my decisions. Truth is, I've been wanting to lay down my burdens and rest for a while."

Hearing this, Akira suddenly understood.

Rather than being confined in the Nest of Maggots, Sōya was using this opportunity to retreat to the Central Great Underground Prison.

Akira had thought Sōya was weary of life and planning to give Soul Society a Kenpachi-style shock, but his ambition was simply to find a place to retire.

But that made sense.

A century of solitude had left him exhausted in body and spirit. Now that he had finally reunited with his only family member, taking a rest was fitting.

"My only concern is you, Kisaragi-kun." His gaze returned to Akira, "Though this might be misunderstood, your kindness gave me new life. Yet my previous decisions have pulled you into this chaos."

"To repay my debt, I've instructed Gosuke that once you've achieved mastery and made your name known throughout Soul Society, he should pass the title of Kenpachi to you. Consider it my small compensation."

{T/N: Gosuke Kiganjō was the 10th Kenpachi. He is the predecessor of Kenpachi Zaraki.}

Akira: "???"

Before he could respond, Sōya shattered like a bubble and vanished.

Judging from the direction his Reiatsu departed, his destination was the most heavily guarded depths of the Seireitei—

The Underground Assembly Hall!

"Is this something you can just give away as you please?" Akira's face fell, "Did you even ask the first Kenpachi's opinion?"

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Shin'ō Academy, Central Cafeteria.

Aizen watched with surprise as the young man before him wolfed down his food.

"So you're now the future Kenpachi."

Akira paused his feasting to glance at Aizen.

"You could say that, but what use is the Kenpachi title to me? Can't eat it, can I?"

Aizen couldn't help but laugh.

The title of "Kenpachi" — a position ordinary Shinigami would sacrifice everything for — meant less than a simple meal to this priest.

It was well known that a Shinigami who claimed the title of Kenpachi was second only to the Captain-Commander in strength throughout Soul Society.

The title represented not just glory, but an ideal that countless warriors strived toward.

"The situation is more serious than I expected."

Aizen set aside his musings and, while eating with perfect manners, analyzed the situation for Akira.

"Based on what Captain-Commander Yamamoto and Sōya Azashiro have said, this turmoil could affect all of Seireitei — perhaps even all of Soul Society. Only the Five Great Noble Houses could wield such influence without consequences. You'll need to tread carefully."

He concluded with some advice.

"If you find yourself in an impossible situation, seek help from the First Division immediately. Captain-Commander Yamamoto won't idly watch a Genji School disciple suffer."

Akira nodded, then channeled his concerns into his appetite, diving back into mortal combat with his grilled fish.

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Underground Assembly Hall.

In the dim chamber, spotlights fell on the white-robed figure at its center, while judgment seats towered above, dozens of eyes fixed upon him from the shadows.

An atmosphere of malice permeated the hall.

"Captain of the Eleventh Division, was the soul modification incident in East Rukongai's 32nd District your doing?!"

The harsh voice boomed from behind the partition, as if volume alone could command authority.

"Yes, it was." Sōya met the high-seated Central 46 with an expressionless gaze.

How ironic.

The scene mirrored one from a hundred years ago — nobles on their platforms, fabricating crimes and laughing as if watching theater.

And his family's deaths had been mere entertainment for them.

"For your own ambition, for a grudge that should have been buried, you modified the souls of innocent Rukongai civilians."

The speaker's words dripped with condescension, each syllable proclaimed as absolute law.

"Judgment announced!"

"Eleventh Division Captain Sōya Azashiro, for the crimes of illegal soul modification, executing forbidden acts, and killing nobles, your spiritual powers shall be sealed and stripped, and all five senses bound! You are sentenced to 19,200 years in the Central Great Underground Prison's lowest level — the Eighth Prison, Muken!"

Sōya offered no resistance as officers placed the Kidō restraints on him. Dozens of Shinigami escorted him toward the depths of the Underground Prison.

Yet his ears and mouth, which should have been sealed, loosened momentarily.

"Sōya Azashiro, do you truly wish to be confined in that terrible prison, where time and space hold no meaning?" A voice whispered in his ear, "Annihilating the Hollows — what a noble ideal. Cooperate with me, and I will help you achieve it. All you need do is..."

"Follow your orders?" Sōya's lips barely moved as he let out a scornful laugh, "Such amateur tricks haven't changed in a hundred years. You truly underestimate people..."

The voice's owner's composure cracked.

"Since you insist on this path, enjoy your eternal torment in Muken!"

Sōya's only response was a mocking smile.

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