Chapter 17 ⥤ Value for Money and Miraculous Healing!

The chaotic battlefield fell silent. Terrified gazes fixed on the ink-black arm standing at its center — a situation beyond comprehension.

No one knew exactly what had happened, not even Sōjun. He stared in bewilderment at the figure that stood like a deity, countless tiny shadows writhing across its profound form, resembling undulating black snakes.

Branch-like extensions greedily absorbed the chaotically layered Reiatsu in the air, crawling incessantly between charred and blood-soaked areas, reflecting the fearful faces of the Shinigami present.

"Stay calm!" A furious roar from the rebel army broke the deathly silence, "It's just an illusion, nothing to fear! I, Katsuya Morishita, will shatter it! Crush him, Keijōmaru!"

The rebel leader placed his Zanpakutō horizontally before him. As his Reiatsu exploded, a surge of white light erupted. Immediately after, countless black thorny vines shot out from the sword's hilt, enveloping the shadowy right arm at the battlefield's center.

Katsuya's face twisted into a vicious grin, his arrogant voice echoing across the battlefield.

"This is the end, monster. No one can escape Keijōmaru's binding, not even a Captain. Now, be a good boy and die!"

As he spoke, his Reiatsu erupted. The black vines glowed with an unusual light, their countless thorns growing and contracting frantically, attempting to shred the shadowy right hand completely!

Witnessing this, the rebel army once again mustered their courage. Excited expressions appeared on their blood-stained faces, their jeering voices rising in unison.

"That's right, just like that!" "As expected of Lord Katsuya, unstoppable!" "Kill this guy, the final victory belongs to us!"

Hearing these taunts, Sōjun felt a twinge of panic. By now, he had recognized what the right hand standing at the battlefield's center truly was.

Some time ago, he had spent ₭1,000 at the Shin'ō Academy to buy a protective talisman. The pattern on it was identical to that enormous shadowy right hand.

To be honest, This talisman being able to block one fatal blow for him was already great value. So, even if the shadowy right hand were to be shredded directly, he wouldn't be disappointed in the least.

But the scene that followed once again redefined his understanding of "value for money".

{T/N: The idiom "value for money" suggests that financial resources can be used to gain advantages, sway decisions, or achieve certain outcomes.}

A teeth-grinding cracking sound emanated from the shadow. Thorns snapped one after another, signaling a shift in the battle's momentum. The tree branch-like shadows latched onto the Shinigami, absorbing the chaotic Reiatsu in the air and instantly shattering their defenses.

Suddenly, a surge of mist exploded like a tidal wave, freezing everything on the battlefield. The Shinigami's expressions and movements petrified as if someone had pressed a pause button.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bursting sounds erupted from the bodies of the Shinigami entwined by the shadows, as if something was shattering within them. There was no gush of blood, no piercing screams. As the mist dissipated, thirty-seven of them had become withered skeletons.

The Shinigami on the Kuchiki side, witnessing this hellish scene, fell into a stunned daze. Everything had happened so swiftly that before they could comprehend the situation, the tide of battle had turned completely.

Seeing this, the remaining rebels shuddered and, without any unified command, fled in panic. Even their leader Katsuya, with the power of a high-ranking Seated Officer, lay dead. Why should they stay to share his fate?

Watching the rebels scatter, the Shinigami on the Kuchiki side called out to each other and eagerly began the pursuit.

Sōjun, however, stood rooted to the spot, still reeling from the shock of what had transpired. Soon, he alone remained on the vast battlefield.

He walked to where the shadowy right hand had stood, finding only some pure black dust in the grass. He removed the now completely shattered protective talisman from his neck and muttered in disbelief.

"This goes beyond 'value for money'. ₭1,000 deciding the course of a battle? There's no better deal than this!"

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At the Shin'ō Academy, in the Kaidō (Healing Arts) classroom.

A student stood nervously at the front of the podium. His hands glowed with a pale green light as he stared at the white mouse before him.

As he injected Reiatsu, the deep, bone-visible wound on the mouse's back healed rapidly. Countless flesh buds sprouted, expelling stagnant blood and weaving new flesh.

Kaidō's essence was remarkably similar to the medical ninjutsu from the neighboring village — using Reiatsu to stimulate cells and heal wounds.

{T/N: This is a pun to the Naruto World.}

"Hmm, a perfect demonstration." The Kaidō teacher nodded with satisfaction after examining the mouse's back, "Everyone, follow the process you've just witnessed. Inflict wounds of varying degrees on the white mice, then use the Kaidō techniques I've taught you to treat them. Remember, the more severe the injury, the more challenging — and higher-scoring — the healing. You may begin now. I'll be monitoring your technique and form throughout."

Below the podium, Akira stroked his chin thoughtfully before turning to Aizen beside him, "Sōsuke, I'm not great at this Kaidō stuff. Any tips to improve healing efficiency?"

Though others saw Aizen as unremarkable — average talent, middle-of-the-class ranking — he recognized his genius. His ability to easily achieve full marks in cultural courses was telling.

"No." Aizen shook his head, "Kaidō is essentially about fine control of one's own Reiatsu. It requires diligent practice; there are no shortcuts."

Akira sighed helplessly and turned his attention to the white mouse on the table. He picked up its slender neck with his left hand and held a scalpel in his right, pondering where to make an incision.

Suddenly, a strange palpitation arose in his heart. He instinctively shuddered and — with a crack — snapped the mouse's neck.

Aizen shook his head and sighed. Even in the safest Kaidō class, this guy could still cause trouble.

The teacher's brows furrowed as he noticed his action, quickly taking three steps towards him.

Seeing this, Akira hurriedly placed the mouse back on the table, making a last-ditch effort. The emerald glow of Kaidō burst forth, enveloping the lifeless "corpse".

Miraculous Healing activated!

In the next moment, under the teacher's astonished gaze, the broken neck realigned, and the white mouse regained its vitality.

At this moment, the dead had been resurrected!

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