Chapter 9: Teacher, Have You Ever Lost?

[[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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"Mimihagi…"

Aizen looked puzzled, having never heard such a name before. But from the phrase "Right arm of the Soul King," it wasn't hard to deduce that if Akira Kisaragi was telling the truth, this God named Mimihagi might indeed hold significant secrets.

"Well, do you believe in gods, young man?"

Akira got up from the bed, striking a mysterious pose that momentarily fooled Aizen. But Aizen quickly regained his composure, rubbing his forehead and sighing helplessly.

He had a feeling that under someone's influence, his path seemed to be heading towards an unpredictable abyss.

In the classroom, inside the dojo.

Two figures held bamboo swords, their auras clashing fiercely, creating an atmosphere so intense it seemed like the floor and walls would be split apart.

Of course, this was all Kisaragi's imagination.

In reality, under Kaede Runya's relentless pressure, Akira was already considering admitting defeat. But thinking about the reputation he had painstakingly built as the head priest at the academy, if he admitted defeat now, how could he continue to scam rich fools?

"Brat, it's one thing to fool others usually."

Kaede's forehead bulged with veins, his face fierce as he lowered his voice, "But this time, you fooled Sōjun Kuchiki. Do you even know what death means?"

"Luckily, Sōjun-sama didn't hold it against you. Otherwise, hmph…"

Akira frowned, "That rich fool is from the Kuchiki family?"

"Sōjun Kuchiki, that name sounds familiar."

Ignoring Akira's muttering, Kaede raised his bamboo sword, his aura surging and forming an invisible wind that spread around.

"Words are useless; you need a lesson to remember your mistakes."

"Be careful, Akira Kisaragi. This time, I won't hold back!"

Suppressing his anger, Kaede's body sank, his shoulders dropped, and his previously violent aura was completely restrained.

The next moment, the restrained aura exploded.

Kaede raised his bamboo sword, charging forward like a fierce tiger, his sharp slash seemingly splitting the air in two.

As the designated homeroom teacher for elite students, Kaede Runya's spiritual pressure might be average, but his swordsmanship and Shunpo were exceptional.

If it weren't for his slightly lower spiritual pressure, he would at least hold a seated officer position and wouldn't be teaching at the academy.

The immense pressure bore down, the bamboo sword transforming into a tiger's maw, with a faint roar echoing in the ears.

Akira took a deep breath, instinctively raising his sword to counter.

Smack!

The loud clash silenced the dojo, with countless eyes focused on the two figures.

While other students were used to seeing Kaede Runya beat up Akira Kisaragi, today's match seemed different.

What was surprising was Akira's performance.

"He… he actually blocked it?!"

"Akira Kisaragi's Hakuda skills are already monstrous, but his Zanjutsu is this strong too?"

"No wonder my father warned me not to underestimate anyone. The academy is truly full of hidden talents!"

Aizen's expression remained calm, but his slightly flickering gaze revealed a hint of interest.

Previously, Akira's hand-to-hand combat with Yoruichi wasn't enough to determine his talent. But if his swordsmanship was as impressive as his hand-to-hand combat…

Then Aizen could confirm that Akira was a genius like him!

Kaede's attacks were fierce, his bamboo sword creating a web of strikes that trapped Akira, threatening to overwhelm him at any moment.

Caught in the onslaught, Akira struggled, gritting his teeth as he tried to find a way to break free.

Admitting defeat was not an option.

Because even if he admitted defeat, he would still get beaten. That's how straightforward Kaede-sensei was.

"Prepare yourself, brat."

Kaede increased his strength, forcing Akira to retreat continuously, leaving only three meters between him and the wall.

"Repent for your mistakes and walk the right path!"

Roaring, Kaede gripped his sword with both hands and swung it down with the force of a mountain.

A simple move, relying solely on pure strength and speed.

And a tiny bit of spiritual pressure.

Akira held his breath, his mind reaching its peak concentration. His [Adeptus Maximus] talent activated, and the world seemed to freeze.

Kaede's move was dissected into dozens of parts in an instant, revealing its techniques, spiritual pressure flow, strengths, and weaknesses.

Akira's eyes sparkled like stars.

He didn't need to be stronger, just to seize the moment of negligence to grasp victory!

He gripped his sword tightly, the handle creaking under the pressure, and the bamboo fibers began to snap.

This strike, he blocked it!

Akira bent his knees, crossed his arms, and blocked Kaede-sensei's decisive blow with a strange posture.

Looking at the boy's face up close, Kaede's gaze froze, realizing his teaching goal had failed.

Akira looked up, grinning:

"Teacher, have you ever lost?"

A sense of foreboding spread in Kaede's heart. Before he could respond, Akira moved closer, his bamboo sword sliding down, and the fibers snapped completely.

Kaede's eyes widened in disbelief as a loud crash echoed in his ears.

The broken bamboo sword struck his chest.

The next moment, Kaede flew across the dojo, drawing countless shocked gazes, and landed on the wooden door at the end.

Boom!!

That day, Akira Kisaragi's name became famous in the academy.

Kaede Runya's body crashed into the wooden door with a loud thud, leaving the dojo in stunned silence. The students, who had been watching the match with bated breath, were now wide-eyed and slack-jawed.

Akira Kisaragi stood in the center of the dojo, his bamboo sword still in hand, breathing heavily. The intense match had taken its toll, but the exhilaration of victory was evident on his face.

Kaede slowly got up, rubbing his chest where the bamboo sword had struck. Despite the pain, a smile crept onto his face. He walked back towards Akira, his expression a mix of pride and amusement.

"Well done, Akira," Kaede said, his voice carrying a hint of respect. "You've surpassed my expectations. But remember, this is just the beginning. Keep honing your skills."

Akira nodded, still catching his breath. "Thank you, sensei. I won't forget this lesson."

The other students began to murmur among themselves, clearly impressed by Akira's performance. Aizen, who had been observing quietly, couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for Akira's tenacity and skill.

As the class ended and the students began to leave, Aizen approached Akira. "You did well today," he said, his tone sincere. "But don't let it get to your head. There's always room for improvement."

Akira grinned, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "I know, Sōsuke. But it feels good to win once in a while."

Aizen chuckled. "Just don't forget why you're here. We have a lot more to learn."

With that, the two friends left the dojo, ready to face whatever challenges the academy would throw at them next.

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(T/N: there were quite a few places where i missplaced sojun with byakuya in chapter 8 and 9. Its all fixed now. Thanks DaoistCkdsB0 for pointing that out. )

[[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.]]