Chapter 12: “Save me Sōsuke"

[[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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Looking at the scene before him, Aizen didn't know what had happened to Akira Kisaragi. But he knew one thing for sure.

If this guy didn't return to normal from his ritual state soon, the entire male dormitory of Shin'ō Academy would be destroyed.

The heavy heartbeat, like thunder, resonated with the earth's pulse. The howling wind swept through, shaking the walls and causing them to collapse as if an earthquake had struck!

The heavy spiritual pressure erupted layer by layer, like lava spewing from the earth's crust, with endless heat waves rolling in the hurricane, engulfing everything around.

In just a few seconds, the room where Akira was had been completely destroyed, leaving only a few intact wooden boards.

And the destruction didn't stop, expanding like a hurricane until it covered the entire male dormitory area of Shin'ō Academy.

The violent commotion quickly drew the attention of the students and teachers.

The Shinigami stationed at the academy arrived immediately, looking in shock at Akira standing in the center of the hurricane.

With their limited knowledge, they couldn't understand what was happening.

But due to their duties, they tried to approach Akira's area, attempting to wake the dazed boy.

However, as they stepped on the broken floor, another heavy spiritual pressure suddenly covered them.

Buzz—

The heavy spiritual pressure fell, causing the ground to tremble under the weight.

When they tried to get closer again, the resistance grew stronger, as if the air had become thicker.

"What on earth is happening to this kid?"

One of them gritted his teeth and said, "Such immense spiritual pressure, even the vice-captain might not compare!"

"Damn it, we can't get close. Let's evacuate the nearby students first."

"Before there are any casualties…"

The stationed Shinigami realized that when they moved away from Akira's location, the pressure on them suddenly lightened, as if it had never been there.

With their nerves on edge, they didn't think much and directly attributed all the anomalies and problems to Akira.

After all, the culprit causing this scene was standing right there.

A little more blame was only natural.

In the shadows, Aizen watched the officers leave, his expression calm and indifferent to the extreme.

He had intervened just to prevent these reckless people from disturbing Akira.

That was all.

His gaze returned to the center of the hurricane, deep and thoughtful.

Using a ritual to communicate with the Asauchi, engraving the essence of the soul, and completing the initial Zanpakutō.

Your path is unprecedented…

Interesting.

Aizen suddenly realized that greeting Akira at the entrance ceremony might not have been a mistake.

In the vast world.

Akira looked around in confusion.

Is this my Zanpakutō space?

Based on his understanding of Zanpakutō and his experience from watching anime in his previous life, it wouldn't be surprising if a figure similar to him appeared soon.

Then the figure would claim to be his Zanpakutō and talk about various incomprehensible topics.

Finally, they would explain the difference between them, which is instinct!

Then.

Akira stood there waiting, waiting for the character claiming to be his Zanpakutō to appear.

But after squatting there foolishly for a few minutes, he realized that relying on experience could be deadly.

"Looks like I won't be seeing my Zanpakutō."

Akira stood up, looking around, "By the way, do other people's Zanpakutō spaces look as abstract as mine?"

What he saw was a familiar scene.

He had lived in this place for several years.

He had been beaten bloody for a bit of water, fought fierce wild dogs for a stinking fried fish…

This was the 76th district of East Rukongai, Sakahone .

Rukongai was divided into four major areas: East, South, West, and North, each with eighty smaller districts, totaling 320 districts.

As the district numbers increased, the environment became increasingly harsh.

District 80 was often barren, with famine everywhere, and souls killing each other to determine who had the right to survive.

And the Sakahone district which is just a few districts before it, wasn't much better.

Akira had struggled there for a long time before reaching a turning point in his fate.

He remembered it clearly.

That day, Nanao smiled like a flower…

Akira walked slowly along the familiar path until he saw a very familiar building.

A solemn and grand shrine.

He quickened his pace, wanting to confirm his guess.

When he entered the shrine, what he saw was not the familiar statue of the Mimihagi but a figure that was both unfamiliar and somewhat familiar.

"Am I being worshipped as a god?"

Akira looked in shock at the statue that looked exactly like him, unable to understand the scene before him.

Could it be that when he used the ritual to communicate with the Asauchi, the essence of the Zanpakutō had already changed?

Akira tried to understand the current scene.

But when he attempted to touch the statue, the entire world began to collapse.

With a moment of dizziness, he returned to the Spiritual Arts Academy, and what he saw was a pair of bloodshot eyes.

Akira instinctively stepped back, realizing that those eyes belonged to a pale, haggard face.

"Teacher Kaede?"

"Ah, you're still alive, that's good."

Kaede Runya said expressionlessly, like a dried-up corpse.

"Now it's time to calculate the bill."

Akira's heart skipped a beat.

"The entire male dormitory was shattered by your commotion. Excluding the damaged land, just the buildings alone cost 389,654 Kan."

"Considering you're a student, I'll round it off to 390,000 Kan."

Akira's eyes widened, as if hearing something unbelievable.

"390,000 Kan? You might as well kill me!"

"And rounding up? Were you a swindler before dying?!"

Kaede understood what Akira meant, but he had been tormented by this kid to the point of physical and mental collapse.

He had no energy left to explain further.

"The damage is what it is. If you have any questions, you can discuss them with the headmaster."

Kaede sighed, "Also, because the headmaster is temporarily away on a mission, the position is currently taken over by the Captain-Commander."

"After all, the Spiritual Arts Academy was founded by him, and he wouldn't trust just anyone to manage it."

"So, that's all. Take care of yourself."

Kaede sighed again and walked away, hunched over.

Akira took a deep breath, his gaze falling on a shadow in the ruins. The person hiding there felt a chill in his heart.

But before he could react, a familiar wail echoed through the ruins.

"Sōsuke, save me—"

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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.]]