Chapter 13: “The Man Who Aspires to Become a Shinigami Captain”:

[[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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Stepping out of the shadows and under countless gazes, Aizen felt a headache coming on.

He didn't like this kind of attention.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have hidden his true strength.

But having a troublesome friend like Akira made this small wish an unattainable luxury.

Suddenly, he regretted greeting Akira during the entrance ceremony.

If he had a choice…

"Sōsuke, you can't just stand by and watch me die!"

Akira rushed to his side, wailing, "390,000 Kan! Kaede Runya wants me dead!"

"You're so smart, you must have a way, right?!"

Aizen's gaze was calm, his expression indifferent, and he replied softly, "Actually…"

"You already have a plan in mind, don't you?"

If the future Aizen had the most penetrating insight into people's hearts, then the current Aizen already had the makings of that future self.

He might not yet be able to perfectly control people's hearts, but understanding someone wasn't difficult for him.

After spending so much time with Akira, if he still couldn't figure out what kind of person Akira was, he wouldn't deserve to be called Aizen.

Akira was a bit surprised, "How did you know I was planning to rob the rich?"

Aizen was silent.

He suddenly realized that he might not understand Akira as well as he thought.

"Hehe, although 390,000 Kan is a lot, it's not impossible."

Akira familiarly put his arm around Aizen's shoulder, their close posture reminding one of the phrase "thick as thieves."

"I found out that the person who bought the amulet before is the sole heir of the Kuchiki family, the richest of the rich."

Akira's mood changed quickly, making Aizen marvel.

"Because of his gentle and kind nature, he's also known as the good guy of the Kuchiki family."

"Few nobles are as approachable as he is."

"You just need to cooperate with me like this…"

Akira babbled on excitedly, just like when he had defeated Kaede Runya.

However, people's joys and sorrows are not connected, and Aizen only found Akira noisy.

He knew that being discovered with this guy wouldn't end well.

Now he was implicated.

Their conversation wasn't heard by others, as the passing Shinigami were busy figuring out how to rebuild the male dormitory of Shin'ō Academy as quickly as possible.

They couldn't let the students sleep in the ruins, could they?

That day.

The research team of the 12th Division entered the academy, led by a beautiful woman named Shutara Senjumaru.

Under her command, structures made of colorful fabrics rose in the cleared area, serving as temporary dormitories.

The students avoided the fate of sleeping outdoors.

Of course, upon learning that Akira was the culprit, some brave students challenged him to a duel.

Dozens of elite sixth-year students, after discussion, officially started a hand-to-hand duel under the supervision of the stationed Shinigami.

As the reserve force for Shinigami, the academy was full of hot-blooded warriors and impulsive youths who often fought at the slightest provocation.

To prevent serious private fights among students, leading to frequent injuries, the Captain-Commander established duel rules when founding the academy.

There were many details.

For example, no intentional killing, duels must be supervised by Shinigami or teachers, no underhanded tactics, elite students must not refuse duel requests, and ordinary students must not challenge elite students at will.

Considering Akira's amazing swordsmanship, having even defeated Kaede Runya, the students chose hand-to-hand combat to vent their anger.

Akira naturally wouldn't refuse.

When his consciousness returned from the Zanpakutō space, he immediately noticed his abnormal state.

First was the massive increase in spiritual pressure.

Then was the fullness of his spiritual body and soul.

It felt like a balloon filled with air suddenly filled with water.

The strange feeling left Akira a bit at a loss.

And at that moment, with the sandbag delivered to his door, how could he refuse his classmates' goodwill?

A Kidō barrier unfolded, forming a large oval that covered Akira and the challenging student.

The student challenging Akira was named Matsushita Takeo, a burly man with hands like fans, a face full of flesh, looking more like a Hollow than a Shinigami.

As an elite sixth-year student, Takeo was famous for his hand-to-hand combat skills in the academy and had already secured a place in a division before graduation.

He had even defeated a rebel with the strength of a full-fledged Shinigami in a direct hand-to-hand fight during a training mission.

"People must pay for their actions."

Takeo's voice was like thunder, heavy and oppressive, just standing there gave a sense of immense pressure.

"Enough talk, fight or get lost."

Akira grinned, "Or are you scared?"

Takeo was enraged, his muscles trembling, his already exaggerated body swelling even more.

Scared?

How could he be scared?

He was Matsushita Takeo, the strongest man aspiring to become a Shinigami Captain!

How dare this little mob character provoke him?

"Very well, you're the first to anger me before a duel."

Takeo raised his iron-like arm, pointing at Akira, "You will pay dearly for this."

With the pre-fight trash talk over, the referee's signal started the duel. Takeo's muscles rippled as he charged at Akira like an enraged bull.

The ground trembled slightly, dust flew up, and his huge hand reached down.

As his fingers closed, the air whined.

Unlike Yoruichi Shihōin's agile and varied hand-to-hand techniques, Takeo's moves were straightforward and simple.

He fully utilized his large body, immovable as a mountain, moving like an avalanche.

With limited space in the Kidō barrier, there was no room to dodge.

Akira's only option was a head-on collision.

Seemingly reckless, Takeo had calculated everything from the start.

This duel's victory was his!

Foolish kid, pay for your actions!

But as his huge hand was about to fall, Takeo felt a chill seeing Akira's unchanging expression.

Why isn't this kid dodging?!

Seeing the approaching shadow, Akira grinned, his fingers stretching, then clenched into a fist, stepping lightly forward.

Then.

His relatively thin fist, with a sharp sound, exploded with a surge of air, striking forward!

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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.]]