Chapter 16: The Single Eye Watches Everything in the Darkness

[[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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Late at night, the two discussed for a long time.

They still couldn't figure out what exactly had happened to Kisaragi Akira.

But it was certain that he was now tens of times stronger than before he completed the Jinzen.

Just the increase in spiritual pressure alone was enough for him to graduate on the spot and even take up a seated officer position in the Gotei-13.

Moreover, the changes in his spiritual body allowed him to exert combat power far beyond his current spiritual pressure level.

Unable to understand it for the time being, Akira gave up on this brain-wracking activity and began to summarize his strength growth over this period.

He lay flat on the bed, staring straight at the colorful cloth ceiling, and with a thought, his personal panel appeared.

[Name: Kisaragi Akira ]

[Identity: Shrine Master of Sakahone Shrine, Rukongai Commoner, First-Year Student at Shin'ō Academy]

[Spiritual Pressure: lv46 (Twelfth rank)]

[Swordsmanship: lv32]

[Hand-to-Hand Combat: lv21]

[Shunpo: lv20]

[Kido: lv23]

[Exclusive Entries: Reishi Affinity, Spidey sense, Adeptus Maximus, Miraculous Healing, Light as a Swallow]

Compared to the simple panel at the time of enrollment, the current personal panel was much more luxurious.

Not only had his spiritual pressure skyrocketed, but the levels of basic combat skills like swordsmanship, hand-to-hand combat, and Kido had also improved significantly.

In addition to the occasional daily and monthly sign-in rewards, most of the growth was due to Akira's diligent practice.

In fact, he wasn't too lacking in talent to begin with, and with the exclusive entry "Adeptus Maximus," his cultivation talent was maxed out.

Combined with the "Reishi Affinity" buff for spiritual pressure cultivation, as long as Akira didn't give up on himself, he would at least become as strong as a Captain.

Of course, he would never allow himself to stop there.

Although Akira wasn't very clear about the later stages of the Bleach world, judging from the early stages, even a normal Captain was just cannon fodder.

At most, they could be considered slightly stronger cannon fodder.

"Seems like there's no major shortcoming."

Akira touched his chin, deep in thought:

"Just not sure how I compare to Aizen."

"Judging by his current performance, he doesn't seem that impressive."

"His swordsmanship, hand-to-hand combat, and Kido are average in the class, and his spiritual pressure is nothing special."

"With this level of strength, he doesn't live up to his future reputation."

...

While summarizing and contemplating, on the opposite bed, Aizen lay flat as well, hands crossed in front of him, eyes staring at the ceiling.

Countless thoughts surged in his mind, comparing, speculating, and proving various possibilities.

Curiosity drove him to find the real answer to the problem.

However, just as his brain was operating at full speed, a dull hum broke the silence in the dormitory.

Gurgle, gurgle—

Following that was a cheeky voice:

"Hehe, Sosuke, do you think the chefs at Shin'ō Academy are already asleep at this hour?"

…

The next day, at Shin'ō Academy's cafeteria.

Akira weakly fiddled with the rice ball in front of him, staring sadly at the pickled cucumber in front of it.

At this moment, he felt that life was meaningless, and death was the ultimate destination for all life.

Aizen sat across from Akira with a tray, the sweet scent of plum soup and the rich aroma of meat patties immediately catching someone's attention.

"Even though you owe the academy 390,000 Kan, it's not that bad, right?"

Glancing at the lifeless Akira, he sighed, once again realizing that his thought process was completely out of sync with this guy.

"Besides, even if you save money this way, it won't save much."

Hearing this, Akira lifted his head from the plum soup and meat patties, expressionless:

"You're right."

"Although I'm just a first-year student at the academy, my current assets are enough to ensure a worry-free life for the rest of my days."

"Unbelievable, isn't it?"

"At my age, I've already reached this point, eating whatever I want, buying whatever I want. If I die tomorrow…"

Aizen shook his head and sighed, then elegantly began his meal, completely ignoring the increasingly sorrowful gaze of his friend.

He knew very well that Akira was just pretending to be pitiful.

After their conversation last night, this guy dragged him along to sneak into the academy's cafeteria.

After instructing him to keep watch, Akira directly entered a gluttonous state, his brutal eating habits unbearable to watch.

The reason he only took two rice balls and a plate of pickled cucumbers was not to save money, but simply because he was too full to eat more.

As a soul with large llarge reiatsu compared to normal souls, Aizen, who was still growing, couldn't survive like ordinary citizens of Rukongai, who only needed a small amount of water to sustain life.

Moreover, due to his high spiritual power, he often needed to consume more food than ordinary Shinigami.

Akira was a similar case.

Forcing down his nausea, adhering to the principle of not wasting food, Akira finished the rice balls and pickled cucumbers, and the two headed to today's class together.

…

North Rukongai District 64, Silent Plains.

Violent and chaotic spiritual pressure clashed wildly, the scorching atmosphere spreading through the air, and the deafening sounds of battle shattered the century-long silence of the plains!

Over a hundred Shinigami were engaged in fierce combat.

Their eyes were bloodshot, filled with countless blood vessels, looking like they were possessed.

Although their strength was only that of ordinary Shinigami, the scale of the battle surpassed that of some lower-seated officers.

The light of Kido continuously exploded, scorching flames burning wildly in the rolling smoke, and the shrill cries of pain seemed insignificant on this battlefield.

Among the fighting forces, a slightly shorter figure stood out.

His usually gentle face was now full of determination, his black, smooth mid-length hair stained with dark red blood.

Compared to his time at the academy, Sōjun Kuchiki's temperament had undergone a drastic change.

He held his blade in his right hand, Kido light glowing in his left, vigilantly watching the movements on the battlefield.

However, despite this, an accident still occurred.

"Sōjun-sama…"

A cry of alarm came from behind, and Kuchiki Sōjun turned sharply, instinctively slashing backward with his Zanpakutō, but it hit nothing.

Immediately, a hideous face appeared in his sight.

Squelch—

With the sound of flesh tearing, a stabbing pain came from his chest.

Kuchiki Sojun looked down in shock, only to find a blade piercing his heart, having missed his attack.

In an instant.

Spiritual pressure erupted, a huge dazzling pillar of light shot into the sky, illuminating the heavens!

The entire battlefield seemed to pause, countless eyes turning towards the pillar of light.

In the midst of the intense light, deep darkness flowed out like thick blood.

The darkness slowly formed a vague, twisted right arm, standing on the battlefield.

Heavy, fearful, painful black inky sky outline covered the sky, until darkness covered everything.

Silence became the main tone of the battlefield.

The next moment.

A Single single eye slowly opened on the back of the hand!

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(t/n: btw a small change had to be made in chapter 4. Akira sold the talisman to sojun kuchki not byakuya. I realized it since timeline didn't match and sojun was sick since birth and later on died.Also sojun was byakuya's dad.)

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