Chapter 17: Worth Every Kan, Miraculous Healing!
[[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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The chaotic battlefield fell into dead silence.
Terrified eyes stared at the black arm standing in the center.
An unimaginable situation had occurred.
No one knew what had happened, not even Sōjun Kuchiki understood the current situation.
He stared blankly at the god-like figure, countless tiny black shadows crawling over its body like black snakes.
Numerous branch-like extensions greedily absorbed the chaotic spiritual pressure in the air, crawling through the charred and bloody battlefield, reflecting the terrified faces of the Shinigami.
"Stay calm!"
Among the rebels, an angry shout broke the deathly silence.
"It's just an illusion, nothing to fear!"
"Let me, Morishita Katsuya, break it!"
"Sakero! Toge no Muchi"
(t/n: basically Shred it, Thorn Whip in japanese)
The rebel leader placed his Zanpakutō horizontally in front of him, and as his spiritual pressure erupted, a large amount of white light surged forth.
Countless black thorny vines shot out from the hilt, enveloping the black arm in the center of the battlefield.
Seeing this, Morishita Katsuya grinned, his arrogant voice echoing across the battlefield.
(t/n: dunno why but his name reminded me of Tsunade's summon Katsuyu but .... thornier lol)
"This is the end, monster."
"No one can escape Toge no Muchi's grasp, not even a captain."
"Now, die obediently!"
As he spoke, his spiritual pressure surged, and the black thorny vines glowed with a peculiar light, the countless thorns growing and contracting, trying to shred the black arm completely!
Seeing this, the rebels regained their courage, excited expressions appearing on their blood-stained faces, and their shouts echoed continuously:
"Yes, that's it!"
"As expected of Lord Morishita, invincible!"
"Kill this guy, victory is ours!"
Hearing these shouts, Sōjun Kuchiki panicked. He had already recognized what the black arm in the center of the battlefield was.
Recently, he had spent a thousand Kan at the academy to buy a protective charm.
The pattern on the charm was identical to the giant black arm.
To be honest, the charm had already proven its worth by blocking a fatal blow for him.
So, even if the black arm was shredded next, he wouldn't be disappointed.
But the next scene redefined his understanding of "worth every kan."
A grating sound of cracking echoed continuously from the black arm.
One by one, the thorns broke, indicating the balance of victory was tipping.
The branch-like black shadows clung to the Shinigami's bodies, crushing their external defenses by absorbing the chaotic spiritual pressure in the air.
The next moment.
A tidal wave of mist erupted, causing everything on the battlefield to pause for a moment.
The expressions and movements of the Shinigami were frozen, as if someone had pressed the pause button.
Bang, bang, bang…
The bodies of the Shinigami entangled by the black shadows began to crack, as if something was breaking.
There was no spurting blood, no sharp cries of pain.
When the mist cleared, thirty-seven Shinigami had turned into shriveled skeletons.
The Shinigami on Kuchiki's side stared blankly at the hellish scene before them, instinctively falling into confusion.
Everything had happened so quickly that they hadn't figured out what was going on before the balance of victory had tipped.
Seeing this, the remaining rebels shivered and fled without any unified command.
Even their leader, Morishita Katsuya, who had the strength of a high-ranking officer, was dead. Why would they stay and die?
Watching the fleeing rebels, the Shinigami on Sōjun's side cheered and began to pursue them excitedly.
Sōjun , however, stood in a daze, still unable to recover from the shock.
Soon, he was the only one left on the vast battlefield.
Sojun walked to where the black arm had stood, finding some pure black dust on the grass.
He took off the now completely broken protective charm from his neck and muttered:
"This can't be described as just 'worth every kan.'"
"A thousand kan that decided the outcome of a war, there's no better deal than this!"
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Shinō Academy, Kaidō Classroom.
At the front of the classroom, a student nervously stared at the white mouse in front of him, his hands glowing with a faint green light.
As spiritual pressure was injected, the deep wound on the mouse's back began to heal visibly.
Countless new tissues grew, expelling the remaining blood clots and weaving new flesh.
The essence of Kaidō is similar to the medical ninjutsu of the neighboring village, using spiritual pressure to stimulate cells to heal the injured.
"Very well done."
The Kaidō teacher checked the mouse's back and nodded in satisfaction.
(t/n: Kaido is kido used for healing)
"You can now follow the same procedure, inflicting varying degrees of injuries on the mice and then using the Kaidō techniques I've taught you to treat them."
"The more severe the injury, the harder it is to heal."
"Of course, you'll also get higher marks in the Kaidō class."
"Alright, you can start now. I'll be watching your actions closely."
In the classroom.
Akira touched his chin thoughtfully, then looked at Aizen beside him and asked directly:
"Sosuke, I don't quite understand Kaidō."
"Do you have any tips to improve the healing efficiency?"
Although Aizen seemed average and mediocre in the eyes of others, ranking in the middle of the class, Akira saw him as a genius no less talented than himself.
Just the fact that he could easily score full marks in History subjects was proof enough.
"No."
Aizen shook his head, "Kaidō fundamentally require precise control of one's spiritual pressure, which needs diligent practice. There's no shortcut."
Akira sighed helplessly and turned his attention to the white mouse on the table.
He picked it up by its neck with his left hand and held a scalpel in his right, pondering where to make an incision.
But at that moment, an inexplicable unease surged in his heart.
Akira shuddered instinctively.
Then, with a snap, the mouse's neck was broken.
Seeing this, Aizen sighed.
Even in the safest Kaidō class, this guy could cause trouble.
Noticing Akira's actions, the Kaidō instructor frowned and quickly walked over.
Seeing this, Akira quickly placed the mouse on the table, making a last-ditch effort.
The green glow of Kaidō enveloped the seemingly lifeless "corpse."
[Miraculous Healing activated!]
The next moment.
Under the astonished gaze of the Kaidō instructor, the broken neck fixed on its own, and the mouse came back to life.
At that moment, the dead mouse revived.
(t/n: damn lab rats are unable to even die in peace)
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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.]]