Chapter 18: Dead Mouse Walking: The Unofficial Kaidō Class
[[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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Under the shocked gaze of the Kaidō instructor, the mouse jumped off the table, full of energy, and escaped the scene. The teacher watched the mouse run away, then turned to look at Akira with a stiff expression.
"Was it dead?"
Akira nodded.
"And now it's alive again?"
Akira nodded again.
The Kaidō instructor stood there, unable to accept this mind-blowing fact. The other students looked on in confusion, not understanding what had just happened since they were focused on practicing their own Kaidō techniques.
Next to Akira, Aizen lowered his gaze, a mysterious light flickering in his eyes. Although he wasn't particularly interested in Kaidō, his exceptional talent allowed him to easily surpass both students and instructor, even with a casual attitude.
Death and rebirth? The essence of Kaidō arts is to stimulate cells to achieve healing. The stronger the individual, the harder it is to heal them. Conversely, for a test subject as weak as a mouse, a Shinigami with strong spiritual pressure and advanced Kaidō arts could indeed bring it back to life at the moment of death.
But Akira didn't fit either of these criteria. Could he be… a once-in-a-century Kaidō genius? Aizen's lips curled into a slight smile. The more he interacted with Akira, the more he felt that this guy was hiding countless secrets, like a thick fog obscuring everything. You never knew what scene would unfold next.
How intriguing, Akira!
"Damn it, how can such an absurd thing happen!" The Kaidō instructor's eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed Aizen's mouse and placed it in front of Akira. "Kisaragi Akira, demonstrate it again!"
Akira blinked, then easily snapped the mouse's neck with his fingers. His right hand glowed with green light, enveloping the stiff body. With his spiritual pressure at the level of a seated officer, even continuous use of Kaidō wouldn't burden Akira.
The Kaidō instructor held his breath, eyes wide, not wanting to miss any detail. Spiritual pressure flow, deviations, mistakes! Proper technique, three fingers to two, too far apart! A basic Kaidō technique, yet Akira made it look like something entirely different.
Yet, despite this, the mouse, whose neck had been snapped and life signs lost, came back to life after three seconds. Could it be that Akira's Kaidō was the true standard?
"Impossible!" The instructor couldn't believe his eyes. He grabbed all the students' mice and roared, "Again!"
(t/n: rip labrat-kun... wait you cannot even rest in peace lol)
Snap, snap, snap… The continuous sound of breaking necks formed a symphony, numbing the students and making the instructor realize the truth. It was confirmed. This kid simply hadn't remembered the basic details of Kaidō, making different mistakes each time. Just when you thought you'd seen his limit, he'd come up with something new.
Dozens of mice danced on the edge of death, from initial clumsiness to proficiency, and finally to ease. Watching Akira perform Kaidō gave the illusion that anyone could do it. When the teacher tried to act on this illusion, the mouse stopped breathing forever, lifeless.
"I… I suddenly have something to do…" The teacher, holding the dead mouse, stumbled out of the classroom, his whole being in darkness. "Today's Kaidō class ends here…"
Watching the instructor's retreating figure, the students turned back to Akira, their eyes filled with reverence.
That night, in the temporary dormitory.
The two boys huddled together, secretly exploring the unusual Kaidō.
Akira knew very well that this was the effect of his exclusive entry, Miraculous Healing. However, the essence of it remained a mystery, sparking their curiosity.
Even after experimenting on themselves and experiencing the wonders of Kaidō firsthand, they couldn't uncover the true reason behind it.
In the end, Aizen could only attribute it to individual talent differences.
This world always has some strange geniuses, like him, like Akira, and like Unohana Retsu of the Fourth Division…
Fourth Division Barracks.
Captain's Office.
"Captain, that's the situation."
Kawasaki Hiroshi, the instructor responsible for teaching Kaidō, stood there with a bitter expression, reporting today's events to his superior.
(t/n: had to change the name as og name in japanese was kawai)
"Reviving the dead, it's impossible no matter how you think about it."
"But that kid did it, and with such an unorthodox basic Kaidō."
After listening to Kawasaki's account and complaints, Unohana Retsu's eyes gleamed with intense interest.
Her impression of Akira was still that of a determined yet lecherous individual. Oh, and very poor. The last treatment fee was still unpaid.
She hadn't expected that such a kid would have such talent in Kaidō.
"Alright, Kawasaki."
Unohana Retsu said softly, "I'll take over the next Kaidō class."
Hearing this, Kawasaki's face showed reluctance. "But…"
Before he could finish, a bone-chilling killing intent enveloped him, and the room's temperature seemed to drop.
Kawasaki shivered, his teeth chattering, as he looked at the captain's gentle smile with fear.
"Any objections?"
Unohana Retsu asked softly, still smiling.
Kawasaki's head shook like a rattle, not daring to voice any further objections.
At that moment, he deeply understood the terrifying nature of his captain.
No wonder few dared to cause trouble in the Fourth Division.
The next morning, in the temporary dormitory.
"I came to thank you."
Looking at the black-haired boy who suddenly appeared before him, Akira got out of bed and scrutinized him with a frown.
"It shouldn't be."
"Why is there no trace at all?"
Akira wasn't surprised by Kuchiki Sōjun's visit. What puzzled him was Kuchiki Sōjun himself.
In Akira's experience, anyone who used a genuine protective charm from the Sakahone Shrine would have some trace of the Mimihagi's spiritual pressure.
But Kuchiki Sōjun had none. He was still the same, even weaker than a normal Shinigami.
Feeling uncomfortable under Akira's gaze, Kuchiki Sōjun quickly interrupted and stated his second purpose:
"Actually, I wanted to ask if you have any more charms like the one from last time?"
Hearing this, Akiira's eyes lit up, and he smiled:
"Those charms take a lot of my time, effort, and energy!"
Kuchiki Sōjun was stunned, and before he could react, he heard Akira's decisive voice:
"It'll cost extra!"
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(t/n:there was an issue with mc's name. Kinda forgot to replace it with Akira which is actually the japanese version of the chinese name. Its all fixed now. only two chapters had this issue with a total of 3 times so most probably ignored it but just found i them when i was rechecking every chapter due to a mistake of replacing sojun with byakuya)
[[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.]]