Chapter 19: Has the Fourth Division's financial situation become so dire?
[[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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"Money is not a problem."
Hearing Akira's words, Kuchiki Sōjun suddenly felt relieved. He had thought the other party might make some outrageous demands, like gaining noble privileges, entering the highest echelons of the Soul Society, or becoming a seated officer in the Gotei 13.
Unexpectedly, it was just about money.
Looking at the wealthy Kuchiki Sōjun , who didn't seem to care about money at all, Akira could almost hear the arrogant words, "Sorry, money can do anything."
For such a despicable rich person, he had to be heavily charged!
"Ten thousand, no, a hundred thousand kan!"
Akira made an outrageous demand, directly increasing the previous price by a hundred times.
"Deal!"
Kuchiki Sōjun nodded, "But you have to ensure the charm is exactly the same as the previous one."
"And also provide after-sales service."
Seeing the other party agree so readily, Akira suddenly wondered if he had asked for too little.
However, after a moment of hesitation, he decided not to go back on his word. It would be a huge loss if he let such a big spender slip away.
"No problem!"
Akira patted his chest confidently, "For after-sales service, you can either find me directly or go to the local shrine in the 76th district of East Rukongai."
"As for the charms, I only have ten left in stock. How many would you like, Sōjun-sama?"
Kuchiki Sōjun looked suspiciously at the boy in front of him, feeling that he had almost said something very offensive.
"I'll take them all."
He pondered, "As for the money, I'll have my steward deliver it this afternoon."
Akira nodded, then flipped onto his bed. Under the astonished gazes of Kuchiki Sōjun and Aizen, he pulled out ten charms from under the mattress, inside the pillowcase, the corner of the sheet, inside his shoes, and even from Aizen's bed.
Seeing his mattress being turned over, Aizen's eye twitched, feeling an urge to draw his sword. Despite his vigilance and strength far surpassing Akira's, he hadn't noticed the charms hidden in his bed.
This guy, really…
Taking the crumpled charms and recalling Akira's usual hiding places, Kuchiki Sōjun suddenly felt like returning the goods.
"Wait, one more question."
Akira raised his right hand, pointing upwards, "How was the previous charm used up?"
Hearing this, Kuchiki Sōjun paused, then smiled after a moment of thought:
"It's not a secret."
"You should know I'm the heir of the Kuchiki family."
Akira nodded, his curiosity piqued.
"The Soul Society is not as peaceful as it appears on the surface. In the dark corners, countless conflicts and wars are happening."
Kuchiki Sōjun's expression became more serious, "To gain more influence, both noble factions and rebel factions don't care about casualties and will launch wars without hesitation."
"Besides the Gotei-13, there are many powerful unregistered entities in the Soul Society, loyal to these hidden factions."
"To quickly improve my strength and relieve my father's burden, I recently stepped onto the battlefield of the rebels."
"When I was ambushed and nearly had my heart pierced, the charm activated."
"The pattern on it appeared in the center of the battlefield, releasing a thick fog that instantly killed thirty-seven rebel Shinigami, including a high-ranking officer…"
Akira stroked his chin thoughtfully. No one knew the limits of the charm better than him. Protecting the wearer from harm might be possible, but killing thirty-seven Shinigami, including a seated officer, was beyond its capabilities.
Unless…
"Can you describe the appearance of the deceased?" Akira suddenly asked.
Kuchiki Sōjun paused, then frowned as he recalled, "Scarred face, medium build…"
"No, no, not their appearance."
"I mean after death, what did the bodies look like?"
Akira interrupted Kuchiki Sōjun's recollection.
"After death?" He paused, "They were mummified, as if their blood and spiritual pressure were drained by some force."
Hearing this, Akira understood what had happened. The charm itself didn't have such power, but that didn't mean Mimihagi didn't.
When it appeared on the battlefield, the brutal and bloody environment became a natural sacrificial ground, and the dead became offerings, giving everything to Mimihagi!
"Really…"
Akira shook his head in amazement. "A path I never imagined."
"Is there a problem?" Kuchiki Sōjun asked, puzzled.
"No, none!" Akira replied decisively. "There's no one more suited for these ten charms than you."
"But I need to clarify one thing: the charms will exhibit different effects in different environments."
"Be very careful when using them, young master!"
Kuchiki Sōjun left with a sense of confusion. Despite his repeated inquiries, Akira didn't reveal the true meaning behind his last words, only advising him to keep one charm for himself.
"Sōsuke, I really am a business genius!"
After sending off the wealthy customer, Akira snapped his fingers proudly and said, "Let's go, our target is the Shin'ō Academy cafeteria!"
"Today, it's my treat!"
Aizen shook his head helplessly. Some people just couldn't hide their emotions. Their joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness were all written on their faces. But such people seemed to make good friends…
After breakfast, the two of them headed to the classroom together. The first class of the day was still Kaidō . After a night of reflection, Teacher Kawasaki should have adjusted his mindset. After all, he was an elite among the Shinigami, a high-ranking officer of the Fourth Division.
Akira placed the textbooks he needed on the desk and began to look around idly, waiting for Kawasaki to arrive. Despite his innate talent in Kaidō arts due to his exclusive entry, [Miraculous Healing], he still needed to learn the techniques to fully utilize his gift.
However, even after the class bell rang for a while, there was still no sign of Kawasaki. Just as Akira was beginning to suspect that Kawasaki hadn't recovered from yesterday's shock, a familiar yet unfamiliar figure slowly walked past the corridor outside the window.
Akira rubbed his eyes vigorously. When he recognized the person, he gasped in surprise and muttered to himself:
"Could it be…"
"Has the Fourth Division's financial situation become so dire?"
"Are they here to collect debts from the academy?!"
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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.]]