Chapter 30: Azashiro Family

[[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 next day.

Everything was as usual.

At least, in Aizen's eyes, Akira was no different from usual, still carefree as always.

He even took the time to steal Aizen's grilled fish.

Today's class was Kidō .

Akira's biggest weakness.

During the class, he was particularly attentive, clearly noting down every key point the instructor mentioned, almost taking notes.

Fortunately, he didn't have a pen.

Normalcy within abnormality, this was Akira's usual state.

Aizen observed for a long time, completely unable to find any trace of worry in this guy.

He didn't seem to care at all about what happened last night.

"The spiritual pressure operation methods of Hadō #4 and Hadō #11 are different, resulting in different release forms. Essentially, their power is not significantly different."

"Of course, this is based on the same level of spiritual pressure…"

The Kido instructor, who could teach Class 1, was also one of the best among the Shinigami.

Akira had a bit of an impression of the Kidō instructor on the podium, with a resolute face and muscular body, more like a berserker than a mage.

The future Kidō Corps Commander Grand Kidō Chief, Tessai Tsukabishi.

It is worth mentioning that Tessai was the only instructor who could suppress Akira in terms of spiritual pressure.

"Instructor Tessai, from the sequence, there are less than three hundred types of Kido. If all these Kido are broken by the enemy, does that mean we can only sit and wait for death?"

The curious student's question made Tessai pause for a moment, then he laughed heartily:

"Haha, almost every class of students asks similar questions."

"But when they try to delve into Kido knowledge, they will find that mastering all Kido is an impossible task."

"Of course, the Soul Society has a long history and is not short of so-called geniuses."

"There was once a genius who mastered all Kido, and what he did next was to create new Kido based on the existing ones."

"And because the sequence numbers were used up, his self-created Kido were not included in our textbooks."

"If you are interested, you can study in the library in your spare time."

"On regular days, focus on your formal studies."

Tessai's expression became slightly serious, his pectoral muscles twitching like mice:

"Otherwise, I won't be lenient in the exams!"

Akira deeply agreed with this conclusion after a Kido class.

"Aizen, what do you think?"

Aizen sighed helplessly: "As long as you're happy."

Faced with similar questions from Akira, he was almost immune.

If you take it seriously and discuss it with him, this guy will drag your intelligence down to his level in a few words and then make you feel inferior with his rich experience.

So, the best choice is to keep quiet.

That night.

The moon was dark, and the wind was high.

A young figure leaned against the wall, looking around. After confirming there were no patrolling Shinigami, he leaped over the high wall of the Spiritual Arts Academy.

Just as he was feeling proud of not being discovered, the door beside him slowly opened, and a familiar figure stepped out.

"The door wasn't locked," Aizen said expressionlessly.

Akira was stunned, his eyes widening slightly: "Weren't you not coming?"

"Who said that?"

"Wait, what?!"

Akira suddenly realized that Aizen had never said he wouldn't come along.

"Your skills are too poor," Aizen said calmly. "If Sōya Azashiro makes a move, you won't even have a chance to escape."

"But it's different with me here."

Hearing this, Akira suddenly became spirited and asked excitedly:

"Does that mean you can beat him?"

Aizen stared at the young man in front of him with a look of disbelief:

"I can make sure we die with a bit more dignity."

Akira: "…"

In the silence, a mosaic-like white light fluctuated in the empty space. As a large number of spiritual particles gathered, a white figure gradually became clear.

Sōya Azashiro's extremely expressionless face appeared in front of the two again.

Noticing that Akira and Aizen had both arrived as promised,Sōya was somewhat surprised.

After a moment of silence, a barely noticeable smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said calmly:

"Since you're both here, follow me."

"Where to?"

"The Central Execution Ground."

Hearing this, Akira and Aizen exchanged a puzzled look but followed Sōya as he walked away.

…

A huge pit lay in the desolate area, its interior paved with solid stone slabs, stained with dark red that had not yet dried.

There were no Shinigami guards nearby, and even the iron gate was rusty, as if it hadn't been used for a long time.

Akira didn't even see Sōya's movements clearly before the iron gate blocking their path was twisted into a spiral and thrown aside like garbage.

As they got closer to the pit, the smell of blood in the air became stronger.

It was as if they were approaching a hell filled with corpses!

The scattered corpses weighed heavily on Akira's heart, as if invisible hands were gripping it tightly.

Even though he was used to seeing hell in the Rukongai, he still found it hard to adapt to the oppressive atmosphere.

The three of them arrived at the edge of the huge pit. The blue stone slabs were stained with mottled blood, and the pungent smell of blood stimulated their nerves, as if telling the story of the brutality of this execution ground.

"A hundred years ago, the Azashiro family encountered a catastrophe."

 Sōya narrated calmly, as if talking about something unrelated to him.

"The other noble families coveted the Azashiro family's wealth and framed most of its members to death."

"We were falsely tried for crimes we didn't commit and were sentenced to be executed by captured Hollows. Those with enough strength to fight Hollows, however, would be sent into the Dangai without a Jigokuchō(Hell Butterflies)".

"The nobles who framed the Azashiro family sat in the stands, enjoying the suffering of the people below."

"My sister and I were the last two, thrown into the execution ground together."

At this point, Sōya's tone finally showed a slight fluctuation.

"My sister forcibly used the forbidden Hadō #73, Sōren Sōkatsui, to protect me."

"Thus, her life came to an end."

Sōya turned his head to look at the silent Akira beside him and said softly:

"If possible…"

"I want to see my sister again…"

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t/n: thw word count in this chapter isless than other chapters fore some reason

[[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.]]