Chapter 27: Death is Knocking!

[[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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"Not guessing, say it if you want." 　

Aizen's face was expressionless, completely uninterested in playing word games with someone.

Although Akira did not answer directly.But based on Aizen's understanding of this guy, he was likely able to do it.

Gathering the spiritual particles of the dead, making them reappear in this world, and then conversing with them.

Is this the power of Mimihagi?

Or is it related to Akira?

Countless thoughts swirled and intertwined in his mind until his attention was once again drawn by someone.

"Heh, you don't think it's all over just because you're dead, do you?"

In Aizen's astonished gaze, Akira directly moved the red offering table in front of the Shinigami's corpse.

Incense candles were lit, the bell gently shook, and the teacup was filled with clear water.

"In the name of Priest Akira, I offer this ritual to the one-eyed god, Mimihagi…"

Akira's ten fingers fluttered like butterflies, forming one strange and sacred hand seal after another, chanting incantations while also meditating on the object of the ritual.

Aizen watched calmly, trying to understand this unique ritual in his own way. 　　

spiritual pressure was released, covering the entire area.

At this moment, Aizen's spiritual pressure perception was magnified to the extreme, capturing any possible changes in the air.

Spiritual particles were flowing, like water, like a breeze, like the moonlight…

Wait!

Aizen's eyes widened slightly, noticing something unusual.

As the ritual progressed, it seemed as if some invisible force was stopping the spiritual particles of the deceased from dispersing, gathering them in the clear water of the teacup.

He tried to trace the source of this power.

Following the faint fluctuations, he was surprised to find that with his current spiritual pressure, he couldn't trace it to the end.

The power was like a thread, continuous and unbroken, reaching far to the east.

Aizen squinted slightly, looking in the direction where the power disappeared, having a rough idea in his mind.

Sakahone District, the Shrine of the Mimihagi.

While he was trying to trace the source, Akira had already dealt with the spiritual particles of the rogue Shinigami.

A face filled with terror and disbelief appeared on the surface of the water in the teacup, flitting around like a headless fly, trying to escape the cage-like confinement.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't escape.

"I'm very curious, what was your motive for committing such a heinous crime."

Akira dipped his finger into the teacup.

In no time, his brows furrowed tightly, furrowing more and more until his eyebrows almost met.

"It really is…"

"Utterly insane."

Akira casually shattered the cup, dispersing the gathered spiritual particles, completely ending the scar-faced man's life.

"Just because of a verbal dispute, you killed an entire family."

Aizen raised an eyebrow, showing no surprise. In his understanding, this world was full of evil deeds.

People like the scar-faced man, who would kill an entire family over a disagreement, were not uncommon in the records of the Soul Society.

When a person possesses power that does not match their mindset, their mentality often undergoes subtle changes.

Good or evil, it is just a matter of a single thought.

"Alright, now that we know the method of the crime and the murderer has been executed."

Akira clapped his hands and began to pack up his ritual tools.

From incense candles to bells, all were rewards from daily sign-ins. Although not very useful, compared to similar products on the market, they were definitely top-notch.

It's worth mentioning that such rewards can be placed in the system's exclusive space.

Of course, this only applies to inanimate objects.

Like the wild rabbit he drew a few days ago, there was no way to store it. He had to slaughter it and eat several bowls of rice with tears.

Aizen was long used to Akira's actions.

Putting incense candles and bells into his pocket without any bulge, these were just child's play.

He had even seen Akira pull out a brand new bed from his pants.

Although he didn't understand how he managed to fit it in, Aizen had already decided never to touch Akira's things lightly.

Who knows where this crazy guy had put those things before.

Retrieving the scar-faced man's Zanpakutō, the two cleaned up the scene and prepared to return the way they came.

This task wasn't particularly difficult. Even other elite students could handle it, though it might be a bit more troublesome. 　　

gap between ordinary Shinigami and elite students wasn't that big.

Of course, the gap between Akira and Aizen was quite exaggerated.

Just the burst of spiritual pressure was something ordinary Shinigami couldn't withstand.

"Sōsuke, let's go."

Akira glanced at Aizen, who was still observing the surroundings, and urged, "Time waits for no one. If we go back early, we can still catch the special tofu dish at the Shin'ō Academy cafeteria tonight!"

Aizen glanced at Akira without saying much, then turned and followed.

This guy couldn't remember his class schedule or theoretical knowledge, but he remembered the weekly menu of the Shino Academy cafeteria clearly.

Maybe, that's a kind of talent.

"I don't know if it's just my imagination."

Aizen walked side by side with Akira on the empty street, speaking calmly:"This task doesn't seem as simple as it appears."

Akira waved his hand, slapping Aizen's shoulder and said boldly:"Why think so much?"

"The death of civilians is not uncommon in Rukongai."

"Only the top ten districts can maintain a stable life."

Saying this, Akira's mouth curved slightly: "And this is what civilians long for the most…"

Hearing this, Aizen nodded.

Like Akira, he was also a native of Rukongai, naturally understanding the "rules" here.

Compared to the areas where nobles lived, the rear districts of Rukongai were more like hell…

However, as the two figures disappeared at the end of the street.

A faint glow appeared on the empty ground, and what should have been an empty spot became hazy and blurred.

It was as if the scene had been covered with a layer of white mosaic… 　

The two moved quickly.

Even faster than when they came.

Aizen was slightly puzzled but could only attribute it to the guy beside him wanting to hurry back for food.

Leaving the area, Akira's pace slowed down instantly. 　

He clenched his hands slightly, looking at Aizen with lingering fear, and whispered:"You noticed it too, right?"

"The anomaly of the spiritual particles?" Aizen frowned, looking at the unfamiliar expression in front of him, puzzled.

Akira shook his head, looking back at the direction of Zennin Temple, and murmured:"No!"

"It's the smell of death…"

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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.]]