Chapter 29: A Request from Kenpachi

[[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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Pure white haori, lined with black Shihakushō.

Long black hair tied into a ponytail, with two strands hanging down like catfish whiskers, and a slightly pale face showing no expression.

A pair of pitch-black eyes exuded endless depth, as if uninterested in everything in the world.

This was Akira's first impression of the mosaic spirit that suddenly appeared in their dormitory.

Although he didn't recognize the person in front of him. He could tell his identity from the clothing.

On the back of the haori, the character "十一" was embroidered in a flamboyant style.

Captain of the 11th Division, the eighth Kenpachi, Sōya Azashiro!

"In this generation of students at the Spiritual Arts Academy, you and he are among the best."

The man in front of them spoke calmly, as if stating a simple fact:"Leave the academy as soon as possible. Staying here will only waste your talent."

"If you want to become a true Shinigami, fulfill your duty—"

"Kill all the Hollows in the world!"

Hearing this, Akira scratched his head in confusion: "But I never said I wanted to become a Shinigami…"

Although he didn't understand why the captain of the 11th Division appeared here.

When he showed up, the sense of danger Akira felt in the 32nd District resurfaced.

Akira could conclude that the man in front of him was closely related to the massacre in Rukongai.

Therefore.

His first impression of this eighth Kenpachi was not good.

It was even worse than when he first met Aizen.

Shōya paused, unsure of what to say next.

It was his first time encountering a student who didn't aspire to be a Shinigami.

"What's so great about being a Shinigami?"

Akira sneered, "You have to be controlled by superiors, be responsible for subordinates, and sometimes be commanded by some brainless, incompetent people."

"Unless I get to be a captain, maybe then it's worth it."

After hearing this, Shōya fell silent.

It wasn't that he wasn't interested in being a Shinigami, but rather he wasn't interested in being an ordinary squad member.

Aizen's eyes glowed faintly, a subtle spiritual pressure emanating from his body, making him appear quite eerie.

The moment Shōya appeared, Aizen had already entered a combat state. 　　

Akira, although he didn't know this guy's purpose, judging by his appearance, it wasn't anything good.

Otherwise, a dignified Shinigami captain wouldn't break into the male dormitory at night.

However, just as he was about to make a move, a calm voice suddenly spoke.

"Put away your spiritual pressure, Aizen Sōsuke."

Shōya, with his back to him, said indifferently, "I admit you have talent, but you haven't reached your full potential yet."

"With your current abilities, you can't stop me from doing anything…"

Aizen's heart sank, his brows furrowing.

This man seemed to know him very well.

"So, Captain Shōya, you broke into the male dormitory at night just to tell us about the duties of a Shinigami?"

Akira asked, puzzled, "If that's all…"

"No."

Shōya, worried that Akira would steer the conversation off course again, decisively interrupted him.

"Everyone has different thoughts, and I have no right to interfere with others' life paths."

"I came to you with a request."

Upon hearing this, both Akira and Aizen showed expressions of shock and confusion.

A dignified captain actually had a request for a student?

"And regarding this matter…"

His gaze suddenly turned cold, the temperature in the dormitory plummeting, and even the active spiritual particles in the air became still.

"I hope you two can keep it a secret."

At this moment, Akira once again heard the high-pitched warning of danger, piercing the sky like a sound that could destroy the world.

"Of course."

Akira answered decisively, choosing his life over breaking the law without hesitation.

Aizen's brows furrowed even more, unable to understand the situation.

When he was about to say something, he saw Akira frantically winking at him. After much thought, Aizen chose to remain silent.

Because based on his understanding of Akira, if there was even a slight chance of struggle, this guy would have already punched Shōya in the face.

Such a cautious response already said a lot.

"In that case, I'll take my leave."

From beginning to end, Shōya's emotions didn't fluctuate much, like a precise instrument.

Only when talking to Akira did his expression show a barely noticeable change.

"Tomorrow at 1 a.m."

Shōya left one last sentence, "I'll be waiting for you at the north gate of the academy."

"Of course, Akira can come alone."

As his words fell, the white figure began to blur again, and as the spiritual particles disintegrated from his body, his spiritual pressure gradually disappeared from the spot.

With Shōya's departure, the spiritual particles in the dormitory became active again. The temperature, which had dropped sharply, also began to rise slowly.

Akira and Aizen looked at each other, feeling powerless for the first time. 　　"What are you going to do?"

Aizen broke the silence first, asking in a deep voice.

Akira stretched his numb legs and said through gritted teeth: "What else can I do?"

"That old guy kills without blinking, if I don't go, I'll die."

"By the way, I'll go alone."

Upon hearing this, Aizen's face showed a puzzled expression.

Akira grinned and said frankly, "Although I don't know what he wants me to do, if I can't do it, I might not come back."

"If you come along, you'll just be another soul under the sword."

"In that case, neither your ideals nor mine can be realized."

Aizen fell silent.

After a moment, he slowly spoke, "Don't you have any fear of death?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Akira looked at Aizen with a look of disdain:

"Do I look like someone who isn't afraid of death?"

"If I had a choice, it wouldn't be me lying here, but that old guy with the catfish whiskers."

"Enough with the nonsense."

"If I don't come back, just take care of the Sakahone Shrine for me."

"Alright, good night."

"Sōsuke…"

As his words fell, the dormitory returned to silence.

Soon.

The rhythmic sound of gentle breathing came, and Akira fell asleep.

Under the moonlight.

Aizen leaned against the wall, the moonlight shining through the window onto his face, reflecting a look of deep thought…

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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.]]