Chapter 34: A Sudden Stab in the Ribs
[[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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Having completed everything, someone lay on the ground like a dead fish.
Barely breathing, looking like they were on the brink of death.
"This time, I really lost big."
Finally catching his breath, Akira said with a pained expression:"Previously in the Sakahone District, performing such a high-level ritual would at least earn me ten thousand rings."
"This time, not only did I do it for free, but I also lost a bell, two incense sticks, and a gohei. It's a huge loss."
Aizen glanced at him expressionlessly and said calmly:"You acted on your own, and now you're regretting it."
"If I hadn't been there just now, the ritual wouldn't have been completed, and you might have been affected."
"Don't you ever do anything reliable?"
Hearing this, Akira frowned, showing a thoughtful expression.
Just when Aizen thought he had turned over a new leaf, he heard a decisive and firm answer: "No!"
Aizen: "…"
Resisting the urge to hit someone, he looked into the distance.
The crying continued, and from the sound, it was clear how extreme the pain was.
To Shōya, from now on, he was truly alone.
The pain he experienced as a child was now replaying before his eyes.
The helplessness he felt as a child had not changed at all.
Now, as one of the strongest Shinigami in the Soul Society, he still couldn't bring his sister back to life.
Strength meant nothing in the face of such separation by death.
Even someone as strong as Captain-Commander Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni couldn't change this reality.
Shōya was immersed in his pain, unable to extricate himself.
In the execution ground.
Aizen's eye twitched as he watched Akira stuff the offering table into his pants.
Even though he had seen it many times, he still couldn't understand why this guy had such a strange hobby.
"Are you planning to give the bell directly to Shōya?"
"How could I?" Akira's eyes widened, shaking the bell proudly, "This is a sacred object I obtained with great effort, using countless amounts of the Mimihagi-sama's power."
"With my devout faith in Lord Mimihagi…" "Do you need more money?" Aizen sighed.
Akira grinned, "You know me well, Sōsuke."
... After a long time, the sound of grief gradually subsided, and Shōya reappeared in the execution ground.
By then, the execution ground had returned to its usual calm.
When he came before Akira and Aizen again, the eighth Kenpachi had regained his usual cold mask, even colder than before.
Like an eternal iceberg. "Although there was a bit of an accident, thank you, Akira."
Shōya was a man of principle.
He knew very well that his actions this time were quite offensive.
Neither Akira nor Aizen should have been involved in such matters.
But Akira's ritual brought the dead back to life, stirring his once calm heart.
If possible, even seeing her one more time would be enough.
With this thought, he used the ability of his Zanpakutō, Urozakuro, to create a clone in the temporary dormitory and made his request.
Although he didn't have much hope, he still brought them to this execution ground buried with pain.
Fortunately, Akira did not disappoint him.
Since they were already involved, he might as well tell them his original plan and hear their opinions.
"About 32nd District…"
Shōya said calmly, "It's actually a pilot project of mine."
"What do you mean?"
Akira looked up in confusion.
Shōya coldly explained his idea: "Transform all the residents of Rukongai, giving them the ability to exterminate Hollows, and finally invade Hueco Mundo."
"The 32nd District incident is just the beginning."
"The next step is to report this plan to the Central 46 and then implement it…"
Before he could finish, Shōya noticed a subtle change in Akira's expression, whom he regarded as a benefactor.
"When you say Rukongai, does that include the Sakahone District?"
Shōya nodded without changing his expression, admitting: "Of course."
"Exterminating Hollows requires a lot of…"
Clang— The sound of a blade being drawn interrupted Shōya's words.
Aizen was astonished to see Akira showing a side he had never seen before.
Wild spiritual pressure flowed freely, entwining the silver blade.
There was no trace of emotion on his extremely calm face, the boy's transition from playful to extreme took only a moment.
"You should know."
"I come from the local shrine in the Sakahone District…"
The blade in Akira's hand glowed dangerously, "That is my home."
Shōya nodded slightly: "I know."
"But—"
"Sacrificing the few for the greater good, isn't that what a true Shinigami should do?"
The dazzling blade light and invisible spiritual pressure collided in the air, sparks flying, illuminating their expressionless, extremely calm faces in the darkness.
"Screw your Shinigami…"
The violent swordsmanship attack unfolded instantly, like a storm, rushing forward.
Invisible spiritual particles gathered in the air, forming blade lights to block the overwhelming slashes.
Bankai, Urozakuro!
Fusing his spiritual particles with those of other beings or objects, he could manipulate them at will.
A hint of surprise flashed in Shōya's eyes.
Although his Bankai had already fused with the spiritual particles of the entire Seireitei, allowing him to monitor everything happening in this space.
But the brain's processing capacity had its limits.
Therefore, Shōya only observed the parts he cared about.
Places like the Shin'ō Academy were not worth his attention.
So, seeing Akira's outburst, he was extremely surprised.
He didn't expect such ferocity hidden under that carefree exterior.
Faced with an existence countless times stronger than himself, he still dared to draw his sword to protect what he cherished.
Akira, you have far surpassed me.
Shōya's lips curled into a barely noticeable smile.
Akira gripped his Zanpakutō tightly, his gaze cold, like a blade falling on the figure in front of him. He didn't care about the difference in strength.
He only knew that if he didn't stand up to protect now, no one would care anymore.
Just as the battle grew more intense, a familiar voice sounded again.
[Shōya Azashiro's trust level reached, sign-in conditions met]
[Character sign-in: Shōya Azashiro…]
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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.]]