Chapter 40: Wanting Both Money and People?

[[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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When Akira woke up, he found himself in a different place.

No longer the unchanging ceiling of the dojo, but a white wall adorned with elegant wall paintings.

The air was filled with a faint fragrance and the persistent smell of disinfectant.

Pain spread throughout his body, and even a slight movement felt like his skin and flesh were being torn apart.

Akira tried to lift his right hand, only to find it pinned down by something.

"Is it Sōsuke watching over me?"

"Truly a good brother, when Nanao isn't around, only…"

As he turned his head, he was greeted by the sight of a massively muscular man.

His expression froze instantly.

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

Akira's body trembled, his face contorted, as he tried to pull his arm out from under Tessai's large hand.

"Kisaragi-kun, you're awake?"

Tessai realized and instinctively released his grip, causing Akira to fall off the bed with a loud thud.

The noise immediately attracted the patrolling guards.

Soon, another familiar white figure walked into the room, a gentle smile on her delicate face.

"In less than half a year since you enrolled, this is your fourth visit to the general infirmary."

Unohana walked to the bedside, skillfully arranging Akira and tidying up the bandages and the messy bed.

Seeing someone taking care of him, Tessai politely left.

There was another student waiting for his attention.

Today was truly unlucky; the soon-to-be Grand Kidō Chief had managed to teach two Kidō idiots.

One mishandled Shakkahō and got it all over his face.

The other was even scarier, directly detonating Shakkahō inside his body.

Geniuses often think alike, but fools have their own ways of being foolish.

No matter how much Tessai racked his brain, he couldn't understand why someone would dare to detonate Shakkahō inside their body.

Wait, he almost got sidetracked by this guy.

The real question was, why would anyone detonate Kidō inside their body?

Suddenly realizing his thought process was aligning with someone else's, Tessai broke into a cold sweat and quickly left Akira's room.

"Captain Unohana…"

Unable to escape the room, Akira behaved very obediently.

"With your talent, you shouldn't be making such basic mistakes."

Unohana Retsu sat by the bed, her hands on Akira's chest, releasing higher-level healing Kidō.

The intense itching and tingling sensation spread throughout his body, contorting Akira's face to the extreme.

It felt like he had rolled in a honey jar and then had countless ants crawling all over him.

"This…"

"It was just an accident!"

Akira defended himself while enduring the sensation.

"You said the same thing the last few times."

Unohana smiled softly, her fair hands pressing gently on the most injured part of his chest under the glow of healing Kidō.

Although the boy's actions were somewhat unreliable, in a way, this was also a sign of a genius's eccentricity.

Due to his extraordinary physical qualities and strong will, his recovery speed was incredibly fast.

In less than half a day, his injuries were almost healed.

After this round of healing, he should be able to leave the hospital.

The treatment lasted for nearly half an hour.

When the glow of healing Kidō faded, Akira realized that the previous pain had completely disappeared, leaving only a slight burning sensation.

But instead of feeling happy, he frowned, looking like he had suffered a great loss.

Half an hour of healing Kidō, and those fair hands had almost touched his entire body.

Although the strength and touch were excellent, it still felt like he had been taken advantage of by a female rogue.

"Treatment complete, that'll be 36,897 kan."

Unohana Retsu smiled, "Kisaragi-kun, will you be paying on credit or in cash?"

Akira gasped.

From the initial 1,000 kan to several thousand kan, and now this time's treatment had increased to 36,000 kan?!

Although this amount was nothing to him now, being frugal by nature, taking out several thousand kan at once was still painful.

"If you can't pay, you can always join the Fourth Division."

Unohana smiled gently, "My previous offer still stands, the Fourth Division's doors are always open for you."

Looking at the gentle woman in front of him, Akira instinctively recalled their previous swordsmanship duel.

His nerves tightened to the extreme, his danger instincts on high alert, death constantly looming, as if he were in hell.

He shivered and quickly said:

"Credit, credit!"

"I'll go get the money and be right back."

Without caring about the slight discomfort, Akira got up, used Shunpo, and disappeared from the room.

Female rogues are too scary.

Not only does Unohana want my money, but she also wants me!

Watching the boy's disappearing figure, Unohana's smile gradually faded, replaced by deep thought:

After a moment of contemplation, she softly murmured in the room:

"The strength of his spirit body is unusually high."

"And…"

"Why is there an electric current in his spirit body? Is it the ability of his Zanpakutō?"

"Or is there another reason…"

Unohana lowered her gaze slightly, a beautiful smile reappearing on her lips:

"Too many secrets can easily arouse curiosity, Kisaragi-kun…"

Akira hurried out of the Fourth Division barracks, only to see Aizen waiting on the street.

"Since you've recovered, let's go back."

Before Akira could speak, Aizen calmly said:

"This time it was my mistake, underestimating the difficulty of engraving Kidō patterns."

"We'll try again after I make some improvements."

He turned to return to the Shin'ō Academy, but then heard a triumphant voice behind him:

"Actually…"

Aizen turned back, looking at Akira with a hint of confusion.

He saw a proud expression on Akira's face as he raised his left hand and extended his middle finger.

Aizen's face darkened instantly.

Although he didn't understand what it meant, it felt like a mental contamination.

"The previous Kidō pattern engraving was half successful."

Akira wore a "I'm a genius" expression and pointed to the incomplete fireball mark on his middle finger:

"No need to change anything, your idea is definitely feasible!"

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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.]]