Chapter 200 ⥤ Let Me Handle This
"Are all young people these days so arrogant?"
A burly man wearing glasses looked at Akira's wild grin and smiled, revealing a mouthful of gold teeth that looked particularly ferocious.
"Even in my day, I wouldn't have dared to say such things."
Someone beside him chimed in, "When there's no tiger in the mountain, the monkey declares himself king. After all, it's been nearly a thousand years. The younger generation has probably forgotten our names. Don't believe me? Ask that kid. He definitely won't recognize us."
The speaker had a lazy demeanor, handsome features, and wore a straw hat — in some ways quite similar to Shunsui.
"Hey, brat, do you know my name?" Another person spoke up, his appearance terrifyingly fierce.
Tall but skeletal, with gaunt features, sunken eye sockets, a gloomy expression, and white breath emanating from his mouth, he gave off a sinister, menacing aura. The fur collar around his neck particularly emphasized this quality.
Akira looked him over, pondered for a moment, then said, "Komeru Tuamuie?"
{T/N: Komeru Tuamuie=Comeram sua mulher=fucked your wife…}
Aizen: "..."
Though he didn't know who this guy was referring to, based on his understanding of his companion, Aizen knew this guy definitely wasn't saying anything complimentary.
Sure enough.
"I am the original Captain of Seventh Division, Nobutsuna Shigyō!" The man exploded in anger, loudly announcing his title, "We are the founders of the original Gotei 13!"
Fortunately, Aizen was well-read in all kinds of books, and the thousand years of history were firmly committed to his memory. Remembering the original Gotei 13 that had made such great contributions to Soul Society was no challenge for him.
The gold-toothed burly man was the original 9th Division Captain, Entetsu Kumoi. The young man wearing the straw hat was the original 10th Division Captain, Furuoki Ōtogawa.
Five original Captains — unprecedented enemies!
Aizen remembered clearly that, according to both written records and the evaluations of other Captains, these figures who had established the concept of the Gotei 13 were terrifyingly powerful.
The strongest Gotei 13 in history!
"I won't waste words. If you all want to leave Hell, then bring out your full power and kill them here." Saizō Sakahone revealed a strange smile, "Begin."
"Wait!" Akira raised his hand, "I have a question. Besides Yama-jii and Sister Retsu, there should be eleven Captains, right? Why just you few? Where are the others?"
Saizō gazed deeply at the fearless man. Somewhat surprised by the courage of today's youth, facing such adversity without a trace of despair — this mindset was far stronger than that of their group of old-timers.
"You'll find out soon enough." He didn't answer the question.
His withered hand opened, and immense Reiatsu poured down like a bursting dam, instantly flooding the area.
Aizen lowered his gaze slightly, his mood darkening. This ambush was truly beyond his expectations.
What was more infuriating was that the enemy had used him as bait, naturally reeling in Akira like a foolish fish. This feeling of being manipulated was truly unpleasant.
So when Saizō unleashed his Reiatsu, just as Akira was about to make his move and knock down the old man with one punch, someone moved faster than him.
A hand pressed down on his shoulder as Aizen stepped forward, his calm gaze fixed straight ahead.
"This time... let me handle this first."
Akira was stunned, his face full of surprise.
Aizen tilted his head back, a smile curling at his lips as he looked at everyone, "Gentlemen, overly arrogant words tend to reveal the weakness hidden in your hearts."
As soon as he said this, the hot-tempered Uhin was the first to challenge him.
But before he could speak, terrifyingly extreme Reiatsu exploded from Aizen's body! A massive pillar of light shot upward, piercing heaven and earth, instantly shattering the jewel-like lake surface. The lotus structures beneath their feet crumbled to dust, unable to withstand the powerful impact.
The air emitted groans of unbearable strain, and the high-density Reishi even formed visible distortion lines, crisscrossing around Aizen.
The five figures in the sky experienced a sudden change in expression, and before they could react, they fell like meteors, crashing hard into the water surface, stirring up shocking splashes.
Watching this scene, Akira's eyes widened.
Wait, bro? Which one of us is showing off here?!
He had thought his Reiatsu had reached Level 99, finally able to outdo his good friend. But unexpectedly, Aizen's Reiatsu had already reached the pinnacle of Soul Society.
Truly standing at the summit!
He wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but when Aizen unleashed his Reiatsu, he seemed to hear the pure instrumental music "On the Precipice of Defeat" in his ears.
Aizen walked forward slowly, treading upon the surging, boundless lake, his eyes so calm they were frightening. The five people awkwardly rose from the water, releasing Reiatsu to defend themselves, completely losing their previous arrogant demeanor.
"Rank 1 Reiatsu..." Furuoki wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "Is this kid a monster?"
As original captains, they knew well how rare Rank 1 Reiatsu was. Even throughout Soul Society's history and the vast expanse of hell, those with Rank 1 Reiatsu were exceedingly few.
In his impression, only the one who once led the Gotei 13, the Sword Demon Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto, possessed Rank 1 Reiatsu.
"Old man, it seems we've provoked someone extraordinary." Nobutsuna looked toward Saizō beside him and asked, "What do we do next?"
"Continue with the original plan." Saizō said coldly, "Once the bow is drawn, there's no turning back. You deal with Akira Kisaragi, I'll handle this Sōsuke Aizen."
The hunchbacked old man took out his Zanpakutō, held it horizontally in front of him, slowly unsheathed it, raised his head to look at the distant Aizen, and revealed a strange smile.
⤫ Bankai: Avīci ⥤ Final Release: Uninterrupted! ⤬
The moment the Zanpakutō was released, thick black ink flowed out from beneath his hanging garments, and his Zanpakutō instantly transformed to a pitch-black color, continuously dripping dark liquid.
The moment it touched the water's surface, the ink spread madly, and in an instant, everything in sight was engulfed in deep blackness. The once crystal-clear lake suddenly became dark and gloomy, as if this was the true appearance of hell.
Aizen wasn't particularly surprised by this scene. Even before taking action, he had already thought of counter-measures for his opponent. The most useful being to have one person engage him while the others dealt with Akira.
Although he wasn't clear what these people's true objective was, since they chose to confront him, they must have been prepared for failure.
"As a Third Seat, you should have heard of the Central Great Underground Prison, right?"
When Saizō's voice sounded again, Aizen suddenly found that his surroundings had changed.
The inky lake water had inverted, hovering above his head. Below was a pitch-black bottomless abyss, with no end in sight.
"My Zanpakutō is very similar to the lowest level of hell, the Mugen." He smiled eerily, "Endless darkness and blackness, with no way to distinguish up from down, left from right, front from back. In here, space and time lose all meaning. All you can experience is endless solitude, until your mind breaks."
Perhaps confident in his Zanpakutō's ability, Saizō didn't mind revealing its powers.
"Back then, even Shigekuni Yamamoto, who possessed Rank 1 Reiatsu, couldn't easily break through my Avīci. Countless Quincy went completely mad in the solitude, eventually choosing to end their own lives."
His figure slowly sank into the abyss, gradually disappearing from Aizen's sight.
"Eternal solitude, is it?" Aizen mused to himself, his lips curling into a slight smile.
Perhaps a few years ago, he could only endure loneliness, but now things were different. On that not-so-spacious road, there was now a figure walking alongside him. Even if that person wasn't particularly clever.
Staring at the composed Aizen, Saizō somehow felt an ominous premonition rising from the depths of his heart.
Could it be that this guy's Zanpakutō was like Yamamoto's, with an extremely wide range of destruction? If so, that would be quite troublesome.
He hadn't been telling the truth. How could villains like them foolishly reveal all their abilities, making it easy for enemies to counter them?
Half truth, half lies. Reality mixed with deception was what made enemies believe.
"Actually, breaking your Zanpakutō isn't difficult." Aizen smiled as he spoke, "Actually, I just need to do this."
Under the old man's shocked gaze, his Reiatsu, deep as an abyss, completely silenced Avīci. Strange and heavy purple-black energy continuously surged around Aizen, all his Reiatsu pouring into it.
⤫ Hadō #99: Goryūtenmetsu ⥤ Five Swirling Dragons of Destruction! ⤬
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"Well, kid, the nuisance is gone."
Uhin moved his head and arms, his massive frame making sounds like firecrackers, with enormous Reiatsu surrounding him, emanating powerful energy.
"Now without your support, your death is imminent."
Hearing this, Akira looked confused and frowned, "When did you get the misconception that I'm weaker than Sōsuke?"
Uhin: "?"
Under several astonished gazes, Akira removed his haori, tore open his Shihakushō, revealing his perfect muscular physique, ultimate power erupting from it.
"Without some confidence, would I have entered Hell alone to save someone? In others' eyes, am I, Akira Kisaragi, just a brainless brute?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a Zanpakutō trailing a long chain flew out, streaking through the air, directly piercing toward that head painted with strange patterns.
Uhin smiled contemptuously, tilting his head to dodge the attack.
"Is that all..."
Just as he was about to mock, a figure riding on massive waves charged directly towards them. Deep purple flames ignited on his body, and on his shoulders, violent lightning and blazing fire intertwined, forming demonic wings that burst open.
⤫ Shunkō: Kūhaku Hakai ⥤ Flash War Cry: Single Empty Destruction! ⤬
Uhin's expression changed dramatically as he watched the iron fist magnify endlessly before his eyes, as if replacing the entire world.
At this moment, he actually felt pressure similar to Shigekuni Yamamoto emanating from Akira!
BOOM!!
With a ferocious smile, Akira unhesitatingly threw a punch. The surrounding air emitted overburdened explosive sounds — like thunderclaps — echoing throughout this layer of Hell.
Looking down from high above, terrifying flames erupted from his knuckles, turning everything in their path into a sea of fire. The boundless water surface parted to both sides like a pair of giant hands tearing it apart.
Uhin prided himself on his Hakuda skills, but faced with Akira's punch, he had no power to resist, barely managing to cross his arms in front to absorb the impact.
But the moment they collided, he realized how terribly wrong he was. This direct punch impact was no different from Genryūsai's — perhaps even stronger.
His arm bones instantly shattered to dust. Blood splattered, and half his body was blown apart, forming an ugly void.
Uhin didn't die instantly. After enduring countless deaths and resurrections in Hell, this pain was nothing compared to the shock in his heart.
After this battle, he reaffirmed his earlier thoughts: this guy must have received Yamamoto's true teachings, even surpassing the master.
One touch and collapse.
Looking at Uhin's miserable state, the other two were dumbfounded, their faces filled with shock.
They knew their colleague's strength well. As one of the Gotei 13's best Hakuda experts, Uhin's entire strength was focused on this. Yet even such a powerful fighter was demolished by a single punch.
"Fools, what are you standing there for?!" Uhin roared with his last strength, "If you don't act now, you'll all die!"
After speaking, he revealed a wild smile. His Reiatsu erupted, and his mangled body instantly regenerated. He spread his ten fingers, lowering his arms to directly restrain Akira.
"Almost forgot to tell you, kid. My Zanpakutō ability is similar to a Hollow's high-speed regeneration!"
The other two launched their attacks, and as they drew their swords, the wind and clouds changed color. The air filled with viscous Reiatsu, gravity intensifying.
Akira spread his arms, and wild power surged, breaking free from Uhin's restraint.
But his purpose had already been achieved. The attacks of the other three closed in, with brilliant light shining on their blades, even distorting the surrounding space.
But the expected fear wasn't seen. When Furuoki and Nobutsuna, along with Entetsu, approached Akira, that young face now wore a ferocious, wild smile.
Reiatsu erupted, black chains howled out like giant snakes, instantly covering the three figures, enveloping them. Akira spread his arms, crackling electric arcs surrounding his body, activating his already terrifying speed.
⤫ Mugen Shirorai Kasoku ⥤ Unbounded White Lightning Acceleration ⤬
⤫ Genshiki-ryū: Shunsen Senren ⥤ Origin Style: Instantaneous Thousand Strikes! ⤬
The moment he spoke, he vanished, instantly transforming into countless afterimages, his savage attacks crashing down. Howling winds erupted, earth-shattering power landing on their bodies.
Pain struck, and the three felt as if they had been mercilessly crushed by a steamroller. All their bones instantly shattered, their flesh turning to bloody mist that floated in the air.
As the chains dispersed, the scene within was revealed — a hellish scroll slowly unfolding.
Looking at the grinning Akira, Uhin drew in a sharp breath. Indescribable coldness arose in his heart, instantly freezing him in place. His massive frame stiffened as fear writhed like an insect in his heart.
Monster!
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