Chapter 249 ⥤ Now I'm Terrifyingly Strong!
"Why are you here?"
Akira stared at the figure who had suddenly appeared before him, surprised.
"Why shouldn't I be?" Yoruichi glided to his side with the air of a mistress, settling down without hesitation.
Akira's expression turned watchful.
He had to admit, his recent time spent with Aizen had led him to neglect this girl who held such deep admiration and affection for him.
But he would stake his Zanpakutō that he never intended to abandon her. This was all Sōsuke's fault!
Noticing his nervous expression, Yoruichi giggled, "You look like someone caught cheating by their main partner."
She meant it as a joke, but rather than lightening the mood, it only made his forehead break out in cold sweat.
Yoruichi narrowed her eyes, studying the panicked man before her. What she had only suspected before, she now knew with certainty.
This lynx had found himself another cat!
Just as she was about to press further, another person entered the room.
"Long time no see, Rōjūrō. The Genryū needs talented people like you. Kensei has been waiting for you."
Seeing Akira's enthusiastic welcome, Rōjūrō thought he must have come to the wrong place. His expression turned suspicious, wondering if there were ulterior motives at play.
Then again, in terms of raw power, even ten Rōjūrōs couldn't match one Akira. If Akira wanted to force something, resistance would be futile.
Better to accept his fate — it might mean less suffering.
With resignation, Rōjūrō crouched in the corner of the room.
Soon, more people arrived to join Genryū, predictably from the 11th Division.
Though not Captains, their strength was remarkable. Even the weakest high-ranking Seated Officer matched several regular Officers in power, while the strongest could rival a hundred.
Before long, the large room was packed.
Yoruichi narrowed her eyes, realizing she had underestimated his popularity. No wonder he hadn't sought her out lately — he'd been busy with such base pleasures.
Perhaps her charms weren't enough after all.
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Training Ground Number Three.
Akira stood on the high platform, hands clasped behind his back, carrying himself like a master.
"What is everyone's purpose in joining Genryū?"
"To become stronger..." Rōjūrō raised his hand.
"Excellent — straight to the point." Akira praised, "Now, how should someone with average talent become stronger? The answer is simple: combat. From my years of experience, fighting is the fastest path to power. Fight when victory is certain, fight even when it isn't — keep yourself in constant battle. Before you know it, you'll be terrifyingly strong!"
Hearing this, everyone except the 11th Division members wore doubtful expressions.
The "Master" clapped his hands, "Words mean nothing. Broken bones are the best teachers. Kensei."
"Master!"
"Show them."
"Yes!"
All eyes turned to watch as Kensei strode onto the training ground, waving to Rōjūrō.
The blond warrior readily accepted his friend's challenge, using Shunpo to appear on the opposite side.
"Watch yourself, Rōjūrō. I'm terrifyingly strong now!"
Kensei's lips curved into a menacing smile and, as Rōjūrō watched in shock, released a massive wave of Reiatsu before charging forward with Shunpo.
⤫ Genryū: Raiton Bakuha ⥤ Elemental Style: Lightning Burst! ⤬
His fingers clenched into a fist — like a mountain collapsing — carrying explosive force as it crashed forward, accompanied by faint sonic booms.
⤫ Bakudō #39: Enkōsen ⥤ Round Lock Fan! ⤬
Caught off guard, Rōjūrō cast a Bakudō.
But the circular shield — one capable of withstanding a normal Captain's full-power strike — shattered instantly under Kensei's punch.
Rōjūrō's pupils contracted as fear gripped him. The punch filled his entire vision, and in Kensei, he glimpsed the shadow of someone who had once traumatized him deeply.
Could this be like Captain Kisaragi?!
Though the fist stopped short by ten centimeters, its fierce wind sent him flying, slamming him hard into the ground.
A commotion erupted below.
How long had it been since this former disgrace of a Captain had transformed into such a dominant force?!
Watching the 11th Division's Seated Officers grow increasingly powerful, Captains like Isshin and Rōjūrō breathed heavily.
Could Captain Kisaragi's method be right? Was combat truly the fastest path to strength?
"Gentlemen, do you see?" Akira spread his arms, chuckling, "This is the true secret to becoming stronger! If not now, then when?"
As his words ended, Zaraki, unable to contain himself any longer, grabbed the equally eager Sajin and charged straight into the training ground.
Outside, division members operated controls that made the metal floor rise and divide, transforming the spacious training ground into platforms of varying heights.
Isshin Shiba and Kaname Tōsen immediately found their rhythm together, taking position to begin their close-quarters combat.
Within moments, everyone had paired off with opponents.
"Hmph, we Shinigami should naturally seek out the strong." Yoruichi flash-stepped before Akira, baring her delicate fangs in a grin, "Akira, fight me. I'm terrifyingly strong now!"
Hearing this, Akira furrowed his brows thoughtfully. Then his eyes lit up as he gazed intently at Yoruichi.
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With the training ground at capacity, they moved to another area — a quieter space with few people, better suited for a private match between a woman and a man.
Facing Akira, Yoruichi's confident grin widened as she followed tradition, removing her white captain's haori and tossing it aside.
Beneath it was her sleeveless, backless Shihakushō.
She had modified the traditional uniform to better channel her Shunkō.
In an instant, Kidō Reiatsu erupted from her shoulders and back, releasing white steam-like energy.
⤫ Shunkō ⥤ Flash War Cry! ⤬
A powerful pressure surged as Yoruichi vanished, launching her attack at Akira.
Her lightning-fast movement caught him by surprise.
True to her future title as the Flash Goddess, her speed — though not yet at its peak — already surpassed ninety percent of the Captains.
She materialized above his head. Enhanced by Shunkō, her power surged as Reiatsu wrapped around her legs, driving them down fiercely through the turbulent air.
BOOM!
Thunder crashed as Akira's right hand shot up, catching her thigh with perfect precision. The violent impact sent rippling waves in all directions.
Like paper tearing apart, the sound of breaking air echoed continuously.
"Hmm, not bad." He smiled approvingly, "You really have gotten stronger!"
But seeing how he remained completely unfazed, Yoruichi pouted.
Every day she devoted herself to official duties and rigorous training, yet she still couldn't match him. She had hoped the gap between them would narrow with effort, but instead it had grown even wider.
Fortunately, she still had unused trump cards.
Her attacks fell like a fierce storm. Unlike the Genryū taught by Genryūsai, as Commander of the Onmitsukidō, Yoruichi could turn her entire body into a weapon.
Her techniques were unpredictable — fists, palms, elbows, and knees striking so fast they left afterimages.
Only because her opponent was Akira did these attacks seem ineffective. Against someone like Kensei or Rōjūrō, they would already be lying defeated, without even a chance to release their Zanpakutō.
Yoruichi knew attacks at this level wouldn't harm him. Without her trump cards, she stood no chance.
With this in mind, she launched a kick, using its recoil to create distance between them.
"Akira, do you remember the Raijin Senkei (Thunder God War Form) that I hadn't mastered back then?"
Hearing this, Akira nodded thoughtfully.
He truly respected Yoruichi's talent for developing Shunkō. Even his God of Black Flame Battle Form (Kokuen-shin Senkei) couldn't have existed without her help.
"Over these years, I've not only completed the Lightning God combat form but also developed an even more powerful lightning beast form based on my Zanpakutō's power. And I've named it!"
⤫ Shunkō: Raiju Senkei: Shunryū Kokubyō Senki ⥤ Flash War Cry: Thunder Beast Battle Form: Flash God Black Cat Warrior Princess! ⤬
As she spoke, restless golden electric arcs danced across her body.
Yoruichi placed her hand on the Zanpakutō at her waist, gently pushing the guard. Violent lightning erupted instantly, engulfing her figure completely.
When the blinding light faded, Yoruichi stood before Akira in a completely new form.
Her Reiatsu had transformed entirely. If he hadn't often bathed with her in the hot springs, he might have thought some otherworldly demon had possessed the girl before him.
Yoruichi's hands pressed against the ground, her waist lowered and hips curved in an eye-catching arc like a lazy cat stretching. Golden electric arcs danced across her shapely form, gathering at her head to form shining cat ears.
Her black ponytail and cat tail swayed with restless energy, adding an otherworldly charm to her appearance.
"Yoruichi?" Akira asked tentatively.
To his surprise, she responded with a curved smile, "Well, shocked? I'm many times stronger now than in my Lightning God combat form!"
Indeed, he was taken aback.
He had expected this form would leave her ruled purely by emotion. Instead, she had developed the technique far beyond his expectations.
Not only did she maintain control of her emotions, but the golden electric arcs flowing over her body bent completely to her will.
"Akira, be careful." Yoruichi's dangerous smile flashed as she vanished from sight.
Her speed had multiplied several times over — she moved like a bolt of lightning!
The Lightning Princess materialized before him, electric arcs wrapping her clawed hands as she struck downward with a thunderous roar.
Akira dodged sideways, avoiding her cat-like strike but catching the trailing electric arc.
Intense numbness surged through his body, attempting to shut down his motor functions completely.
Against an ordinary Captain, this strike would have been devastating. But Yoruichi faced a monster whose skin even Ryūjin Jakka might fail to pierce.
The electric arcs couldn't penetrate his formidable defenses.
She flashed about like living lightning, landing countless strikes as she darted around him.
Bad news: her attacks came blindingly fast.
Good news: they barely scratched him.
After this barrage, most of her Reiatsu was spent while Akira stood unfazed. Even when she broke through his guard to draw blood, his recovery patterns sealed the wounds instantly.
High HP, impenetrable defense, and rapid healing — how could she possibly overcome such odds?
Yoruichi felt her desperation mounting.
Meanwhile, Akira observed her with fascination. Though this beauty could control her emotions, the form's power still affected her mental state, making her notably more aggressive.
Just in terms of performance, she had reached the level of several dozen Kensei — quite remarkable for her age.
A flash of determination crossed Yoruichi's eyes as she took a deep breath. Her chest rose and her smile turned fierce. She raised one hand high and lowered the other, golden electric arcs gathering between her palms, emanating an intense destructive aura.
In the next moment, the raging golden lightning transformed into a lightning dragon, surging downward and engulfing the entire fighting arena.
BOOM!!
The sturdy metal floor cracked and collapsed, fissures spreading everywhere as dust billowed upward, reducing the fighting arena to ruins.
This strike had consumed all her remaining Reiatsu.
Yet when the lightning dissipated and the dust settled, Akira emerged. His haori had disintegrated completely, his Shihakushō in tatters.
Yoruichi felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness. Through his torn Shihakushō, she could see his perfect, mesmerizing muscles — gleaming without a single scratch.
"Is that all you've got?" Akira's wicked grin spread across his face, "If you don't have any other moves, then it's my turn!"
As she watched him approach slowly, Yoruichi felt inexplicably flustered.
Her instincts screamed that this man had ill intentions!
And now she had no strength left to fight. Not only was her Reiatsu depleted, but even her physical strength was exhausted.
"Hehehe, since you can't move anymore..."
Akira flash-stepped before her, reached out with his wicked hand, and casually threw her over his shoulder.
"Now it's my turn!"
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