[[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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The girl on the stage was youthful and beautiful, while the boys in the audience were in a daze.
In Akira's impression, Yoruichi Shihōin should have been a seductive and mature woman.
But after hearing her self-introduction, he suddenly felt a stunned.
However, from her performance, her personality remained cheerful, especially in pranks or teasing others, where she was unmatched.
"Yoruichi Shihōin, could she be from the Shihōin family?"
Someone among the students exclaimed.
Among them were some noble students who naturally understood the weight of the name Shihōin.
As one of the Five Great Noble families of Soul Society, the Shihōin Clan holds several important duties and responsibilities such as leading the Onmitsukidō which is responsible for covert operations, intelligence gathering, and assassination missions.
Aizen's gaze was inexplicable, and the gentle smile on his face slightly faded.
However, when his attention fell on Akira beside him, his gaze froze.
At this moment, the boy was sitting upright, not looking sideways, with an extremely disciplined attitude.
He would have been the role model of a good student, if one ignored where his gaze was falling.
"What are you looking at?" Aizen asked curiously in a low voice.
Akira glanced sideways and grinned, "Is that even a question."
"Of course, I'm admiring the most beautiful scenery in the world."
Aizen's expression stiffened, not picking up on the conversation.
He suddenly realized that many times he couldn't be on the same wavelength as Akira.
(t/n: lol Aizen-sama is trying to reach the same wavelength as an idiot but couldn't succeed. )
While others were still shocked by Yoruichi Shihōin's identity, this guy had already started admiring her body with appreciative eyes.
It's hard to evaluate this behavior.
On the stage, Yoruichi Shihōin's gaze swept around.
As the designated heir of the Shihōin family, she was naturally outstanding in ability.
She immediately noticed Akira's lecherous gaze.
In response, the dark-skinned girl grinned, her delicate little fangs reflecting a dangerous light in the sunlight.
"Let's start from my left."
Akira glanced around and suddenly realized that if they followed the order, he and Aizen seemed to be the last two.
The assessment officially began.
Yoruichi Shihōin, in a black tight-fitting outfit, revealed a beautiful, slightly curved figure. In her teens, she had not yet shown the charm she would have a hundred years later.
But even so, it was still enough to captivate most people.
However, due to her identity, the students who fought her in Hakuda didn't dare to look up, fearing that they would be caught by the nearby Hishin Ōmaeda and then sent to the detention.
"Are you ready?"
"Y-Yes…"
Yoruichi chuckled lightly, her figure suddenly appearing in front of the opponent like a ghost, her slender fingers moving like playing a harp, pressing against the opponent's unguarded chest.
What seemed like a harmless move exploded with astonishing impact in the next moment.
The sound of flesh meeting flesh, just the release of pure power, echoed like thunder.
In the next instant.
The student's pale face turned bright red, as if all the blood in his body had pooled in his face.
After a brief stalemate, he flew out like a cannonball, crashing into the classroom wall and sticking to it like a painting.
A one-hit knockout without any suspense!
Akira's eyes widened.
Good heavens!
Was Yoruichi Shihōin already this violent at this time?
"Unsteady steps, weak limbs."
Yoruichi commented, "Not even the most basic vigilance. Hishin, the students you teach are getting worse."
Hishin Ōmaeda broke out in a cold sweat, only able to smile awkwardly, not daring to refute.
No one knew better than him the strength of Yoruichi Shihōin at this moment.
Even without considering spiritual pressure, just in terms of technique, he couldn't compare to her.This was due to the talent gap between them.
"Next!"
Yoruichi was enthusiastic, seemingly taking pleasure in bullying the weak.
Considering her personality, it seemed she was really just having fun.
With the example set, the students went up one after another to get beaten.
Most were knocked down with a single punch, only a few talented ones could withstand a second one.
Of course, this was purely technique, without any spiritual pressure involved.
When the classroom was filled with students lying around, Yoruichi's gaze finally fell on Aizen and Akira.
"Next."
Yoruichi grinned.
Aizen hesitated for a moment, then calmly walked forward.
As before, Yoruichi only asked if he was ready, and when Aizen nodded, she launched her attack.
An unexpected event occurred.
Akira's eyes widened, a look of disbelief flashing in his eyes.
Aizen, was down?!
Just like the previous weaklings, it was a one-hit knockout without any suspense.
This undoubtedly refreshed Akira's understanding of the world.
Others might not know, but he knew.
In terms of talent, there were few in the entire Soul Society who could surpass Aizen.
Not even the five great noble families!
This was beyond doubt.
But looking at Aizen lying on the ground, weak and barely breathing, Akira was once again in a daze.
Seriously are you already planning on being lowkey.
"Another weakling."
Yoruichi didn't look at Aizen but focused on Akira, a dangerous aura surrounding her.
"You're the last one."
Like a cat playing with its prey, her slightly exposed fangs reflected extreme danger.
Yoruichi beckoned to Akira:
"Come on, boy, show me your Hakuda skills!"
Akira forced a very reluctant smile.
Although he wasn't worried about his talent being inferior to others due to Adeptus Maximus, converting talent into strength always took time.
As he hesitated, Hishin Ōmaeda urged loudly:
"Hurry up, Akira!"
"Don't think you can avoid the assessment with those low-level tricks!"
Akira calmed his mind and walked forward resolutely.
It's just getting beaten, right?
It's not like he hasn't been beaten before!
He had already planned to take a hit and then fall down like Aizen.
But…
Seeing Yoruichi's playful gaze, Akira's instincts screamed danger, his combat instincts flaring up sharply.
Damn it!
She's serious!
(t/n: and i wonder why )
Akira's pupils contracted, his senses heightened to the extreme, instinctively entering combat mode.
No questions, no preparation.
Yoruichi's slender fingers moved like playing a harp, finally clenching into a fist, stepping forward lightly.
Her thin fist, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, burst through the air, aiming straight for Akira's face!
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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.]]