[[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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"Sōsuke Aizen, you'll never inherit my legacy!"
Akira, with a face full of resentment, stepped forward with a wooden sword. He had just realized why Aizen had suddenly changed his usual low-key style.
It turned out he was waiting for him here.
Admiration between geniuses?
Bah, this guy just wants to trick him!
Feeling the curious gazes around him, Aizen sighed helplessly. His previous actions seemed to have been somewhat counterproductive.
To test Akira's true strength, he had put himself at risk.
But he couldn't suppress his curiosity.
As his only friend in the Shin'ō Academy.
Akira, let me see your true limits.
Standing against Unohana Retsu, Akira's face drooped long, and he said pitifully in a low voice:
"Captain Unohana, I was just talking nonsense before."
"Actually, I don't understand swordsmanship at all…"
Unohana Retsu smiled and responded, "It's okay, true swordsmansip doesn't lie."
As she finished speaking, Kisaragi Akira saw Unohana switch from holding the sword with one hand to holding it with both hands.
The gentle aura she had before disappeared, replaced by an extremely sharp and piercing edge.
Her gentle smile slowly faded, and her eyes slightly widened. Her warm face turned cold like a Devil, and Dense killing intent spread from her clothes.
It was as if endless darkness spread under her feet, turning the dojo into hell, with bone-chilling cold swallowing everything, and terrifying pressure covering the front.
As soon as Akira met Unohana's calm gaze, his danger instincts issued an unprecedented warning, a sharp ringing sound as if his nerves were about to snap.
In Akira's eyes, the bamboo sword, which originally posed no threat, was now covered in sticky, mottled blood.
Drip, drip, drip…
Unohana's smile remained, but it was no longer gentle.
Instead, it was filled with intense killing intent!
Without much hesitation, as soon as Akira gripped his bamboo sword, Unohana took the initiative to attack. With a light tap of her toes, she shot forward like an arrow.
The bamboo sword whistled through the air.
The air groaned under the pressure, as if being torn apart, with the airflow splitting to both sides.
Without using any spiritual pressure, relying solely on her understanding of swordsmanship and rich combat experience, Unohana unleashed astonishing sword techniques.
In an instant, the bamboo sword was inches away!
Akira's pupils contracted, his brain unable to think, his danger instincts erupting like a volcano, prompting him to unleash his strongest power instinctively.
The bamboo swords clashed, producing crisp sounds!
The two crossed paths, and Unohana's steps faltered.
With a light spin on her toes on the dojo floor, she turned around, using the momentum to press all her strength onto the bamboo sword, slashing diagonally!
She didn't unleash too much power, keeping it on par with Akira's level.
Otherwise, she would have crushed him without suspense in the first clash.
Even so, Unohana was still surprised by Akira's performance.
The power he displayed was far beyond what one would expect at this stage, even without using spiritual pressure, his swordsmanship still felt powerful and heavy.
It was as if he was wielding a stone pillar instead of a bamboo sword!
Akira's contracted pupils hadn't recovered, and after taking the first strike, the second sword technique followed immediately, giving no time to breathe.
The smooth bamboo sword, in his eyes, seemed like a sharp nail, stabbing straight at his throat.
Akira instinctively held his breath, tilting his neck back, narrowly avoiding the bamboo sword.
After narrowly avoiding this sword technique, he realized that he couldn't compare himself to the other students.
Otherwise, the outcome would be disastrous.
In just a few exchanges, the students watching from behind were already stunned.
With their limited understanding, they couldn't comprehend what was happening.
Not long ago, the swordsmanship duel between Aizen and Unohana had already exceeded the scope of these elite students.
And now, the swordsmanship duel between Akira and Unohana was even more thrilling.
Unohana Retsu had abandoned her instructive stance, her bamboo sword's trajectory was ruthless and fierce, a slight mistake could result in death.
Aizen's eyes sparkled with intense interest.
So, this is your true level?
Spiritual pressure, healing arts, swordsmanship, hand-to-hand combat, communication with shallow spirits, protective charms…
Akira, how many secrets are you hiding?
At this moment, Aizen's curiosity reached its peak.
The swordsmanship duel continued.
Unohana didn't give Akira any time to rest, lightly tapping her toes, she charged at Akira again.
This time, she changed her attack method.
As she approached, the light bamboo sword suddenly slowed down.
With the first clash, the rhythm of swordsmanship spread out.
It was like playing a heavy, ancient melody.
The deep and loud sounds intertwined, spreading a clear and distinct texture throughout the dojo.
The heavy tone was surrounded by pervasive killing intent, like mist, slowly spreading.
When Akira finally got used to Unohana's attack rhythm.
The bamboo sword's edge suddenly changed, the melody becoming extremely high-pitched and fierce.
The sound of the bamboo sword's strikes turned into a continuous storm, impacting the eardrums of the watching students.
At this stage.
Akira felt immense pressure, each time he received Unohana's sword technique, his arms trembled, and his hands went numb.
Fortunately.
The [Adeptus Maximus] was constantly at work.
Although he couldn't fully learn Unohana Retsu's sword techniques and style, absorbing a bit of knowledge wasn't difficult.
At this moment, Akira was like a dry sponge.
Greedily absorbing the swordsmanship knowledge Unohana Retsu was imparting.
[Swordsmanship: lv32, lv43, lv47, lv52, lv56…]
His swordsmanship level was rapidly increasing.
And Unohana Retsu noticed this too.
From barely managing to parry at the beginning, to later moving smoothly.
Akira's swordsmanship had leaped from an upper-middle level to the top level!
[Swordsmanship: lv60!]
In just a few minutes, his swordsmanship level had jumped several levels, reaching a level that even seated officers and vice-captains found hard to achieve!
When their bamboo swords crossed, presenting a scene of equal strength.
Unohana's lips curled slightly, she suddenly realized that the boy in front of her was a true Zanjutsu genius!
Thinking of this…
Her once dormant heart reignited with passion!
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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.]]