[[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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Silence engulfed the bloodshed and death. When the single eye opened, its indifferent gaze fixed on the entire execution ground of Shin'ō Academy.
Everything froze at that moment.
Tiny black shadows spread across its deep body, countless branch-like extensions falling around Kisaragi Akira, as if stars were surrounding the moon, placing him at the center.
The bizarre scene, which he had never seen before, made him hesitant to act rashly.
The reishi in the air gradually solidified, gathering in front of the altar, forming a thin, emaciated figure.
Seeing this, Azashiro Sōya's eyes widened slightly, his calm expression instantly shattered.
He instinctively raised his right hand, trembling as he tried to touch the figure.
But when the figure's form and face became clear, Azashiro Sōya's expression froze.
It wasn't his sister?!
A face that was unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.
As the ink-like shadows continued to spread, one after another, blurry figures emerged from the reishi, like bamboo shoots after a rain.
Cold sweat dripped from Kisaragi Akira's forehead.
He roughly understood what was happening.
Due to the excessive release of spiritual pressure, the ritual had summoned too many responses from the One-Eyed God.
Then.
The reishi of the dead lingering in the execution ground were all "revived"!
If he remembered correctly.
Not long ago, Azashiro Sōya had said that almost his entire family had died in this execution ground.
As the figures gradually became clear and their presence grew heavier.
The once eerie execution ground began to transform into a bustling marketplace.
"What exactly happened?"
"Aren't I dead?"
"That guy in the white haori looks so arrogant."
"Why does my body feel a bit blurry…"
As countless confused questions echoed, the shadows in the execution ground began to boil, as if they were about to engulf everything.
"Kisaragi Akira, what exactly happened?"
Azashiro Sōya frowned deeply, feeling that the situation was getting out of his control.
These illusory beings in front of him were actually his former "family."
The gathering of over three hundred figures made the vast, deep pit feel crowded.
What was this?
A family meeting of the Azashiro clan?!
Azashiro Sōya had no attachment to his former family, a decaying clan filled with the stench of money, completely abandoning the honor of their ancestors, which led to their downfall.
It could be said that the extinction of the Azashiro clan was closely related to these people.
It was precisely because of their existence that he had endured decades of unbearable pain.
"Captain Azashiro, why don't you have a chat with your father?"
Kisaragi Akira cautiously suggested, "If I'm not mistaken, the middle-aged man with the receding hairline on your left should be your father."
Azashiro Sōya's face darkened, his blood pressure rising.
Although he had some understanding of this kid's unreliability, actually dealing with him still made him feel a bit defenseless.
That guy named Aizen was considered a genius.
To be able to get along with this kid for so long without killing him was admirable.
"Don't like your father?"
Kisaragi Akira pointed, "Then you must like your mother more. She's three meters to your left. You're welcome!"
Aizen quietly reminded from the side, "Say less, or I'll have to collect your corpse tonight."
Sensing Azashiro Sōya's murderous gaze, Kisaragi Akira chuckled awkwardly and wisely chose to back down.
Facing a captain-level badass.
It's better to be cautious.
Who knows if he's a killer like Unohana Retsu?
Azashiro Sōya's gaze swept over the familiar faces, searching for the one he cared about the most.
Back then, at the moment of being devoured by the execution Hollow, he awakened his Zanpakutō.
Urozakuro
Then, the nobles moment of repentance arrived.
Extreme pain covered the stands, and Azashiro Sōya slaughtered the high-ranking nobles in the most brutal way he could think of.
The stench of entrails and blood filled the execution ground, not even a complete corpse could be found.
Compared to the members of the Azashiro clan who died in the execution Hollow's mouth, the nobles' suffering was several times, even dozens or hundreds of times worse.
But Azashiro Sōya did not find spiritual redemption after his revenge.
On the contrary, his heart was emptier than ever, having lost everything he cherished, he could only walk forward aimlessly on an endless path.
In the days that followed, he temporarily came to terms with it, deciding to make his sister's dying words his life's goal, to become a powerful Shinigami.
Decades later, he became the eighth Kenpachi.
Azashiro Sōya strictly adhered to the code of conduct of a Shinigami, perfectly fulfilling his sister's last wish.
"Northwest direction, in the cell on the wall."
As Azashiro Sōya searched, the silent Aizen suddenly spoke up.
As soon as he finished speaking, Azashiro Sōya turned into countless white light particles and shattered instantly, disappearing from their sight.
"Is your observation that sharp, Sōsuke?"
Kisaragi Akira exclaimed, "I didn't expect you to find his sister's trace from such a distance."
"No."
Aizen shook his head, correcting, "I didn't find her trace, I guessed she should be there."
"There's only one cell in the entire execution ground."
"Based on Azashiro Sōya's story, when the Azashiro family members were executed, he was locked in the cell, witnessing his relatives die one by one."
"If his sister cared about him as much as the story suggests, she would definitely appear in the cell."
Hearing this, Kisaragi Akira took a deep breath.
Sōsuke's brain really works well.
Calm under pressure, thinking clearly, quick-witted.
Such a person can achieve great things no matter what they do.
Compared to the useless Soul Society members, Aizen is a complete all-rounder.
With such a friend, how could great things not be accomplished?
As Kisaragi Akira pondered what great things to do, a discordant voice came from the "revived" crowd.
"Damn it, that Azashiro brat dared to treat me like this!"
"Indeed, the punishment was too light."
"Not torturing that brat to death was our oversight."
"By the way, what's going on now, why are we mixed with these lowlifes?"
"Where are the Shinigami, those idiots?!"
Obscene curses mixed with angry shouts echoed continuously in the crowded execution ground.
As the "revived" nobles vented their lingering fear and anger from their previous lives, a figure suddenly pushed aside the illusory figures on both sides and appeared in front of them.
Kisaragi Akira looked at the ugly faces, feeling an inexplicable sense of disgust.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, spiritual pressure surged, and the massive shadow behind him erupted, covering everything in front like a tide.
Since you're already dead, disappear completely.
May Mimihagi-sama bless you forever…
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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.]]