[[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 black light enveloped the sky, signaling the ominous presence of Death.
Standing on the corpse, Kisaragi Akira's pupils contracted sharply. He never expected several Shinigami to suddenly appear at this moment, and judging by their Shunpo speed, they were seated officer-level.
But a new problem arose.
Didn't these assassins gather accurate intelligence before executing their mission?
Who told them that Seated officer-level Shinigami could complete this assassination task?
Akira stood his ground, surveying his surroundings with a fierce smile on his lips.
To survive in the brutal environment of the Sakahone District, mere mercy was far from enough!
In Aizen's shocked gaze, Akira's usually carefree demeanor underwent a drastic transformation. Intense killing intent surged like magma from a volcano, radiating from the Akira.
A chilling coldness mixed with the killing intent, precisely enveloping the attacking Assasins, causing their breaths to hitch.
Unlike his battle with Matsuhita Takeo, Akira now seemed to have torn off his bloody facade, revealing his true self.
(t/n: Matsuhita Takeo is the poor guy who challanged mc back in chapter 13. Some might remember him as the guy who wanted to be a captain)
If one had to compare, Akira at this moment resembled Unohana Retsu, whom he had seen in the 4th Division!
Aizen calmed himself, his eyes narrowing as he watched the center of the battlefield with a serene gaze.
Brilliant blood flowers splattered, blooming freely in the air.
In the high-pitched sound of metal clashing, the assassins pupils reflected shock and horror.
The Zanpakutō vibrated, transforming into a cunning attack angle at Akira's side. As the blade light intertwined, it wove an inescapable net!
Shikei Ryu: Kumo no Wakare!
(Death Sword Style: Parting Clouds)
The blade fell, as if an invisible hand pushed the attackers aside. The dazzling blade light, accompanied by a bone-chilling cold, pierced the attackers' bodies.
The air trembled, the blade pierced, and in the silence, the sound of flesh tearing erupted, blooming several more blood flowers, adding beauty to the battlefield.
With just one strike, several figures fell heavily to the blood-soaked ground, their eyes wide with disbelief.
Even in death, they couldn't believe that a mere student from the Shin'ō Academy displayed strength far surpassing that of seated officers.
Takemoto Shinoya's eyes were filled with fear, his hands tightly gripping his Zanpakutō, the tip raised towards the front.
He couldn't understand, nor could he believe it.
What was supposed to be a sure-fire assassination mission had turned upside down in an instant, so fast that even he couldn't react.
Who provided this faulty intelligence?! Your Seated officers Shinigami have this kind of strength?!
The intelligence error led to the mission's complete failure.
After the initial clash, only he remained.
"Rebels?"
Akira's blade tip lowered, a drop of blood rolling off the bright blade, merging with the sticky blood below.
The opponent remained silent.
"No matter, the Second Division will pry your mouth open."
Akira had no intention of interrogating. He prided himself on not having offended anyone. If he had to say, he had only killed a traitorous Shinigami at Santeiji Temple.
Then…
He suddenly remembered something, raising an eyebrow in surprise: "Kuchiki family?"
Hearing this, Takemoto's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly regained his composure, a resolute look flashing in his eyes.
He knew that in this situation, the opponent could kill him easily.
The only reason he hadn't been killed was that the opponent wanted more information from him.
As a former member of the Gotei-13, Takemoto knew the Second Division's methods well.
Even a captain would spill all the information.
Recalling some dark memories, Takemoto shivered, then looked forward with fierce eyes.
At this moment, Akira was walking towards him with his blade.
"Hmph, we will never surrender!" With that, Takemoto decisively plunged his blade into his abdomen.
Squelch—
The blade was sharp, clean, and swift.
Takemoto looked at the boy's suddenly anxious face, feeling a sense of satisfaction.
Although he couldn't kill him, he had preserved the information.
This mission wasn't a complete failure!
Akira walked up to Takemoto and sighed helplessly:
"Why did you have to do this?"
"The mission was almost over, and now I have to work overtime."
Takemoto Shinya's mouth filled with blood, unable to speak. Listening to the boy's sigh, his satisfaction grew.
As long as he didn't let the enemy succeed…
Wait, why is he undressing?!
Takemoto Shinya's eyes widened, unable to comprehend the boy's actions.
Akira pulled out a set of common ritual attire from somewhere and began changing clothes right there on the bloody battlefield.
Aizen sighed helplessly.
Despite everything, Akira was still the same unreliable Akira.
Wooden table, incense, teacup, gohei…
When Akira was ready, he noticed that the assassin was still alive.
"Looks like your seppuku technique needs practice."
"If you get another chance, make sure to practice."
With that, Akira ended Takemoto's life with a single slash.
"Death is not an escape from reality."
"Especially not in front of the me."
The water in the teacup began to ripple, circles of ripples spreading out, bouncing back upon hitting the cup's edge.
Finally, when everything calmed down again, faces filled with fear and disbelief appeared.
Takemoto couldn't believe it.
Why could he still see this boy after death? Did the boy die too?
As he wondered, Akira dipped his finger into the teacup.
Instantly, excruciating pain erupted from the depths of his soul, as if being torn into countless pieces and forcibly stitched back together.
At the same time, a familiar voice echoed in his ears: "Confess all the information, and you'll get a quick death."
Before Takemoto could react, his comrades had already spilled everything.
This inhuman torture could break even the most resolute Shinigami.
No one could endure the pain of a soul being torn apart.
Extracting information from the dead, Akira frowned, feeling he had overlooked something.
The [Spidey Sense]'s warning hadn't subsided, indicating the situation wasn't safe.
Akira's heart tightened.
Could there be more stronger enemies?
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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.]]