"Burning down the training grounds, beating up teachers." Uruoi Kaoru chewed anxiously on his blood pressure medication — specially prescribed by Urahana — while glaring at the youth before him with bulging eyes, "Tell me, is there anything you wouldn't dare to do?!"
Hearing this, Akira pondered for a moment before responding seriously:
"I haven't kissed the school beauty yet..."
At these words, Uruoi's vision darkened and his blood pressure skyrocketed, leaving him gasping for air.
Fortunately, Urahana's custom blood pressure medication, though expensive, proved extremely effective and quickly stabilized his condition.
"This time you're getting a major demerit." Uruoi declared, having barely recovered. He waved his hand decisively, issuing the severe disciplinary action, "One more incident like this, and you can forget about graduating from the Shin'ō Academy!"
Akira took the disciplinary notice and examined the list of rule violations.
Wait a minute!
"Why is last Saturday's Central Dining Hall theft attributed to me?" He protested.
Although he used to occasionally feast at the Central Dining Hall, since inheriting the Azashiro family fortune, he hadn't done anything so undignified. These days when dining at the cafeteria, he simply orders double portions.
Don't ask why — when you're wealthy, you can do as you please.
Uruoi's expression froze. He furrowed his brow and said, "Wasn't it you? That day the Central Dining Hall lost nearly three days' worth of meat, and in my experience, you're the only one who could eat that much."
Akira was outraged.
Did this teacher think he was some kind of bottomless pit?! Even if he and Aizen ate together, they couldn't finish three days' worth of meat.
"Whatever, what's one more offense?" Uruoi waved his hand wearily, "Let's leave it at that. I'm sure you have other unreported violations anyway, so consider this making up for those."
With those words, he promptly began shooing him out. Just seeing this kid now gave him a headache — it was becoming almost Pavlovian.
{T/N: Referring to Pavlov's classical conditioning, where a stimulus automatically triggers a learned response — in this case, the mere sight of the MC immediately causing the old man to experience a headache.}
How had he not noticed during enrollment that this kid could be such a troublemaker?
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Akira trudged back to his dorm with the disciplinary notice, feeling dejected.
He never imagined that his casual conversation with Aizen would become a self-fulfilling prophecy, sealing his academic fate. Even if Uruoi wanted to help him after more violations, it would likely be impossible.
After all, Genryūsai's strict impartiality was legendary throughout the Shin'ō Academy. Students facing expulsion for rule violations, like Akira, were exceptionally rare.
He hadn't meant to cause trouble — everything had been accidental. Who could have predicted that the future Grand Kidō Chief would end up singed by a student's Hadō?
Though thinking about it now, he felt a hint of pride. Before even joining a division, he had managed to take down a Captain-level fighter. What might he achieve in two years?
Fortunately, his ego remained in check. Tessai had taken the full blast without defending himself and had only suffered minor injuries.
The power gap between them remained crystal clear.
"Got to work harder." He muttered to himself, "But first, let's check today's reward."
Three seconds later, Akira hurled a book to the ground, shouting:
"Great One-Eyed God above, what am I supposed to do with a cookbook?! Make some fucking chinese dishes or something?"
Looking at the cookbook on the ground, he hesitated before picking it up again. Though it seemed worthless to him, someone else might find it useful.
Three minutes later.
"Sōsuke!" He burst excitedly into the dorm room, "Look what I brought you!"
"A cookbook?" Aizen paused, puzzled by his friend's latest antics.
"That's right!" Akira announced proudly, "I found this in the Azashiro family collection. It has all kinds of delicious recipes, and just the tofu dishes alone number... Uh, well, there are lots anyway."
He recalled that his peculiar friend had a fondness for tofu dishes.
Sure enough, Aizen took the cookbook and began examining it with interest.
"Tell me something — is this Great Magic Panda Tofu really from the Azashiro collection?"
{T/N: This is probably a pun to a type of chinese art food, as well as a dish from a Chinese Anime called 'Chūka Ichiban!'.}
Akira's expression froze as cold sweat trickled down his forehead. The damned cookbook actually contained fucking chinese recipes?!
"Well, yes, the name is strange." He said with a forced laugh, "But the Azashiro family is an ancient noble house — it's only natural they'd collect unusual items. Study it well, I'll leave you to it."
Before Aizen could respond, Akira had vanished from the room.
Watching his friend's retreating figure, the smile faded from Aizen's face as his brows furrowed, and barely audible murmurs filled the empty room:
"A coincidence? Or has he noticed something..."
He had been exceptionally careful lately, moving in ways that even Captain-level beings would struggle to track. With Akira's current Reiatsu and detection abilities, he shouldn't be able to...
Suddenly, a faint light flickered in Aizen's eyes, as if he'd realized something significant.
"That strange intuitive instinct of his again? I'll need to be even more careful." His gaze drifted to the cookbook on the table, and after a moment's contemplation, the corners of his mouth curved upward, "Though perhaps this could serve as a convenient excuse..."
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After fleeing the dorm, Akira wandered around the Shin'ō Academy, debating whether to bring eggs as a peace offering to Tessai.
After all, he was his Kidō teacher and had been injured because of his actions.
"I hope Tsukabishi-sensei likes eggs."
Making sure no one was around, he materialized three boxes of premium eggs from thin air. These eggs, among his check-in rewards, were undoubtedly top-tier quality.
Perfect for visiting friends and family, travel — or arson and murder.
When Akira arrived at the infirmary with the eggs and was about to push open the door, he overheard voices from inside.
"Is that Akira guy's Kidō talent really that ridiculous?"
"More than that — his self-created Hadō, Red Cloud of White Lightning, has even impacted the existing Kidō system."
Akira recognized Tessai's voice and, driven by curiosity, pressed himself against the door to eavesdrop.
"The perfect fusion of Hadō #4, Byakurai, and Bakudō #21, Sekienton, created a new Kidō that's not only incredibly powerful but has a terrifying range. When it comes to Kidō talent, I'm no match for him..."
Akira nodded in agreement with this assessment.
However, just as he waited to hear more, the room suddenly went completely silent — even the sound of breathing became imperceptible.
His heart skipped a beat. Before he could react, the tightly closed door yanked open.
And in his surprise, Akira's body pitched forward, his entire face plunging into something soft...
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