"Mimihagi..." Aizen looked puzzled, having never heard such a name before.
But judging from the phrase "the thing that commemorates the Spirit King's right arm", if everything Akira said was true, this one-eyed great god named Mimihagi might indeed hold a great secret.
"So, do you believe in gods, young man?" Akira rolled off the bed, striking a pose like a mystical guru. An air of profound mystery emanated from him, momentarily fooling his opponent.
Aizen, however, quickly came to his senses, rubbing his forehead and sighing helplessly.
He had a feeling that, under someone's influence, his path was veering towards some unpredictable abyss.
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In the dojo classroom, two figures faced off, gripping bamboo swords.
Their auras clashed fiercely, a valiant killing intent spreading wildly — or so Akira imagined. In reality, under Uruoi's merciless pressure, he was already considering admitting his mistake.
But he hesitated. He had worked hard to establish his persona as a great, handsome and trustworthy Shrine Priest at the Shin'ō Academy. If he admitted his error so easily, how would he deceive the gullible in the future? What about his sweet money?
"You little brat." Uruoi growled, his forehead veins bulging, "It's one thing to fool others normally, but this time you've gone too far. You've fooled Lord Sōjun Kuchiki! You don't seem to know how to write the word 'death'! It's fortunate Lord Sōjun didn't hold it against you, otherwise..."
He trailed off with a menacing hmph hmph.
Akira frowned, "That rich bastard is from the Kuchiki family? Sōjun Kuchiki... such a familiar name."
Ignoring his muttering, Uruoi raised his bamboo sword. His aura surged violently, forming an invisible whirlwind around him.
"Words are useless. I must teach you a profound lesson to make you remember your mistake. Be careful, Kisaragi. This time, I, your teacher, won't show any mercy!" His body sank slightly, his shoulders dropping as he suppressed his anger. The violent aura vanished momentarily.
In the next instant, that withdrawn aura erupted!
Uruoi charged forward like a fierce tiger descending a mountain, his bamboo sword raised high. The sharp strike fell straight down, as if to cleave the very air in two.
As the designated homeroom teacher for elite students, he was exceptional in Zanjutsu and Hohō, despite his average Reiatsu. If not for his slightly lower Reiatsu, he would have been at least an officer-level Shinigami, rather than teaching full-time at the Shin'ō Academy.
Enormous pressure bore down as the flat bamboo sword transformed into a tiger's bloody maw. A faint roar seemed to echo, deafening to the ears.
Akira drew in a sharp breath, instinctively raising his sword to defend.
Whack!!
The loud impact plunged the dojo into silence, countless gazes focusing on the two.
The other students were already used to Uruoi beating Akira. But surprisingly, today their teacher seemed particularly serious. Even more surprising was that the famous shrine priest's performance seemed a bit above par.
"He… he actually blocked it?!"
"This Akira kid's Hakuda skills were already monstrous, and now his Zanjutsu is this strong too?"
"No wonder my father warned me not to underestimate anyone. The Shin'ō Academy truly is full of hidden talents!"
Aizen's expression remained calm, but his slightly flickering gaze revealed a hint of interest.
Previously, Akira's Hakuda combat with Yoruichi wasn't enough to determine his talent. But if his Zanjutsu was as impressive as his hand-to-hand skills... Then he could be certain that this friend of his was a genius just like himself!
Uruoi's attack was astonishing, his bamboo sword becoming a storm of strikes, weaving a net of heaven and earth, trapping Akira within. It seemed he could be utterly destroyed at any moment!
Caught in the onslaught, Akira was in dire straits.
His fraudulent teacher's battle experience was on a completely different level from Yoruichi's. The age difference meant that Uruoi had been through more battles than the young woman had eaten meals.
The method of learning and countering moves on the fly simply couldn't apply to the current scenario. He could only rely on his inherent combat skills to respond.
He was now like a small boat on a turbulent sea, on the verge of total collapse at any moment. If he hadn't completed the Check-in at Unohana's place and greatly increased his Zanjutsu level, he might have fallen in the first round of confrontation.
But what he didn't know was that Uruoi was even more surprised at this moment.
As a homeroom teacher, he was very familiar with the abilities of each student, even the often irritating Akira. His Hakuda skills had already given him quite a surprise. He didn't expect that in such a short time, this kid's Zanjutsu had also improved to another level.
Is this what they call a genius?
Thinking of this, Uruoi couldn't help but feel a bit more appreciative of talent, and then...
He struck even harder! An untended sapling grows crooked; an undisciplined person becomes unruly. As an elite teacher, he must guide every genius back to the right path!
This was his responsibility!
The sudden increase in pressure made Akira suffer greatly. Gritting his teeth, he desperately sought a way to break the deadlock.
Surrendering was out of the question. Even if he did, he'd still get beaten. His stinky teacher was just that straightforward.
"Realize your mistake, kid." Uruoi increased his force again, his footwork shifting, forcing Akira to retreat repeatedly until he was less than three meters from the wall, "Go and repent for your mistakes properly, then get back on the right track!"
Roaring, he gripped the sword with both hands, swinging down with the force of splitting a mountain — a move without frills, just pure power and speed. And a tiny bit of Reiatsu.
Akira held his breath, focusing intently. His Heart of a God exerted itself to the utmost, his MAX-level talent instantly reaching its peak.
The world in his eyes seemed to freeze.
Uruoi's technique was dissected into dozens of parts in an instant — power techniques, Reiatsu flow, strengths and weaknesses — everything was grasped in the shortest time.
Akira's eyes flickered with light, brilliant as the stars.
There's no need to be stronger than you. Just a moment of carelessness, and I can seize the rhythm of victory!
His fingers gripped tightly, the bamboo sword's handle emitting a creaking lament. All his strength focused on it, strands of bamboo fiber snapping and bursting.
This strike, he blocked it! His legs slightly bent, arms crossed, blocking his ugly teacher's sure-kill strike in an odd posture.
Looking at the young face so close, Uruoi's gaze suddenly froze. It seemed his teaching purpose had failed…
Akira raised his head, grinning, "Teacher, have you ever been defeated?"
An inexplicable sense of foreboding spread in Uruoi's heart.
Before he could answer, Akira closed in, the bamboo sword sliding down askew, countless bamboo fibers completely bursting.
Uruoi's eyes widened, his gaze revealing disbelief as a violent sound echoed in his ears. The broken bamboo sword fell directly on his chest.
The next moment, he flew past countless shocked gazes to the end of the dojo, tracing a beautiful parabola before finally landing on the wooden door at the entrance.
Boom!!
On this day, Akira's name resounded throughout the Shin'ō Academy.
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