Chapter 102 – 102 ⥤ Don’t Try to Speak, Please! I’m Trying to Kill You Here!

The moment he saw Aizen, Akira’s confidence surged, and his depleted Reiatsu spontaneously replenished itself.

Though this control maniac rarely displayed his true power, the subtle hints during their time living together made one thing clear — he was always stronger, never weaker, than Akira.

Especially in terms of Reiatsu, Aizen was overwhelmingly powerful. Without exaggeration, if he claimed to have Captain-level Reiatsu now, Akira would believe it without question.

Among Soul Society’s many powerful individuals, Aizen stood out as its undisputed genius!

Power was just one aspect. More importantly, Aizen’s presence sharpened Akira’s mind, letting him instantly formulate combat strategies and notice details he’d missed before.

That flamboyant figure who’d introduced himself — could it be Szayelaporro Granz? The incomplete Espada No. 8?!

How had this Adjuchas become so powerful? And judging by his appearance, he hadn’t even reached Arrancar level yet.

Had he… released?

As Akira pondered Szayelaporro’s situation, Aizen’s composure beside him began to crack.

Before stepping out of the Bakudō barrier, he’d considered various ways Akira might react.

Perhaps treating him as an enemy and striking to kill immediately, or seeing him as Soul Society reinforcements — greeting him warmly before dumping the Vasto Lorde on him and fleeing…

The one thing he hadn’t expected was instant recognition, despite his disguises.

Just how deep was this guy’s obsession with him?

{T/N: Obsessed enough to know where the psychopath is in the room. Never lose sight of him!}

“That’s not me, don’t make wild accusations.” Aizen tried to protest one last time.

Akira snapped from his thoughts, studying the shadowy figure with his adult height, rugged voice, and completely altered Reiatsu.

Finally, his lips curled into a contemptuous sneer.

Veins bulged faintly on Aizen’s forehead. If not for the dire situation, he would have drawn Kyoka Suigetsu and given this guy a good slash.

Being looked down upon by such a mindless fellow was truly humiliating.

Though uncertain exactly what had gone wrong, this bastard had clearly identified him. There was no point arguing now — dealing with the enemy before them took priority.

In a daze, Aizen recalled his original purpose here.

He’d only meant to capture a Gillian that had invaded Soul Society — how had things escalated so far?

Several days ago, he’d detected unstable spatial conditions above this plain and Menos Reiatsu leaking into Soul Society. He’d specifically requested a mission from Kirio to search for ingredients, planning to lie in wait here.

The early developments had gone exactly as predicted — the prey proved no match for him, and with two Hadō spells, he’d captured a dying Gillian.

But when Akira appeared, everything began to derail.

When he saw that familiar figure, Aizen’s heart skipped a beat. From his experience with this priest, wherever he appeared, situations inevitably spiraled into chaos, regardless of their initial scale.

As expected, he was right.

The appearance of the Gillian group remained manageable. But when someone blasted Szayelaporro out of the Garganta, Aizen knew he had to act.

No matter how foolish this guy was, Aizen couldn’t simply watch him die…

At this thought, Aizen gazed toward Szayelaporro in the distance, a long-dormant killing intent rising in his heart.

“Sōsuke, what’s our strategy?” Akira asked the shadowy figure beside him directly.

Aizen gave him a measured look and replied quietly, “Same as before. You lead the attack, I’ll provide Kidō support.”

“Fine by me.” Akira agreed without hesitation.

His quick agreement stemmed mainly from spite — Szayelaporro had nearly finished him with one Cero. How could he show his face in Soul Society and the 11th Division without getting payback?

After all, which Kenpachi hadn’t slain Vasto Lordes? How could he fail so pathetically?

No way — he had to fight back!

“Don’t aim to defeat or kill him — just hold out until help arrives. If Szayelaporro values his life, he’ll retreat.” Aizen cautioned, concerned this guy might get caught in a deadly battle with the Vasto Lorde.

“I know what I’m doing, relax.” Akira thumped his chest confidently.

Aizen assessed his condition and noticed something remarkable — despite taking Szayelaporro’s Cero head-on earlier, he didn’t have a single scratch.

With Spiritual Body defense rivaling a Menos Grande, he could handle the front-line assault — provided he maintained control.

As these thoughts crossed his mind, Akira spat into his palm twice, vigorously rubbed his hands together, and stripped off his tattered haori and Shihakushō, securing them around his waist.

These unnecessary outer garments would only hinder his strikes.

Battle preparations complete, his fighting spirit surged as he faced Szayelaporro’s elegant stance in the distance, a fierce grin spreading across his face.

“Those who violate our territory, I shall strike them down!”

⤫ Denkaen Henkō ⥤ Electric Flame Transformation! ⤬

The moment those words left his lips, Reiatsu erupted violently. Purple flames blazed fiercely as white lightning coursed through them, enveloping his body in an overwhelming pressure.

Facing the Vasto Lorde Szayelaporro, Akira took no chances. He immediately activated his strongest state, fully triggering all Kidō patterns, his fingers clenching into a fist with an audible crack.

⤫ Shunpo ⥤ Flash Steps ⤬

With a savage grin, the youth became a living battering ram, flash-stepping forward, charging straight through Szayelaporro’s materialized Reiatsu!

Boom!

Visible ripples spread rapidly, forming concentric waves of force.

Bewilderment flashed across Szayelaporro’s eyes. From the moment that shadowy figure wreathed in Kidō light appeared, he had sensed something unusual.

He’d assumed they were Soul Society reinforcements, but never expected this young Shinigami — whom he’d already marked as a test subject — would dare to attack.

“Isn’t this a bit too arrogant?”

Szayelaporro narrowed his eyes, spreading his five fingers. Dense Reiatsu coated them, with barely perceptible pale purple flowing between.

Come, touch it. Once you make contact with my specially crafted Reishi toxin, you’ll lose all ability to use Reiatsu. Then your body will belong to me.

A Shinigami with strength comparable to a Menos Grande — this is the first time I’ve seen one.

It really makes one—

The smile on Szayelaporro’s face vanished as Akira’s attack landed, his expression freezing.

⤫ Genshiki-ryū: Kaze no Tatsumaki ⥤ Origin Style: Wind Tornado! ⤬

The charging straight punch suddenly transformed into a side kick, channeling all the power of his twisting waist.

Before Szayelaporro could curse, the devastating force sent him flying, his body bent at a ninety-degree angle, face contorted in pain.

His figure scraped violently through the air with an ear-splitting whistle before crashing hard into the plain’s edge, kicking up dust clouds.

Akira pressed his advantage, giving his opponent no chance to recover. Against a far stronger opponent, allowing them to catch their breath would spell disaster.

Szayelaporro’s body carved a deep furrow in the scorched ground as unprecedented rage exploded in his chest, burning like flame.

“You insect, you—”

⤫ Hadō #63: Raikōhō ⥤ Thunder Roar Sear! ⤬

Before he could finish, Aizen completed his incantation. The Hadō burst forth with full Reiatsu!

Magnificent thunder transformed into an endless torrent. Twisted arcs of electricity burned the surrounding air, descending like divine punishment. The matchless pillar of light instantly engulfed the enemy.

Scorching heat eroded his external Reiatsu barrier, steadily wearing down his defenses.

Only then did Szayelaporro realize the Shinigami shrouded in hazy light was the true threat. The other brat might look intimidating, but his actual power was limited — he couldn’t cause serious harm.

With this thought, he narrowed his eyes, preparing to lock his released Reiatsu onto Aizen.

But before he could act, an arrogant figure appeared — Akira, wearing a fierce grin, descended like a divine warrior. His fist burned with raging flames that seemed capable of incinerating the very air.

“Heh, quite an intimidating stance.”

Yet Szayelaporro dismissed him. The enemy was too weak; perhaps after more growth, he might pose a threat. For now, he could only use cheap tricks to barely gain the upper hand.

“Wait…”

As Szayelaporro watched the figure falling like a meteor, sudden realization struck him, his pupils constricting.

“Is that… Reishi burning?!”

⤫ Genshiki-ryū: Kaen Hōsha ⥤ Origin Style: Flame Discharge! ⤬

In the instant the deafening air explosion resonated, the extended Reiatsu barrier shattered, and searing light burst forth.

Blood sprayed from his knuckles, instantly vaporizing in the intense heat as his skin cracked with fierce fissures, unable to contain this explosion of power.

Purple flames engulfed Akira’s entire body, making him blaze like the sun rising over the horizon.

He radiated violent light in all directions, illuminating everything in sight!

With a thunderous crack that split the air, his fist shattered Szayelaporro’s defense completely, dust swirling in the wake of his strike.

Then—

⤫ Genshiki-ryū: Ikkotsu ⥤ Origin Style: Single Bone! ⤬

Szayelaporro’s arrogance cost him dearly. As the fist crashed into his chest cavity, bones shattered with a sickening crunch. An overwhelming force surged through his entire body.

BOOM!!

A deafening explosion erupted as Szayelaporro rocketed backward, carving through the earth like a plow. Shock waves rippled across the plain in concentric circles.

From east to west, the impact sent dust clouds billowing skyward as the Vasto Lord carved a trench dozens of meters long before finally crashing into the ground.

Even Aizen stood stunned at this display of raw power.

He had known Akira was strong, but this level of strength was beyond his expectations.

Here was someone who possessed only the Reiatsu of a high-ranking Seated Officer — yet if his power grew further, he might one day rival even Captain-Commander Genryūsai Yamamoto himself.

Aizen shook his head at such an absurd thought.

Though Akira showed moments of brilliance when it mattered, such a possibility was simply unthinkable.

“Mask of blood and flesh, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! On the wall of blue flame, inscribe a twin lotus. In the abyss of conflagration, wait at the far heavens.”

⤫ Hadō #73: Sōren Sōkatsui ⥤ Twin Lotus Blue Fire, Crash Down! ⤬

A calm voice echoed across the empty plain as ghostly Kidō light bloomed from his fingertips, dazzling like spring’s most brilliant flowers.

Though he had mastered higher-numbered Hadō, Sōren Sōkatsui proved more suitable for this situation.

Aizen watched the rising smoke and dust, his Reiatsu locked onto Szayelaporro’s position, giving him no chance to recover. The moment their foe crashed into the deep crater, Hadō #73 followed.

Blue explosive flames surged forth, becoming a dazzling beam that lit up the dark sky, engulfing the figure within the dust!

BOOM!!

A heaven-shaking explosion erupted as the air instantly boiled!

The Hadō struck with perfect accuracy, yet Aizen’s brows furrowed as he stared at the endlessly swirling dust.

This Vasto Lorde was unnaturally powerful.

A distorted figure emerged from the dust — Szayelaporro stood before them, his chest caved in and body charred black. Yet his injuries were already healing rapidly.

“Mere insects…”

Seeing this, Akira’s teeth clenched — there was no way to win. Their opponent had activated damage immunity; even a full-power Ikkotsu only caused minor injuries.

How could they possibly defeat him?

Worse still, after these continuous battles, Akira’s Reiryoku was running low.

“The usual plan?” Akira glanced at his friend.

“I’ll try.” Aizen sighed, the Vasto Lorde’s strength far exceeding his expectations.

Adjuchas and Vasto Lordes existed in entirely different dimensions — there was simply no way to predict a Vasto Lorde’s true power.

Just as Aizen prepared to engage with full force to buy Akira time.

A scorching presence, like a falling sun, suddenly erupted from the Seireitei. Terrifying Reiatsu that made their scalps tingle transformed into an unmatched pillar of light, shooting skyward!

The threatening words died in Szayelaporro’s throat, his sneer frozen on his face as his neck turned like rusty gears.

When he spotted the approaching light pillar, cold sweat instantly soaked his steel skin…

{T/N: The bald eagle is coming, and he’s fast!}

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