Chapter 221 – 221 ⥤ Your Power is Too Great

Akira had to admit that the Quincy were far more eccentric than he had anticipated.

Though he’d only been promoted to the Sternritter for a few days, challengers kept appearing one after another. Now he’d even drawn the attention of Gerard Valkyrie and Pernida Parnkgjas from the Schutzstaffel.

Still, this worked out well — it saved him quite a bit of trouble.

“Gu…” The small figure shrouded in a white cloak made an incomprehensible sound.

Gerard turned back in displeasure, his Reiatsu surging like golden flames that distorted the surrounding air.

“You fool, I can’t understand what you’re saying. Why would (Lille) Barro send someone like you here?!”

Under the cloak, Pernida’s bulb-like eyes flickered, clearly dissatisfied with Gerard’s attitude.

“Oh, let me translate.” Akira said, raising his hand, “He means don’t make too big a scene, or the Captain won’t let you off.”

Gerard’s expression turned puzzled, “You can actually understand what Pernida is saying?”

Akira smiled confidently without answering, but the answer was written all over his face.

Having often bantered with Mimihagi, understanding chaotic and disordered speech patterns was child’s play for him. Even when the Left Arm of the Soul King spoke more complexly, he could easily translate it.

Pernida was also surprised, its bulb-like eyes staring at him, lost in thought.

In the Wandenreich, only Lille Barro could barely understand what it said, and most of the time he had to guess based on context. Sometimes, he would even add his own interpretations.

Usually, the meaning he expressed had slight differences from what Pernida actually meant.

But surprisingly, this newcomer could perfectly understand its words.

This was really… too delightful.

Pernida stared intently at Akira, afraid to let him out of its sight. It had decided: even if the opponent was Gerard, it wouldn’t let him harm this person.

The only one who could understand its words — let me protect your life.

“It doesn’t matter.” Gerard burst forth with intense confidence, pulling back his cloak to reveal a perfect body like a Greek statue, his flowing lines on display as he struck a classical bodybuilding pose, “If you die by my hand, it only proves you lack strength and are unqualified to serve His Majesty.”

Perhaps due to Pernida’s earlier warning, he seemed somewhat restrained. He didn’t even draw his Spirit Weapon, Hoffnung (Sword of Hope), charging in empty-handed.

Boom!

Gerard’s punch missed, carving a massive crater into the ground as debris flew and cracks spiderwebbed outward.

“Hmm? That’s quite skilled Hirenkyaku, kid.” He raised his head, bloodthirst gleaming in his eyes behind the mask, “But how long do you plan to dodge? Or perhaps… you don’t care if our battle affects these worthless ones?”

The Quincy who had delivered meals earlier had told Gerard much about Akira, particularly how he genuinely cared for his subordinates — unlike other Sternritter members.

Looking at the battle-eager fool, Akira’s mouth twisted into a grin, his familiar demon’s smile returning.

He didn’t dislike fighting — in fact, he could be called battle-hungry. Why else would he keep visiting the 1st Division to get beaten up every few days?

But there was one thing he truly hated: when others used people or things to threaten him.

Back when Sōya Azashiro threatened him with the Sakahone District, he had fought without hesitation, showing no fear. Now a mere evolved heart dared to bark so wildly. Really…

Akira reached out and removed his Sternritter uniform cloak, casually tossing it to the watching Quincy. With one hand undoing the fastenings, his perfectly muscled body came into view.

“Oh oh, the Captain is getting serious!”

“Want to place bets?”

“Three moves, no more than that.”

“Fool, the opponent is Lord Gerard Valkyrie of the Schutzstaffel — you don’t think he’s as weak as Bazz-B, do you?”

“Then, four moves?”

Sōken silently took out his family’s Sanrei Glove and squeezed into the crowd.

After these days of interaction, he had gained a clear understanding of this man who served as Wandenreich Vanguard Captain, Combat Instructor, and Captain of the 11th Division of the Gotei 13.

Very strong. The kind of strong where the upper limit couldn’t be estimated.

He still couldn’t forget what he had asked Akira that day.

Worried about their undercover activities, he had asked Akira if they could escape safely if the Sternritter discovered and surrounded them.

His own death didn’t matter, but Akira absolutely couldn’t come to harm in the Wandenreich. This was Sōken’s resolution.

However, what answered him was a confident, cheerful laugh.

“Don’t worry. Even if Yhwach wakes up, we can leave safely.”

Perhaps because of Akira’s recent remarkable performance, Sōken actually believed these words.

Just as everyone was chattering, the battle erupted again.

With blinding Hirenkyaku, Gerard’s towering figure charged forward, the floor crumbling beneath his feet. Wrapped in flame-like golden Reiatsu, he raised his right fist high and struck downward.

The absolute power from the Soul King’s Heart burst forth. The air groaned under pressure as massive currents split around his thick arm.

This punch seemed to pierce through space itself!

Watching the meteor-like fist attack, Akira grinned fiercely.

“Comparing fists with me? You’re ten thousand years too early!”

In the instant his arms spread, patterns symbolizing Blut Arterie appeared on his perfect body. Flesh shifted and bones ground together, bursting forth with sounds like clashing metal.

Fingers closing, fist clenched, direct punch!

“Take my—”

⤫ Blutstil: Donnerschmettern ⥤ Blood Style: Thunder Smash! ⤬

Their fists collided on the training ground. A massive boom erupted as visible shock waves surged forth, terrifying ripples spreading out with the two at their center.

No fancy abilities, no overwhelming Reiatsu — only the purest collision of power.

Gerard’s expression changed drastically as pain shot from his knuckles through his nerves, followed by an overwhelming flood of force.

Under countless shocked gazes, that towering body cracked like a clay statue baking under the sun, an ugly sight with a hint of the bizarre.

“A miracle?” Gerard’s eyes filled with disbelief, his face showing utter incredulity.

He had considered the possibility of defeat but never imagined it would be so decisive. What had just occurred perfectly matched his Schrift — a genuine miracle.

This newcomer was terrifyingly strong!

But his whispered words reached Akira’s ears, immediately causing someone to furrow their brows.

He knew Gerard’s ability well, The Miracle and its Damage Empowerment. If killed by an enemy, he would resurrect, and each resurrection would make him stronger than before.

However, given the current display of power, even doubling Gerard’s strength wouldn’t pose any threat. The gap between them existed on entirely different dimensions.

At that moment, Gerard raised his crack-covered left hand, materialized a Reishi sword, and — without hesitation — pierced his own skull. His massive body crashed to the ground.

The devastated battlefield fell into dead silence. The Quincy stared in disbelief.

Had he taken his own life, unable to bear the shame of defeat at Captain Senju’s hands?

Yet regarding the death of this Schutzstaffel member, the Quincy felt no sadness — they could barely suppress their laughter.

Indeed, Captain Senju was the strongest Quincy!

As they gazed at Akira’s proud figure standing with arms crossed, their eyes shone with admiration. Such an invincible existence was truly worthy of their allegiance!

However, the man himself remained vigilant despite Gerard’s death. He watched the fallen body with interest, awaiting the second resurrection.

Under his watchful gaze, Reishi gathered in the air. A massive pillar of light suddenly shot skyward!

The earth trembled as waves of Reiatsu surged wildly, tearing apart the ground and flowing with tremendous force.

From within the light pillar emerged a giant comparable to Sajin’s Bankai. Its oppressive presence swept across the training ground, leaving the onlookers gasping for breath.

The entire field fell silent, all eyes fixed on the scene. Before such a terrifying figure, the Quincy stood speechless, their eyes wide with undisguised fear.

“The Schrift { M } symbolizes the Miracle. My power exchanges injuries received for divine magnitude!” Gerard’s eyes had turned completely white, like those of someone with late-stage cataracts. His axe-carved face twisted into a maniacal smile, “Prepare to die.”

The difference in size made Akira appear like an ant before Gerard. Yet he showed no panic, merely stretching his arms as his joints made sounds like grinding metal.

“The more severely you’re beaten, the stronger you become — truly befitting of { M }.” He shook his head, “Unfortunately, I’m still stronger than you.”

His tone was calm, as if stating an obvious truth.

Such casual dismissal naturally enraged Gerard, who prided himself as the strongest Knight.

The giant figure immediately tore off a nearby tower and hurled it at Akira. Its immense power sent the broken spire falling like a meteor.

Boom!

The ground collapsed, sending up clouds of dust in every direction.

Gerard exhaled forcefully, his breath dispersing the dust — but Akira had vanished.

A voice rang out behind him. The giant spun around to see a figure standing on glowing Reishi platforms in the sky.

Akira stood with arms crossed, facing the giant with commanding presence, “Gerard, your power is too great.”

Hearing this, Gerard’s lips curled into a grin, “Even if you beg for mercy now, it’s too late. Miracles won’t happen for you…”

But before he could finish, he noticed Akira’s expression turn grave.

“So I apologize, but I cannot allow you to continue running wild.” His arms spread wide as massive amounts of Reishi swirled around his body.

⤫ Schrift: W ⥤ Sacred Letter: The World

! ⤬

⤫ Blutstil: Sofortige Tausend Schläge ⥤ Blood Style: Instantaneous Thousand Strikes ⤬

“What?!” Gerard’s pupils contracted as Akira vanished from view. Before he could react, countless afterimages filled his vision.

The devastating attack descended. Fierce winds howled as earth-shattering power crashed into the giant’s towering form.

Pain — ten times more intense than before — surged through him as Gerard let out a defeated roar, his entire skeleton shattering instantly.

The Quincy stood dumbfounded. They knew their instructor was strong but never imagined such power. Gerard’s form had been terrifying enough to make them suffocate, yet Akira had crushed such a formidable existence in moments.

The giant’s body slammed into the ground, stirring up clouds of dust that darkened the sky, completely immobilized.

Pernida’s eyes flickered as they watched the figure hovering in the sky, making indecipherable sounds. They had been ready to aid the newcomer in a critical moment, but surprisingly, this recruit possessed strength far beyond Gerard’s.

Even after activating divine magnitude, he had been thoroughly defeated.

Akira appeared above Gerard with a Hirenkyaku, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

Speaking of which, was { M }’s resurrection truly unlimited? Perhaps he should test how many times Gerard could resurrect.

Perhaps due to spending too much time with Aizen, Akira’s curiosity had grown quite intense.

But just as he was about to put his idea into action, a giant scale apparition materialized above them, and another massive Reiatsu manifested on the training ground.

Jugram stood with sword in one hand and shield in the other, like a true knight.

“That’s enough, Hashirama. If this continues, Gerard will die.”

Hearing this, Akira reluctantly withdrew his Reiatsu.

What a shame. To think a member of the Schutzstaffel would be so weak — it seemed he had overestimated the current strength of the Wandenreich.

Ignoring Yhwach, who had become Sleeping Beauty, the rest were nothing but small fry.

Akira returned to the crowd, raising his right hand like a victorious boxer who had defended his title. The Quincy immediately erupted in deafening cheers.

“As expected of Lord Senju!”

“How exciting, it’s rare to see such a battle between strong warriors!”

“Captain Senju, we adore you!”

Jugram stood in the air, watching this bizarre scene from a distance, countless thoughts rushing through his mind, yet unable to speak a word.

Strange, too strange. What kind of charisma could make the Quincy act so fervently? Even when facing him, these people wouldn’t show such respect.

In truth, when Gerard’s Reiatsu had first erupted, he had already arrived at a nearby tower to observe the battle. He had planned to save “Hashirama Senju” at the critical moment.

Unexpectedly, the one who needed saving was Gerard.

Because he hadn’t been granted any power, Gerard’s Schrift ability was very limited — if killed too many times, he would truly die.

However, in a place where no one noticed, a small figure silently mixed into the crowd, lamp-like eyes fixed intently on Akira ahead.

“Gu…”

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