Chapter 251 – 251 ⥤ It’s Getting Cold, Put On Some Clothes

⤫ Burning Fist: Flame Rush Fist! ⤬

⤫ Blutstil: Aufprall-Kraftfaust ⥤ Blood Style: Charged Impact Fist! ⤬

Two powerful fighters clashed beneath countless burning gazes. An explosive roar drowned out the audience’s cheers, followed by a skyward burst of flames and wildly surging winds.

Bazz-B unleashed his Schrift’s power at the last moment — understandable, given the circumstances. When facing life-or-death situations, people instinctively tap into their full potential, pushing beyond normal limits in their desperate bid for survival.

Combining Schrift { H } with Blut Arterie and activating the Vollständig, Bazz-B felt his entire being ignite. An unprecedented power surged through him, as if he’d transformed into the very sun blazing in the dome above!

Power, dominance, strength!

Their fists collided with a terrifying impact, peeling away the ground layer by layer.

Akira’s eyes lit up as he felt the force transmitted through his knuckles. It had been a while since he’d encountered such raw power. This mohawk-wearing fighter truly possessed fierce energy.

A sonic boom erupted.

Bazz-B pushed himself to the limit, his Vollständig wings blazing ever brighter on his fire poker, nearly blinding. Countless fist shadows burst forth across the training ground, howling and surging, merging into a storm of strikes.

The spectators could barely track their colliding fists.

“ORA ORA ORA!”

“MUDA MUDA MUDA!”

They traded blows while shouting battle cries, igniting the audience’s passion as cheers erupted around them.

Aizen: “…”

Was this the Wandenreich or the 11th Division he’d come to?

Askin, observing nearby, had fully embraced the atmosphere, acting like an enthusiastic fan at a meet-and-greet, hands cupped around his mouth like a megaphone. The very picture of sociability.

Bazz-B couldn’t maintain this state for long. Just before his strength and Reiatsu gave out, he unleashed his final ultimate attack.

⤫ Scorching Hell: Flame Storm Strike! ⤬

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

The terrifying impact erupted at an angle, the two powers locked in momentary stalemate.

To Aizen’s astonishment, Akira took half a step back.

How was this possible? An opponent of this level — even Zaraki could cut them down easily — how could they force him to retreat?

Bazz-B was overjoyed. Making his Captain step back even half a step — this was the highlight of his life. No regrets.

Scorching aftershocks spread toward the spectator area, reducing everything in their path to ashes. Only then did the onlookers grasp the situation’s gravity.

Yet the battle’s intensity had so enthralled them that instead of fear, they embraced their bloodthirsty spectator nature.

“So exciting, so exciting!”

“Rare to see such an intense battle in person!”

“Worth the price of admission even if we die, ya!”

Just as Askin prepared to act, brilliant sky-blue light bloomed beneath Akira’s feet.

Massive Quincy crosses rose up nearby, like sacred monuments, instantly filling the battlefield.

⤫ Kirchenlied: Sankt Zwinger ⥤ Holy Chant: Sanctuary Veneration! ⤬

The light screen expanded as the domain unleashed. In an instant, the powerful flame aftershocks vanished completely, erasing the potential disaster into nothingness.

The crowd gazed at the figure standing in the center of the Sacred Domain Praise, their eyes growing increasingly fervent, their expressions moved.

“The Captain almost lost this battle to protect us!”

“As expected of the Captain!”

“Captain, we adore you!”

Aizen watched with gratification. He hadn’t expected this one to think so far ahead — he’d grown considerably since his time in Soul Society.

Hearing the cheers, Akira scratched his head.

What was all the fuss about? It was just something he’d done casually.

True, Bazz-B’s explosion had caught him off guard. Between controlling his Reiatsu and force, taking half a step back was understandable. The guy did have skill.

Too bad he’d met someone with twice as much!

As the cheering subsided, someone noticed the Captain’s condition. His uniform had been reduced to tatters by the scorching flames. Though his physique was perfect and muscular, radiating an alluring glow, such an appearance didn’t befit the Captain’s prestige.

The Quincy exchanged glances before one flashed to Akira’s side, producing a deep red cloak from somewhere.

“Captain, it’s getting cold, put on some clothes!”

“Of course, of course.” Akira casually draped it on, concealing the view.

The cloak billowed in the wind, adding gravitas to his bearing. The Quincy watched with satisfied expressions.

This was how it should be!

Askin: “…”

If he remembered correctly, wasn’t this cloak the same style His Majesty Yhwach wore?

They’ve lost their minds! Such treasonous audacity!

He didn’t dare imagine what might come next. A midnight raid on Yhwach?

Askin shuddered.

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With Akira’s return, the Wandenreich sprang back to life.

Under his direction, the Quincy’s training intensified.

Drawing from his experience with the 11th Division, Aizen smoothly integrated into the Wandenreich family, becoming a qualified Quincy.

Yet due to his low-key demeanor, the Quincy barely noticed him. Had he not worn the mask of being Hashirama’s close friend, he might have remained entirely unknown.

Peace settled over their daily life. Everyone coexisted harmoniously, engaging in friendly battles and shooting practice.

During free time, Akira led the main Quincy force on raids into Hueco Mundo — what he called “combat training.”

Though Jugram worried this was dangerous — that powerful enemies could inflict heavy casualties and weaken the empire’s foundation — Akira confidently guaranteed their safety.

True to his word, while many returned with injuries, the death toll remained within acceptable limits.

These missions revealed new talented Quincy who rose through the ranks.

Take Bambietta Basterbine, for instance. Recommended by Akira as a new Sternritter, she received the Schrift {E}, The Explode — the power to transform struck Reishi into devastating explosives.

Then there was Candice Catnipp, who earned the Schrift {T} The Thunderbolt for her exceptional performance. Her ability resembled Bazz-B’s, but with lightning instead of fire.

Another figure caught Jugram’s eye: Szayelaporro Granz, a prisoner from Hueco Mundo.

Though his combat abilities were unremarkable after gaining Quincy powers, Szayelaporro possessed what the Quincy lacked — extraordinary scientific ability and genius-level intellect.

His research proposals for the Quincy covered everything from battle formations to Reishi absorption efficiency and Spirit Weapon improvements.

Jugram recognized Szayelaporro’s strategic value to the Wandenreich. If his proposals became reality, the empire’s combat strength would multiply several times over.

Perhaps they could even defeat Genryūsai Yamamoto without awaiting His Majesty’s awakening.

With this in mind, Jugram summoned Akira immediately.

“Hashirama, what’s your assessment of Szayelaporro?”

“That he looks like a pink pineapple.”

“?” Jugram’s blood pressure spiked.

This man, though reliable in crucial moments, maintained such a casual attitude that he embodied the very definition of unpredictable.

“I’m asking about his character. Is he loyal to the empire and His Majesty?”

Akira pondered this before answering honestly, “He’s loyal to the empire.”

The implication being that when it came to Yhwach, that was another matter.

After all, several years had passed since the founding of the Wandenreich, and Yhwach hadn’t shown his face even once. Not only did outsiders like Szayelaporro lack loyalty to Yhwach — even native-born Quincy felt nothing but bone-deep fear toward him.

Jugram understood this reality but didn’t mind, believing that reverence could transform into loyalty.

“That’s enough.” He nodded, “I’ve decided to establish a research department under Szayelaporro’s management, focusing on experimental projects to enhance Quincy combat power. Gerard’s unexpected departure was a massive loss to the empire. We must strengthen the Quincy before His Majesty awakens.”

Akira’s eyes lit up.

A research group? This was right up his alley.

“Leave it to me!” He confidently patted his chest.

Trusting in Akira’s capabilities, Jugram needed no further assurance.

Though he seemed unreliable in daily life, Akira always delivered results. Under his training, the empire’s soldiers had grown significantly stronger, and he’d even filled all vacant Knight positions.

Indeed, under Hashirama’s leadership, the Wandenreich was flourishing!

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Szayelaporro gazed at the familiar building before him, his face filled with admiration.

What a remarkable leader. Someone of his caliber would shine brilliantly wherever he went.

In just a few years, he had earned the trust of nearly every Quincy outside the Sternritter, risen to Vice-Captain, and even established his own research institute within the Wandenreich.

How could anyone not admire such an impressive figure?

Akira led Szayelaporro through the research institute, surveying its interior.

Like other towers, it maintained a practical, minimalist atmosphere with dark overtones. Its only shortcomings were the lack of advanced equipment and research personnel.

The Quincy, worn down by the Wandenreich’s system and influenced by Akira’s peculiar ways, had lost most of their mental acuity — rendering them incapable of handling complex experiments and research.

The Sternritter members proved even less capable.

After taking stock of the situation, Akira realized that in this vast institute, only he and Szayelaporro possessed the necessary talent.

That night, he sought out Madara.

Aizen, well-versed in causing disruption, recognized how this development aligned with his plans and eagerly joined the venture.

The research institute gradually took shape, mirroring a familiar form from his past. When they hung the “Department of Research and Development” sign outside, the sense of déjà vu was overwhelming.

Aizen: “…”

This guy might as well write “I am a Shinigami” on his face.

To everyone’s surprise, Askin applied to join the Department of Research and Development on its opening day.

After exchanging glances, Aizen and Szayelaporro agreed to accept him. They needed someone to handle the basic tasks.

Though Askin was clever, he lacked true wisdom. Years of observation had proven his abilities insufficient to uncover their hidden secrets.

In short, he posed no threat.

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Liltotto Lamperd had been troubled lately.

Initially, she had thought well of Hashirama. He seemed genuine and down-to-earth, free from the pretense that plagued others. He treated everyone equally, whether they were subordinates or Knights.

He would host lavish feasts, mingling with ordinary Quincy, eating and drinking with gusto — behavior quite unbecoming of a superior. Most importantly, the food he served perfectly matched her tastes.

Yet after years of observation, her keen intuition suggested that Hashirama harbored ill intentions toward the empire. Once this dawned on her, Liltotto began scrutinizing his every move.

The establishment of the Department of Research and Development only heightened her suspicions.

He must have some hidden agenda!

Considering his strength and influence in the Wandenreich, Liltotto steeled herself and applied to join the Department of Research and Development, determined to keep watch over his activities.

In the laboratory, three figures stood beside the operating console. Before them, a massive screen divided into countless sections displayed various scenes.

Any Quincy familiar with the Wandenreich would recognize this as Silbern’s complete layout.

Through years of effort, Szayelaporro had deployed the latest Rokureichū (Spirit-Recording Bugs) throughout the Empire, creating a comprehensive surveillance system. Save for Jugram, no one’s movements escaped their notice.

This extensive monitoring had yielded several interesting discoveries.

Aizen gazed intently at the fourth tower’s interior view, where countless prison cells stood. In its deepest chamber, within a barrier of extremely dense Reishi, a semicircular container held something extraordinary.

A brain.

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