Chapter 279 – 279 ⥤ A Literal Battle Scene

“Your Majesty, we shouldn’t be prejudiced.” Akira said with a serious expression, “Don’t the Arrancar also have hearts dedicated to serving the empire? Szayelaporro is a member of the Quincy Research and Development Institute, and since joining the empire, he has worked diligently and produced many technological improvements.”

Yhwach nodded, acknowledging this point.

Though he hadn’t done much since his awakening, he had reviewed the empire’s developments over these years.

For centuries, the empire had stagnated. Despite Jugram’s hard work, various factors had prevented significant changes.

But everything changed after Hashirama joined. The empire’s spirit underwent a complete transformation, and every aspect saw rapid daily innovations.

Most importantly, the combat ability of imperial soldiers improved tremendously. The basic combat spiritual arts of the Quincy were enhanced repeatedly, becoming unrecognizable from their original form.

The newly established Quincy Research and Development Institute deserved much credit for this progress. This proved that Szayelaporro was indeed promising material.

Having Arrancar become members of the Sternritter was entirely possible.

“I understand.” Yhwach pointed his finger, and the ground before them split open, raising a stone table with several elegant wine cups upon it.

Under everyone’s curious gaze, he drew his Reishi Sword and cut his palm, letting his blood flow into the wine cups.

“Drink, and I will grant you your appropriate Schrift.”

Everyone exchanged hesitant glances, casting subtle looks toward Akira at the front.

Only after he gave them a reassuring smile did they relax and step forward one by one to take their cups.

BOOM!!

Pillars of blue Reiatsu erupted, shattering the palace roof and soaring skyward, painting the Wandenreich’s sky. This was a genuine bestowal of soul fragments and Schrift.

Though he had distributed considerable power, Yhwach’s mood improved significantly as he thought about harvesting more power during the future Auswählen.

The ground trembled, groaning under the strain as cracks appeared in the floor. The entire tower swayed, threatening to collapse under the Reiatsu’s aftershocks.

Jugram intervened just in time to stabilize the building before it could collapse.

When the light pillars shattered, everyone’s figures reappeared. They stood in place, feeling the new power surging through their bodies.

“The complete awakening of the Schrift requires time.” Yhwach’s authoritative voice resonated through the ruined palace, “Master it well. When you’ve mastered this god-like power, that will be the time to wage war! Then, the old world will crumble under our power, and when the new world arrives… Death, fear, and despair will vanish completely!”

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“Schrift { R }, The Reinvent, creation.” Kisuke explained, “Creating and changing based on existing things. It’s somewhat similar to Benihime’s Bankai.”

As he spoke, he demonstrated in the Quincy Research and Development Institute’s laboratory, taking the golden smiley bun before Akira and releasing Reiatsu.

Thread-like Reishi wrapped around its surface like a cocoon, and as a faint light rose, the originally golden surface turned black.

“Doesn’t seem very useful.” Akira said, stroking his chin while staring intently at the black bun.

“It needs development.” Aizen commented, then looked at the others, who understood and began demonstrating their own Schrift.

Though not fully awakened, they could still show off a bit.

Notably, the Arrancar’s Schrift corresponded to their death aspects.

Starrk’s was {S}, The Solitude, similar to Äs Nödt’s “The Fear”, allowing him to make enemies experience thousands of years of solitude. It could cause instant mental breakdown.

Ulquiorra’s was {N}, The Nihility, giving his attacks nullifying properties that could cancel out enemy attacks or the enemies themselves into void.

Szayelaporro’s “The Madness” made Akira somewhat envious.

To explain simply, it was like a berserker’s rage. When Schrift {M} activated, Hierro durability, High-Speed Regeneration, Sonído, and all combat-related aspects would be enhanced several times over. The side effect, however, was decreased intelligence.

“Too bad my Schrift isn’t this one.” Akira said regretfully, “This side effect might as well not exist. Even if this genius’s intelligence were reduced several times over, I’d still easily remain unmatched in wisdom throughout history.”

Kisuke: “…”

Truth be told, this ability really suited his Captain.

As everyone knows, zero multiplied by any number is still zero, so whether reduced or not, it really didn’t make much difference.

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After exploiting Yhwach, Akira led his group back to Soul Society.

While there was still time before the war began, they could give the Shinigami some special training.

As for whether Yhwach would notice, there was no need to worry. The Wandenreich’s intelligence system was Szayelaporro’s responsibility — he was essentially the eyes and ears of the Quincy. All information reaching the Sternritter members had to go through his processing and editing.

In Yhwach’s eyes, Soul Society remained completely unaware of the Wandenreich’s existence. Those Shinigami were still basking in their victory from a thousand years ago, rotting away while enjoying Soul Society’s comforts.

In the 11th Division’s training ground.

Two figures stood opposing each other, emanating an aura like hell’s asuras. Their materialized killing intent surrounded them, causing the surrounding air temperature to plummet.

“Captain Unohana, I don’t quite understand what you meant earlier.” Purple eyes fixed on her opponent as Yoruichi’s face showed a dangerous smile, “What do you mean by not letting me monopolize Akira? Could it be that you want a piece of him too?!”

Unohana smiled gently and explained softly, “Captain Shihōin, you misunderstand. By monopolize, I meant you’re taking up too much of Akira’s time, leaving him no energy for sword training with me.”

Yoruichi narrowed her eyes, appearing very cautious.

Though the woman’s explanation seemed proper with no apparent issues, her woman’s intuition told her things weren’t as simple as they appeared.

This matter couldn’t be conceded easily. Otherwise, serious consequences she didn’t want to see would surely follow.

“Heh heh, Captain Unohana, you don’t know yet?” Yoruichi grinned, “Akira has already agreed that after this incident is over, he’ll ask Captain-Commander Yamamoto to propose to the Shihōin family on his behalf! Though this guy isn’t very reliable, he’s never broken a promise.”

Under Unohana’s smiling gaze, she enthusiastically described their future plans in detail.

As one of the most prestigious figures in Soul Society, the wedding would be grand and extravagant, with invitations extending to all 80 districts of Rukongai. If circumstances permitted, even the Zero Division would be invited.

Everything had to be perfect.

The older woman listened quietly with her perpetual smile, nodding slightly only after Yoruichi had finished her elaborate description.

“What a grand vision indeed. Though, wouldn’t this make Akira your personal property?”

Yoruichi’s expression tensed as she felt the killing intent surge from across the space, the air temperature plummeting around them.

“I cannot allow this to happen.” Unohana placed her fair hand on her sword hilt, her smile sending chills down the spine as she spoke, “Come, let us decide Akira’s fate through combat.”

After a moment of stunned silence, Yoruichi’s face broke into a dangerous smile of her own.

“Gladly!”

To defend their claims, both women immediately released their powerful Reiatsu. Visible waves of light erupted across the training ground, whipping up fierce, chaotic winds.

As Yoruichi sensed her opponent’s Reiatsu, her expression shifted to one of grave seriousness.

As the 22nd head of the Shihōin family, she was privy to secrets unknown to most.

This included Unohana’s true identity: Soul Society’s most feared villain, master of countless fighting styles, supreme sword artist, and the first Kenpachi — Yachiru Unohana!

Though impressed that Akira had managed to tame such a fearsome woman, Yoruichi knew this wasn’t the real reason behind Unohana’s challenge.

Her gaze hardened with determination as crackling electric arcs danced across her shapely form, filling the air with the scent of ozone.

Unohana, too, found herself surprised by the transformation. Those electric arcs coursing over her opponent’s body triggered an inexplicable sense of danger.

Indeed, any woman chosen by Akira must possess extraordinary qualities.

A slight blush colored Unohana’s cheeks as she contemplated the coming battle. Slowly drawing her Zanpakutō, she tapped her toes against the ground and charged at Yoruichi first.

Clang!!

There were no flashy sword techniques — only raw speed and power in its purest form.

When their blades met, Yoruichi’s eyes widened. Despite being fully prepared, the force transmitted through Unohana’s blade shocked her. It felt like being struck by a flying mountain.

If not for her daily sparring with Akira, she would have been sent flying.

After a brief deadlock, Yoruichi twisted her sword handle and suddenly parried the blade away, creating an opening to change her stance.

Unohana’s smile took on a more dangerous edge — her gaze like that of a natural predator, sending an indescribable chill deep into one’s heart.

Yoruichi was still too young; compared to a Kenpachi who had survived countless life-and-death battles, she was lacking.

But if she couldn’t match Unohana in Zanjutsu, she would use what she excelled at.

Yoruichi placed her left hand on her chest, tearing open her haori to reveal the sleeveless Onmitsukidō uniform beneath. Kidō Reiatsu burst from her shoulders, instantly neutralizing Unohana’s terrifying pressure.

She drew a deep breath, her eyes gleaming with anticipation, “Captain Unohana, be careful.”

Unohana’s smile deepened as she nodded slightly before vanishing.

In an instant, two figures wreathed in Reiatsu flames crossed paths repeatedly across the training ground, their clashes echoing with sharp explosions.

Soon, the floor was carved with countless trenches, and the outer Kidō barrier was torn with gaps.

⤫ Shunkō: Raijin Senkei ⥤ Flash War Cry: Thunder God Battle Form! ⤬

Yoruichi entered her first form of Shunkō, golden lightning surrounding her, the Ancient Magatama suspended behind her. Through countless training sessions with Akira’s help, she had mastered this form and could now wield it freely in battle.

She understood clearly the gap between herself and Unohana. If she couldn’t end this quickly, the difference in Reiatsu would spell her defeat.

Lightning bolts rained down like divine punishment, covering the entire training ground.

Yet Unohana wove between the golden lightning with superior Shunpo technique. Though she couldn’t completely avoid it, her Zanpakutō’s sharpness kept her unharmed.

Seeing this move fail, Yoruichi drew a deep breath and unsheathed her Zanpakutō, Raijin no Tenshi.

Violent lightning erupted instantly, engulfing her form. When the light faded, Yoruichi stood before Unohana transformed — golden electric arcs dancing across her body, forming shining golden cat ears, her black ponytail and cat tail swaying gently behind her.

⤫ Shunkō: Raijū Senkei: Shunryū Kokubyō Senki ⥤ Flash War Cry: Thunder Beast Battle Form: Flash God Black Cat Warrior Princess! ⤬

Compared to when she last demonstrated it to Akira, Yoruichi now controlled this power almost perfectly.

“Very impressive.” Unohana praised, “It’s enough to pose a threat to me now. In that case, then…”

⤫ Bankai: Minazuki ⥤ Final Release: All Things’ End! ⤬

An endless sea of blood surged forth, dyeing the entire training ground.

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“Yo, Kensei.”

The moment he returned to Soul Society, Akira immediately found Kensei. He was still in the 9th Division, though he had moved from the Captain’s office to the Lieutenant’s office.

When he opened the door, however, the scene before him gave him pause.

Why were there so many official documents in the Lieutenant’s office? Could it be that the 9th Division Captain wasn’t working at all?

Was this the decline of morality, or the distortion of human nature?

Gin, you’ve fallen so low.

Looking at the man before him, Kensei’s gaze was complicated.

Though his Captain’s position had been taken by one of this guy’s Seated Officers, it had made him deeply realize his own shortcomings — there were pros and cons.

“Captain Kisaragi.” He stood up in acknowledgment, “What brings you here?”

Akira walked up casually, put an arm around his shoulders, and grinned like a devil tempting someone to fall:

“Kensei, want to become stronger?”

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