Bleach: The Strongest Shinigami

Night had fallen.

Moonlight cascaded like water, its cool rays bathing the colorful buildings and reflecting a unique, beautiful palette.

Everyone returned to their temporary dormitories, minds reeling with shock and disbelief after witnessing the battle.

This was destined to be a sleepless night. Initially, they had thought Akira's victory over Uruoi was just a fluke. But when he displayed his extreme violence under countless gazes, everything changed.

Only then did the teachers and students of the Shin'ō Academy realize they were dealing with an absolute monster. Be it Reiatsu or combat techniques, among the students of the same generation, there was simply no one who could face him head-on.

Take the tough-skinned Takeo, for instance. Struck by Akira's aerial flying kick, he suffered fractured arms and a collapsed chest cavity. On the spot, he could barely draw breath.

The stationed Shinigami immediately called a stop to the duel, rushing Takeo to the infirmary at top speed, then directly transferring him to the 4th Division's Coordinated Relief Station.

While the Academy's teachers and students puzzled over his immense strength, they also began to ponder another question:

"What on earth is this 'Celestial Crescent Sweep'?"

{T/N: Yes, he shouted the name of the movement. Like every freaking anime character... And also, this was something that I personally created, not original from the book. I like to give cool names to the movements and such. You can see it in the Naruto fanfic.}

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In the temporary dormitory, Aizen furrowed his brows, perplexed.

From his perspective, the Hakuda techniques Akira had just used in battle differed from those taught at the Shin'ō Academy.

"Well, of course it's my own creation!" Akira grinned, boasting shamelessly, "A genius like me picked up quite a few skills during my previous duel with Yoruichi. The Shihōin family's exclusive techniques, with just a bit of tweaking, become my own."

{T/N: This is the part where creativity comes in. The names of the techniques I created for him all start with 'Tenrin' which means 'Celestial' or 'Divine'. I thought about his trait 'Heart of a God' which says that he sees himself as a true God. So put one thing together with another and you can create some cool technique names.}

He chose not to conceal it. Or rather, in front of Aizen, there was no need to hide such a trivial secret.

As they spent more time together, Akira discovered that he wasn't as ambitious, cruel, or cold as he had imagined. Even viewing him through colored glasses, the impression remained the same.

The current Aizen, aside from his strong curiosity, seemed little different from other students. Even in terms of talent, he appeared somewhat "ordinary".

Compared to Akira's recent brilliant performances, he seemed more like an ordinary sidekick.

No exceptional talent, no notable background. While he might excel compared to ordinary people, in the talent-filled Shin'ō Academy, he appeared somewhat commonplace.

As for his personality — gentle, friendly, cautious, and careful — he rarely refused requests from friends. Even someone like this shrine priest could get along well with him.

Perhaps this was Aizen's true face.

Akira had once struggled to survive in the Sakahone District, witnessing countless facets of human nature. If the Academy was the human world, then Sakahone was naked hell.

He dared not claim to fully comprehend human nature. But at least... the Danger Instinct never lies.

Due to time constraints, the temporary dormitory was a four-person room. Unsurprisingly, Aizen and Akira were assigned to the same room. The other two roommates, upon learning that the famous and amiable shrine priest was also there, promptly chose to move out.

Thus, only the two young men remained in the dormitory.

After he explained the principle of "Celestial Crescent Sweep" to him, Aizen's gaze towards his friend held a few more traces of surprise.

Previously, when Akira had engaged in a Hakuda duel with Yoruichi, he thought he was merely imitating her techniques in a short time. Now he realized he had underestimated his friend.

Akira could instantly master techniques just by experiencing them firsthand. Such talent even surpassed Aizen's own!

"You want to learn, huh? I'll teach you." Without waiting for Aizen to speak, Akira began an unreserved explanation on the cloth-woven floor, showing off, "Actually, Yoruichi's techniques aren't that difficult. She deliberately slowed down her speed. By analyzing the movements from the left lower leg and the right side of the waist, you can completely deconstruct the entire technique..."

Aizen had wanted to refuse, but seeing his enthusiasm, he didn't want to dampen his spirits.

However, as he listened attentively, he narrowed his eyes slightly. The explanation was surprisingly accurate to the finest detail.

'Akira, you female-obsessed priest, is this your true face?'

After listening to the explanation, Aizen nodded thoughtfully and said in a clear voice, "Actually, I have another question."

Akira rubbed his chin and raised an eyebrow. "Is there something else you don't understand?"

"No." Aizen shook his head, "I want to ask about today's disturbance. What exactly did you do?"

He had witnessed the entire process of Akira communicating with his Asauchi. Yet even with his knowledge and thinking, he still couldn't understand what had happened to him.

Driven by curiosity, he chose to ask directly.

The young man sitting on the opposite bed furrowed his brows upon hearing this question.

"Is it inconvenient to answer?" Aizen's gaze lowered slightly, but he didn't voice his thoughts.

For Shinigami, the Zanpakutō relates to everything about oneself, and not sharing it with others is quite reasonable. Even for him, it's the same.

In this world, surely no one would be foolish enough to easily reveal their Zanpakutō's abilities to others?

He wasn't surprised by Akira's reaction. Although the two had been inseparable during this time and appeared to be very good friends in others' eyes, in terms of trust, perhaps they hadn't reached the point of complete openness.

"To tell you the truth." Akira suddenly spoke, his brows still furrowed, "I'm not clear about what exactly happened either. When I communicated with my Asauchi through the method of sacrifice, my consciousness successfully entered the Zanpakutō's Inner World. Then I returned to the most familiar place in my memory, the Sakahone District of Rukongai. And in the shrine where I worked, in the place where the statue of Mimihagi should have been, my own stone statue was placed instead. Then, my consciousness returned."

He calmly narrated all of this without concealment. In his view, this hardly counted as a secret. Compared to the absurd notion of gaining cheat abilities, the mystery of a Zanpakutō seemed rather insignificant.

Moreover, he genuinely didn't understand what had happened to him. Rather than puzzling over it alone, it made more sense to confide in Aizen. Given his friend's insatiable curiosity, Akira knew he'd likely be intrigued.

Aizen gazed at the young man before him with astonishment, experiencing trust from another person for the first time. He couldn't quite articulate his current thoughts, but a subtle feeling stirred within him.

"Perhaps…" He mused, his lips curling slightly, "To unravel what exactly happened to you, we should start by investigating the Sakahone Shrine..."

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