Bleach: The Strongest Shinigami

The young woman on stage exuded youthful beauty, captivating the young man in the audience.

In Akira's mind, Yoruichi had always been a sexy, mature woman. Yet, after her self-introduction, he felt transported to a different reality. Despite this, her behavior revealed a cheerful personality with an unmatched talent for mischief and teasing.

"Yoruichi Shihōin? Could she be from the Shihōin family?"A student exclaimed in surprise.

Many noble-born students recognized the weight of the Shihōin name — one of the true upper echelons of the Soul Society, a supreme power that towered above countless nobles.

One of the Four Great Noble Houses: The Shihōin family.

Aizen's enigmatic gaze betrayed a fading smile. As his attention shifted to Akira beside him, his expression froze.

The young man sat upright, eyes fixed ahead, the picture of propriety. He might have passed for a model student — if one failed to notice where his gaze truly fell.

"What are you looking at?" Aizen asked in a low, curious voice.

Akira glanced sideways, a smirk playing on his lips, "Heh, what a question. I'm appreciating the most beautiful sight in the world, of course."

Aizen's expression stiffened, and he dropped the subject. He realized, not for the first time, that he and his friend often operated on different wavelengths. While others reeled from the revelation of Yoruichi's identity, Akira had already begun admiring her physique. It was a behavior difficult to categorize.

On stage, Yoruichi's gaze swept the room. As the Shihōin family's heir apparent, her exceptional abilities were evident. She immediately detected the bold stare from the handsome young man from the back of the class.

In response, the corner of the dark-skinned woman's mouth curled up, her delicate fang glinting dangerously in the sunlight.

"Let's start from my left side."

Akira glanced around, suddenly realizing that if they proceeded in order, he and Aizen would be last.

The assessment officially began.

Yoruichi wore a black bodysuit that accentuated her beautiful, slightly curved figure. Still in her teenage years, she hadn't yet developed the captivating charm she would possess a century later. Even so, her presence was mesmerizing.

However, due to her status, the students engaging in Hakuda (hand-to-hand) combat with her didn't dare raise their heads, fearing Marechiyo might catch them and send them to the Sōkyoku Hill (Execution Grounds).

"Are you ready?"

"Y-Yes, I'm ready..." A frail male student replied, his legs trembling slightly.

Yoruichi let out a light laugh. Her figure suddenly appeared before the male student like a ghost, her slender fingers gently stroking like plucking guitar strings, pressing against his completely unguarded chest.

The seemingly harmless move suddenly burst forth with astonishing impact. The contact of flesh — a pure release of force — resonated thunderously.

Boom!

In an instant, the student's fair face turned bright red, as if all the blood in his body had rushed to his head.

After a brief moment of resistance, his entire body became a human cannonball, flying backward and slamming hard against the classroom wall, sticking to it like a hanging picture.

Knocking people out like hanging pictures — a decisive victory without suspense!

Akira's eyes widened. Good grief! Was Yoruichi already this formidable at this age?

"Unsteady footwork, weak limbs." Yoruichi commented, "Not even the most basic sense of vigilance. Marechiyo, the students you're teaching are getting worse and worse."

Marechiyo broke out in a cold sweat, managing only an embarrassed smile, not daring to refute at all.

No one knew Yoruichi's current strength better than him. Even if one excluded the decisive factor of Reiatsu (Spiritual Pressure), in terms of technique alone, he couldn't match her.

The difference lay in talent.

"Next!"

Yoruichi was in high spirits, treating the assessment of weaker students as a form of entertainment. Given her personality, it seemed she was simply playing around.

Following the example set by the first victim, students approached one after another, only to be swiftly defeated. Most were knocked down in a single hit, with only a handful of prodigies able to withstand a second strike.

Of course, this was purely Hakuda technique, without involving any Reiatsu.

After numerous students lay scattered across the classroom, her gaze finally fell on Aizen and Akira.

"Next one." Yoruichi grinned.

Aizen's gaze flickered with hesitation before he calmly stepped forward. As before, she merely asked if he was ready. Once he nodded, she launched her attack.

An unexpected event unfolded. Akira's eyes widened, disbelief flashing across them.

The invincible Aizen had fallen?!

Just like the others before him, he was knocked out without suspense in a single hit. This undoubtedly reshapes Akira's understanding of this world.

Others might not know, but he couldn't possibly be unaware. In terms of genius, few in the entire Soul Society could surpass Aizen — not even the Four Great Noble Houses!

This point was absolutely indisputable.

Yet, looking at the beaten boy lying on the ground, his breath weak, seemingly on the verge of collapse, Akira found himself once again in a daze.

{T/N: Look how they massacred my boy…}

Your acting is so good, does your family know?

"Another rookie." Yoruichi didn't give Aizen a second glance, instead turning her gaze to Akira. A dangerous aura immediately enveloped him, "You're the last one."

With a playful gaze like a cat toying with its prey, her slightly exposed fang glinted dangerously.

She beckoned to him, "Come on, young man, let me see your Hakuda skills!"

Akira forced out a reluctant smile. Although he prided himself on his talent being no less than others', he knew there was always a transition period to convert talent into actual strength.

As he hesitated, Marechiyo loudly urged, "Hurry up, Kisaragi! Don't think about using those underhanded methods to avoid the assessment!"

{T/N: He called the MC by his last name, just to make it clear.}

Akira calmed his mind and walked forward with a determined expression.

It's just getting beaten up, right? It's not like he hasn't been beaten before! As long as he learned from Aizen, everything would be fine. He had already planned to take one hit and then just lie down.

But... Looking at the playful gaze of the dark-skinned woman in front of him, he suddenly felt a surge of alertness. His survival instinct exploded with a sharp warning.

Damn it! This woman is getting serious!

Akira's pupils contracted, his senses sharpened to the extreme, instinctively entering a battle state.

Without asking, without any preparation, Yoruichi's slender fingers gently stroked like plucking guitar strings, then clenched into a fist. In the instant her light footstep moved forward—

Boom—

Her thin fist, accompanied by a piercing sound of air being cut, burst forth with a shockwave, heading straight for his face!

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