Teacher Feng's Bill Statistics

Aizen did not know what exactly had happened to Kisaragi Akira as he gazed at the scene before him.

But he was very clear about one thing.

If this guy did not return to normal from his ritualistic state, the Central Male Dormitory would be completely razed to the ground by him.

A heavy heartbeat, sounding like the rumbling of thunder, synchronized with the pulse of the earth. Violent winds howled and swept through, causing the walls to tremble and collapse entirely, as if an earthquake were tearing the world apart!

Heavy spiritual pressure erupted in layers, like magma gushing from the earth's crust, while endless heat waves churned within the hurricane, swallowing everything in the vicinity.

In just a few seconds, the room where Kisaragi Akira stood had been utterly destroyed, leaving behind only a few intact wooden planks.

The momentum of the destruction showed no signs of stopping; it expanded like a hurricane until it enveloped the entire Central Male Dormitory area.

The violent disturbance quickly drew the attention of students and teachers alike.

The Shinigami stationed at the Spiritual Arts Academy arrived at the scene immediately, staring with horrified eyes at Kisaragi Akira, who stood at the center of the gale.

With their shallow knowledge, they had no idea what was happening.

However, bound by their duties, they attempted to approach the area where Kisaragi Akira was located, trying to awaken the boy who remained in a dazed state.

But as they stepped across the shattered floor, another wave of immensely heavy spiritual pressure suddenly descended upon them.

Hum--

The thick spiritual pressure crashed down, and the earth trembled under the unbearable burden.

When they tried to approach again, the resistance grew even greater, as if the very air had become increasingly viscous.

"What on earth is happening to this kid?"

One of them gritted his teeth and said, "Such immense spiritual pressure—even a Lieutenant might not compare to this, right?"

"Damn it, we can't get close at all. Let's evacuate the nearby students first."

"Before any casualties occur..."

The stationed Shinigami were shocked to discover that as they moved away from Kisaragi Akira's position, the pressure on them suddenly lightened, as if it had never existed at all.

With their nerves stretched thin, they didn't think twice and cast all the anomalies and problems onto Kisaragi Akira.

After all, the culprit responsible for this scene was standing right there.

It was only natural to pile a few more grievances on him.

In the shadows, Aizen watched the squad members depart, his expression blank, calm, and indifferent to the extreme.

He had intervened just now for no other reason.

He simply did not want these reckless people to interfere with Kisaragi Akira.

That was all.

His gaze shifted, settling back on the center of the hurricane, his eyes profound.

Using the ritual method to communicate with the Asauchi, carving into the essence of the soul to complete the initial Zanpakuto.

Your path is truly unprecedented...

Interesting.

Aizen suddenly realized that the greeting he gave when he first enrolled did not seem to be a mistake after all.

In the vast, empty world.

Kisaragi Akira looked at everything before him in a daze.

Is this my Zanpakuto space?

Based on his understanding of Zanpakuto and his experience watching anime in his past life, if nothing went wrong, a guy who looked just like him would appear very soon.

Then, the other party would claim to be his Zanpakuto and say things about kings, mounts, or other topics that made absolutely no sense.

Finally, they would explain the difference between the two: it's instinct!

And so.

Kisaragi Akira stood where he was, waiting for the character who claimed to be his Zanpakuto to appear.

But after squatting there foolishly for several minutes, he suddenly realized the truth that empiricism could be fatal.

"Looks like I'm not going to be waiting for a Zanpakuto."

Kisaragi Akira stood up and gazed into the distance. "By the way, are other people's Zanpakuto spaces as abstract as mine?"

The scene that met his eyes was one he knew well.

He had lived in this place for several years.

He had been beaten until he was covered in blood for a little bit of water, and he had fought with several vicious wild dogs over a piece of stinking fried fish...

This was the 76th District of the East Rukon District, Nikotsu.

The Rukon District was divided into four major districts—East, West, South, and North—and each major district was divided into eighty smaller districts, totaling three hundred and twenty districts.

As the district number increased, the environment became increasingly harsh.

Places like the 80th District were often barren, filled with famine, where souls killed one another to determine who had the right to survive.

The Nikkotsu District, ranked ahead of it, was clearly no better off.

Kisaragi Akira had struggled within it for a long time before finally reaching the turning point of his fate.

He remembered it very clearly.

That day, Ise Shizune's smile was as radiant as a flower...

Kisaragi Akira walked slowly along the familiar path until a building he knew all too well appeared in his line of sight.

A stern and magnificent shrine.

He quickened his pace, wanting to confirm his hypothesis.

When he stepped into the shrine, what met his eyes was not the familiar statue of the One-Eyed Great Deity, but a figure that felt both strange and slightly familiar.

"I've been enshrined on the altar?"

Kisaragi Akira stared in astonishment at the statue that looked exactly like him; even with his intelligence, he could not comprehend the scene before him.

Could it be that when he communicated with the Asauchi through the ritual of sacrifice, the essence of his Zanpakuto had already changed?

Kisaragi Akira tried to make sense of the current spectacle.

But as he attempted to touch the statue, the entire world began to collapse.

With a momentary lapse in consciousness, he returned to the Spiritual Arts Academy, and what met his eyes was a pair of bloodshot eyes.

Kisaragi Akira instinctively recoiled, only to discover that beneath those eyes was a face so haggard it looked deathly pale.

"Teacher Kaede?"

"Ah, you're still alive. That's truly wonderful."

Kaede Junya stated this expressionlessly, like a desiccated corpse.

"Now, it's time to settle the bill."

Kisaragi Akira's heart skipped a beat.

"The entire male dormitory was shattered by the commotion you caused. Not counting the damaged land, the building costs alone amount to 389,654 rings."

"Considering you are a student, I'll round it up for you—let's call it 390,000 rings."

Kisaragi Akira's eyes widened, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

"390,000 rings? You might as well kill me!"

"And what's with this reverse rounding? Were you a crooked merchant in your past life, you old geezer?!"

Kaede Junya understood what Kisaragi Akira meant, but he had been pushed to the brink of physical and mental collapse by this kid recently.

So much so that he had no heart left to explain anything further.

"The losses are what they are. If you have specific questions, you can go discuss them with the Headmaster."

Kaede Junya sighed. "Also, let me tell you one more thing: because the Headmaster is currently away on a mission, the position of Headmaster is temporarily being handled by the Captain-Commander."

"After all, the Spiritual Arts Academy was founded by him personally; he wouldn't feel at ease letting just anyone manage it."

"So, I've said my piece. You're on your own."

Kaede Junya let out another long sigh and walked away with a hunched figure.

Kisaragi Akira took a deep breath, his gaze falling upon a shadow somewhere in the ruins, causing the person hiding there to feel their heart skip a beat.

However, before they could react, a familiar wail already echoed throughout the ruins.

"Sosuke, save me—"