Sorry, Money Can Do Whatever It Wants

"Money is not an issue."

Hearing Kisaragi Akira's words, Kuchiki Sojun suddenly felt at ease.

He had expected the other party to make some outrageous demands, such as obtaining noble authority, entering the highest echelons of the Soul Society, or becoming a seated officer in the Gotei 13.

He hadn't expected it to be just a bit of money.

Looking at the wealthy and imposing Kuchiki Sojun, who clearly didn't care about the cost, Kisaragi Akira vaguely felt as if he were hearing the arrogant words: "Sorry, having money really means you can do whatever you want."

For such a filthy rich person, one must strike hard and fleece him!

"Ten thousand, oh no, one hundred thousand Kan!"

Kisaragi Akira opened his mouth like a lion, directly increasing the previous price by a hundredfold.

"Very well!"

Kuchiki Sojun nodded in agreement. "But you must guarantee that the amulets are exactly the same as the previous one."

"Additionally, after-sales service must also be provided."

Seeing the other party agree so readily, Kisaragi Akira suddenly wondered if he had asked for too little.

However, after a moment of hesitation, he didn't go back on his word.

It was hard enough to run into such a sucker; if he let him get away now, he would be the one suffering a huge loss.

"No problem!"

Kisaragi Akira slapped his chest with a loud thud. "For after-sales service, just find me or go to the Local Shrine in the Nikkotsu District of East Rukon District 76."

"As for the amulets, I only have ten left in stock. Dog-da—oh, excuse me, Master Sojun, how many do you intend to take?"

Kuchiki Sojun looked at the boy in front of him with suspicion, feeling that this guy had almost said something very offensive just now.

"Give them all to me."

He mused, "As for the money, I will have my butler deliver it this afternoon."

Kisaragi Akira nodded and then flipped onto his bed.

Under the stunned gazes of Kuchiki Sojun and Aizen, he pulled ten amulets from under the mattress, inside the pillowcase, from the corner of the bedsheet, inside his shoes, and even from Aizen's bed.

Watching his own mattress being flipped over, Aizen's eyelid twitched, and he suddenly had the urge to draw his blade.

Given his vigilance toward his surroundings and his strength, which far exceeded that of this kid Kisaragi Akira, he hadn't even noticed him hiding amulets in his own bed.

This guy is really...

Taking the crumpled amulets and recalling where Kisaragi Akira usually hid them, Kuchiki Sojun suddenly had the urge to return the goods.

"Wait, there's one more question."

Kisaragi Akira raised his right hand and pointed his index finger toward the sky. "How was the previous amulet consumed?"

Hearing this, Kuchiki Sojun was slightly taken aback. After a moment of contemplation, he smiled faintly.

"It's not exactly a secret."

"You should know that I am the heir to the Kuchiki Clan."

Kisaragi Akira nodded, his curiosity piqued.

"The Soul Society is not as peaceful as it appears on the surface. In the dark, uninhabited corners, there are countless conflicts and endless wars."

Kuchiki Sojun's expression became more serious. "In order to gain more influence, whether it's noble factions or rebel factions outside the nobility, they don't care about so-called casualties and will launch wars with reckless abandon."

"Besides the Shinigami of the Gotei 13, there are many powerful entities in the Soul Society without official affiliation, and they pledge their loyalty to these factions operating in the shadows."

"In order to improve my strength quickly and share the burden for my father, I stepped onto the battlefield of the rebels not long ago."

"And just as I was ambushed by the enemy and nearly had my heart pierced by a blade, the amulet activated."

"The pattern on it appeared in the center of the battlefield, releasing a sky full of thick fog, instantly killing thirty-seven rebel Shinigami, among whom was even a high-ranking seated officer..."

Kisaragi Akira stroked his chin, lost in thought.

No one knew the limits of the amulets better than he did.

Protecting the wearer from illness and disaster might be barely achievable, but killing thirty-seven Shinigami, including a seated officer, was a fantasy.

Unless...

"Can you describe the appearance of the dead?" Kisaragi Akira suddenly asked.

Kuchiki Sojun was stunned for a moment, then frowned as he recalled, "Scarred face, medium build..."

"No, no, not their looks."

"I mean after they died—what did the corpses look like?"

Kisaragi Akira interrupted Kuchiki Sojun's recollection.

"After they died?" He paused. "Mummified. The blood and spiritual pressure in their bodies seemed to have been drained away by some kind of power."

Hearing this, Kisaragi Akira finally understood exactly what had happened.

The amulet certainly did not possess such powerful strength.

But that does not mean the One-Eyed Great Deity lacks them.

When it appeared on the battlefield, the cruel and bloody environment became a natural sacrificial altar; the dead turned into offerings, dedicating everything they had to Mimihagi!

"Truly..."

Kisaragi Akira shook his head in amazement, "A path I had never imagined."

"Is there a problem?"

Kuchiki Sojun asked, puzzled.

"No, none at all!" Kisaragi Akira was very decisive, "There is no one more suitable for these ten protective talismans than you."

"However, I must state one thing in advance: the talismans will manifest different effects when triggered in different environments."

"Be sure to use them sparingly, young man!"

Kuchiki Sojun left, still filled with doubt.

Despite his repeated questioning, Kisaragi Akira did not reveal the true meaning behind those final words, only urging him to keep one talisman for himself.

"Sosuke, I really am a business genius!"

After sending off the big spender, Kisaragi Akira snapped his fingers triumphantly and boasted, "Let's go, destination: Zhenyang cafeteria!"

"Today, it's on me!"

Aizen shook his head helplessly; some people truly cannot hide their feelings.

Every joy, anger, sorrow, and pleasure is written all over his face.

But such a person, it seems, is very well-suited to be a friend...

After finishing breakfast, the two arrived at the classroom together.

The first period today was still Kaido class.

After a night of reflection, Instructor Kawai should have adjusted his mindset.

After all, he is an elite among Shinigami and a high-ranking seated officer of the Fourth Division.

After placing the necessary textbooks on the desk, Kisaragi Akira began to look around listlessly, waiting for the arrival of Kawai.

Although he possessed a unique talent in the field of Kaido due to the exclusive entry [Miraculous Healing], he still needed to learn the basics of Kaido before he could fully unleash that potential.

However, long after the bell for class rang, Kawai was still nowhere to be seen.

Just as Kisaragi Akira began to suspect that Kawai had not yet recovered from yesterday's blow, a familiar yet strange figure slowly walked past the corridor outside the window.

Kisaragi Akira rubbed his eyes vigorously.

When he recognized the person's identity, his eyes widened, and he subconsciously gasped, muttering to himself with a stunned expression:

"Could it be..."

"Has the Fourth Division's finances become so tight?"

"They've actually come to the Spiritual Arts Academy to collect debts?!"