The Frail and Sickly Teachers

Looking at the gentle, innocent, and beautiful face before him, Kisaragi Akira's expression was somewhat dazed.

Everything was going fine, and instead of chasing him for the debt he owed, she was actually delivering benefits to him.

Could this be the legendary "good deeds are rewarded"?

"Student Kisaragi, is there something wrong?"

A scholarly smile appeared on Unohana Retsu's face.

She always maintained an attitude of infinite tolerance toward geniuses in Kaido.

Compared to Hado and Bakudo, geniuses in the field of Kaido were somewhat scarce.

"Not at all."

Kisaragi Akira shook his head, then extended both hands, signaling:

"Captain Unohana, then I shall begin."

Unohana Retsu nodded slightly.

Then, amidst countless gazes that wished they could take his place, Kisaragi Akira spread his ten fingers and wrapped them directly around Unohana Retsu's injured left hand.

A faint emerald light emerged, and the wound began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Snow-white skin and crimson blood intertwined, reflecting a unique kind of beauty.

What Kisaragi Akira found strange was that Unohana Retsu, the dignified First Kenpachi and one of the individuals with the deepest mastery of Kendo in the Soul Society, had not a single callus on her right hand.

Normally, the palm of someone who held a sword hilt or blade handle year-round should have thick calluses at the web of the thumb, along with various scars and wounds.

But Unohana Retsu's hand gave a completely different impression.

Delicate and smooth, it felt like a piece of flawless mutton-fat jade.

Unlike Kisaragi Akira's focus, Unohana Retsu's beautiful eyes were slightly furrowed, her puzzled gaze lingering on the light of the Kaido.

Something unexpected had happened.

The Kawai clan member was right; this kid before her was very strange.

So strange that it was impossible to understand how he activated his Kaido.

His Reiatsu was abundant, at the very least on the level of a high-ranking seated officer.

But whether looking at his movements or the trajectory of his Reiatsu, there was absolutely no adherence to the standard norms.

It was full of errors and omissions, yet it exerted a stronger effect than basic Kaido.

How on earth did he do it?!

Unohana Retsu fell into deep thought and confusion, completely ignoring the fact that her right hand had already healed.

As well as someone's meticulous appraisal.

Hmm, top-grade jade, ninety-nine percent pure, a rare find!

"Is it nice to look at?"

Kisaragi Akira nodded in sincere approval.

"How does it feel?"

"Excellent!"

Kisaragi Akira's expression suddenly froze, his neck emitting a stiff sound like a rusted hinge.

The moment he looked up, what met his eyes was a smiling, beautiful face.

What should one do when caught red-handed touching someone's hand?

Waiting online, it's quite urgent.

Under Unohana Retsu's calm gaze, Kisaragi Akira let go of her right hand with a sheepish grin.

Although she didn't say anything, Kisaragi Akira felt a cold sweat breaking out all over.

He stood obediently to the side, waiting for his fate to be decided.

Fortunately, Unohana Retsu did not hold it against him, turning instead to look at the students below the podium to continue the day's lecture.

After finally waiting for the class to end, before Kisaragi Akira could even heave a sigh of relief, he suddenly heard Unohana Retsu speak:

"Student Kisaragi, please come over for a moment; I still have some matters to inquire about."

Kisaragi Akira's face fell, drooping long.

Considering the gap in their combat strength, the refusal that had reached his lips was swallowed back down.

As expected, Shizune did not deceive him.

Gentle women are the most lethal.

One in front and one behind, they walked slowly down the corridor.

When he arrived at the teacher's office, the room was completely empty.

"I had intended to ask you directly in the classroom, but considering the potential impact this question might have on your life, I thought otherwise."

Unohana Retsu smiled gently, entirely unaffected by the events that had just transpired.

"With no one else around, it is the perfect time to ask for your thoughts."

"Are you interested in joining the Fourth Division as the Fifth Seat?"

Kisaragi Akira was stunned, never having expected Unohana Retsu to ask such a question.

On the way here, he had been wondering if this might turn into some kind of after-school, female teacher scenario.

Sigh, what a waste of excitement.

"Isn't it a bit too early for that?"

Kisaragi Akira said, taken aback, "I have only mastered the most basic knowledge of Kaido so far."

"Besides, compared to Kaido, Kendo is actually my strong suit..."

Halfway through his sentence, Kisaragi Akira suddenly realized something.

When he looked at Unohana Retsu again, he discovered that the gentle captain's eyes had suddenly grown a bit more intense.

"You just said that you are more proficient in Kendo?"

Kisaragi Akira's mouth twitched, and he suppressed the urge to speak.

His tongue had slipped, and he had forgotten the true identity of Unohana Retsu.

Obviously.

Compared to Kaido, Kendo was the thing that truly captivated the First Kenpachi.

He was very clear about his own level in Kaido.

In fact, compared to his Kendo proficiency, his Kaido was somewhat lacking.

After all.

The gap in levels was right there.

[Kendo: lv32]

[Kido: lv23]

A gap of nearly a full tier was enough to explain everything.

Moreover, the Kido level included both Bakudo and Hado, and those two took up a significant portion.

Kaido only accounted for an insignificant fraction.

Seeing that Kisaragi Akira did not answer, Unohana Retsu nodded slightly:

"I understand."

"Let's set aside the topic of you joining the Fourth Division for now."

"Class time is almost upon us, so you should head back and prepare for the next lesson."

Kisaragi Akira breathed a sigh of relief, immediately bid her farewell, and turned to leave without a hint of hesitation.

Sister Hana was lovely, but his life was worth more.

Staying in a room alone with this dangerous woman made his Danger Instinct shriek incessantly, keeping his nerves stretched to the breaking point.

"Thank goodness she didn't press the issue."

Kisaragi Akira stood in the hallway and pondered, "By the way, what was the next class again?"

"Forget it, I won't think about it."

"I'll just find Sosuke; that guy definitely remembers."

No one was more familiar with Aizen's Reiatsu than he was.

Even if that guy deliberately hid his Reiatsu level, Kisaragi Akira could still precisely capture the traces of his presence in the vast sea of people.

"You actually came back alive."

Seeing Kisaragi Akira unscathed, Aizen was somewhat surprised.

This guy had done something so offensive, yet he had returned without a scratch.

"What kind of talk is that?!"

Kisaragi Akira was indignant, "You brat, are you just hoping I die so you can inherit my estate!"

Aizen sighed helplessly, rubbing his forehead.

As expected, it was that familiar feeling.

"By the way, what was the next class again?"

Kisaragi Akira followed Aizen, walking aimlessly forward.

"Teacher Kaede's Kendo class."

Aizen said calmly, "Go to the storage room and grab a wooden sword first; today's lesson should be practical combat."

Upon hearing this answer, Kisaragi Akira's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

He gazed at Aizen with a blank expression, murmuring in a low voice:

"Sosuke, tell me..."

"Teacher Kaede shouldn't be sick, right?"