The Correct Use of Sister Hua

"Sosuke, you will never get your hands on my inheritance!"

Kisaragi Akira held his sword and stepped forward, his face full of indignation. It was only just now that he realized why Aizen had suddenly abandoned his usual low-profile style.

So, this was the trap he had laid.

Mutual appreciation between geniuses?

Bah, this kid just wanted to screw him over!

Feeling the surprised gazes circling him, Aizen sighed helplessly. His previous actions seemed to have done more harm than good.

In order to test this guy's true strength, he had ended up trapping himself.

But he couldn't suppress the curiosity in his heart.

As his only friend at the Spiritual Arts Academy.

Akira, let me witness your true limits.

Standing opposite Unohana Retsu, Kisaragi Akira's face fell, and he whispered miserably:

"Captain Unohana, I was just running my mouth earlier."

"Actually, I don't know anything about Kendo..."

Unohana Retsu smiled in response: "It's alright, true swordsmanship does not lie."

As the words fell.

Kisaragi Akira watched as Unohana Retsu switched from a one-handed grip to a two-handed grip.

The gentle temperament she previously carried vanished instantly, replaced by a bone-chilling sharpness that reached its peak.

Her soft smile slowly faded, and Unohana Retsu's eyes widened slightly. Her warm face turned as cold as an Asura, and a grand, overwhelming killing intent spilled out from beneath her robes.

It was as if endless darkness spread beneath her feet; the dojo transformed into a hell, bone-eroding coldness swallowed everything, and a terrifying pressure blanketed the space ahead.

The moment he locked eyes with Unohana Retsu's calm gaze, Kisaragi Akira's Danger Instinct issued an unprecedented warning, a sharp, piercing screech that felt as if it would snap his nerves.

In Kisaragi Akira's eyes, the bamboo sword that had seemed harmless a moment ago was now stained with mottled, viscous blood.

Drip, drip, drip...

Unohana Retsu wore a smile, but it lacked its usual gentleness.

In its place was a fervent intent to kill!

Without a moment's hesitation, the instant Kisaragi Akira tightened his grip on his bamboo sword, Unohana Retsu took the initiative. With a light tap of her toes, she transformed into an arrow released from a bow, charging straight ahead.

The bamboo sword whistled through the air.

The air let out a groan of agony as if it were being torn apart, the currents parting to either side.

Without releasing a single shred of Reiatsu, relying solely on her understanding of Kendo and her vast combat experience, Unohana Retsu unleashed a stunning display of swordsmanship.

In the blink of an eye, the bamboo sword was inches away!

Kisaragi Akira's pupils constricted sharply. His brain didn't even have time to think; his Danger Instinct erupted like a volcanic eruption, forcing him to subconsciously unleash his greatest strength.

The bamboo swords collided with a crisp, sharp sound!

As the two crossed paths, Unohana Retsu's footsteps faltered.

Her light toes pivoted on the dojo floor, and the moment she turned, she used the momentum of the rotation to put all her strength into the bamboo sword, slashing diagonally downward!

She did not unleash excessive power, instead controlling it to a level comparable to Kisaragi Akira's.

Otherwise, he would have been crushed without a doubt during the very first clash of their bamboo swords.

Even so, Unohana Retsu remained surprised by Kisaragi Akira's performance.

It was strength completely unlike what someone at this stage should be able to exert; even without using Reiatsu, the boy's swordsmanship still felt heavy and powerful.

It was as if it wasn't a bamboo sword coming down, but a stone pillar!

Kisaragi Akira's constricted pupils did not return to normal. Having taken the first strike, the second followed immediately, giving him no time to catch his breath.

In his eyes, the flat bamboo sword looked like a razor-sharp nail, thrusting straight toward his throat.

Kisaragi Akira instinctively held his breath and leaned his neck back, the bamboo sword grazing his skin as it flew past.

Only after narrowly avoiding this Kendo technique did he realize that he could never project his previous performance as an academy student onto himself.

Otherwise, the outcome would be absolutely miserable.

After only a few brief exchanges, the students watching from behind were left dumbfounded.

With their limited intellects, they couldn't even begin to comprehend what was happening before their eyes.

Not long ago, the Kendo duel between Aizen and Unohana Retsu had already exceeded the scope of these elite students.

But now, the Kendo duel between Kisaragi Akira and Unohana Retsu was even more heart-stopping to the extreme.

Unohana Retsu had abandoned her role as an instructor; the trajectory of her bamboo sword was brutal and vicious. A moment of carelessness could result in death beneath her blade.

A glint of intense interest rose in Aizen's eyes.

So, this is your true level?

Reiatsu, Kaido, Kendo, Hakuda, communicating with Asauchi, protective charms...

Akira, just how many secrets are you still hiding?

At this moment, Aizen's curiosity was piqued to its absolute peak.

The Kendo duel continued.

Unohana Retsu did not grant Kisaragi Akira a moment to rest; with a light tap of her toes, she lunged toward him once more.

This time, she changed her style of attack.

The moment she drew near, her nimble bamboo sword suddenly slowed.

As the first sound of impact rang out, the rhythm of Kendo began to ripple outward.

It was as if a heavy, archaic melody were being played.

The interplay of low and resonant tones spread a profound, palpable texture throughout the dojo.

A heavy undertone lingered, laced with an omnipresent, genuine murderous intent that diffused slowly like mist.

Just as Kisaragi Akira finally managed to familiarize himself with Unohana Retsu's attack tempo.

He saw the edge of her bamboo sword shift abruptly, the melody suddenly turning incredibly high-pitched, swift, and fierce.

The clatter of the bamboo swords transformed into a continuous, torrential wave of sound, assaulting the eardrums of the observing students.

By this stage.

Kisaragi Akira felt the pressure mounting; every time he parried one of Unohana Retsu's sword techniques, his arms trembled and the webbing between his thumb and forefinger went numb.

Fortunately.

The Heart of the Divine was constantly at work.

While he could not fully master Unohana Retsu's Kendo forms and schools, absorbing a massive amount of knowledge from them was not difficult.

At this moment, Kisaragi Akira was like a parched sponge.

He was thirstily soaking up the Kendo knowledge that Unohana Retsu was meticulously imparting.

Kendo: lv32, lv43, lv47, lv52, lv56...

His Kendo level was skyrocketing.

Unohana Retsu noticed this as well.

From his initial, struggling parries to his later, fluid movements.

Kisaragi Akira's Kendo had leaped from an above-average level to the very pinnacle!

Kendo: lv60!

In just a few short minutes, his Kendo level had jumped several major tiers, reaching a height that even seated officers and vice-captains would struggle to attain!

As their bamboo swords crossed, creating a scene of evenly matched combat.

The corners of Unohana Retsu's mouth curled upward slightly; she suddenly realized that the boy before her was, in every sense of the word, a genuine Kendo genius!

Thinking of this...

That heart of hers, which had long since grown dormant, began to burn with fervor once again!