Kisaragi Akira, Who Commits All Evils

"Burning down the dojo, beating up a teacher."

Kaede Junya chewed heavily on the blood pressure medication he had specifically requested from Unohana Retsu, breathing with great effort as he glared with wide, bulging eyes at the boy before him.

"Tell me, is there anything left that you wouldn't dare to do?!"

Hearing this, Kisaragi Akira fell into deep thought, his expression turning earnest as he replied:

"I haven't kissed the Captain yet..."

As soon as these words left his lips, Kaede Junya felt his vision go black, his blood pressure skyrocketing as he gasped for air.

Fortunately, the blood pressure medication customized by Unohana Retsu, while expensive, was highly effective and managed to stabilize his vitals just in time.

"I'm marking you down for a major disciplinary offense this time."

Having finally recovered, Teacher Kaede waved his hand dismissively and issued the major penalty.

"If there is a next time, don't even think about graduating from the Spiritual Arts Academy!"

Kisaragi Akira took the disciplinary notice and glanced at the record of school rule violations listed on it.

Wait!

"Why is the theft at the Shin'o Cafeteria last Saturday being pinned on me?" Kisaragi Akira asked, dissatisfied.

Although he had occasionally snuck into the Shin'o Cafeteria for a snack in the past, ever since he took over the assets of the Azashiro Clan, he had never done anything so beneath him again.

Nowadays, when he went to the cafeteria to forage, he simply ordered double portions.

Don't ask why; if you have to ask, it's because he was wealthy and could do whatever he pleased.

Kaede Junya's expression faltered, then he reacted, frowning as he said:

"It wasn't you?"

"The Shin'o Cafeteria lost nearly three days' worth of meat that day. In my memory, you seem to be the only one capable of eating that much."

Kisaragi Akira was incensed.

Did this Teacher Kaede take him for a bottomless pit?!

Three days' worth of meat—even if you added Aizen to the mix, the two of them together couldn't finish it.

"Forget it, a debtor doesn't worry about one more debt."

Kaede Junya waved his hand, speaking weakly, "Just leave it as it is. You've surely committed other violations that haven't been discovered yet, so consider this a makeup for those."

With that, Teacher Kaede began to shoo him away.

He got a headache just looking at this kid, Kisaragi Akira; it was becoming a conditioned reflex.

When he first enrolled, how had he failed to notice that this kid was such a troublemaker?

Kisaragi Akira carried his disciplinary notice, walking back to his dormitory with a melancholy expression.

He never expected that a casual chat with Aizen would turn into a self-fulfilling prophecy, cementing his future path.

At this rate, if he committed a few more offenses, even if Teacher Kaede wanted to bail him out, it would likely be very difficult.

After all, the impartiality of the Academy Director, Okikiba Genshiro, was legendary within the Spiritual Arts Academy.

Of course, someone like Kisaragi Akira, who was nearly expelled for violating school rules, was also a rare breed.

He clearly hadn't done anything; everything had just been an accident.

After all, who could have guessed that the future Grand Chief of the Kido Corps would be scorched to a crisp by an academy student's Hado?

Though, thinking about it, he felt a small sense of pride.

He hadn't even joined a division yet, and he had already taken down a captain-level powerhouse. If he kept this up for another two years, what would happen then?

Fortunately, Kisaragi Akira still possessed a shred of self-awareness.

Hikifune Tessai had taken the full force of the attack without any defenses and had only suffered minor injuries.

The gap between the two of them was still quite obvious.

"Still need to work harder."

He muttered to himself, "But before I work hard, let's see what I got from today's check-in."

Three seconds later, Kisaragi Akira slammed a book onto the ground in a fit of rage:

"The One-Eyed Great Deity is my witness, can someone tell me what the Complete Cookbook is good for?"

"Am I supposed to whip up a couple of glowing dishes?"

Staring at the cookbook on the floor, Kisaragi Akira hesitated for a moment before finally picking it up obediently.

Although this thing was useless, if he handed it to someone who knew how to use it, it might actually serve some purpose.

Three minutes later.

"Sosuke!"

Someone burst into the dormitory, full of excitement, "Look what I brought back for you!"

"A cookbook?"

Aizen paused, puzzled by what kind of madness this guy was spouting again.

"That's right!"

Kisaragi Akira said proudly, "I found this in the Azashiro Clan's collection. It records all sorts of delicacies, and the tofu dishes alone number as many as..."

"Uh, anyway, there are a lot of them."

Aizen liked eating tofu dishes; he had always kept that in mind.

Hearing this, Aizen actually took the cookbook and began to flip through it seriously.

"Let me ask you."

"Is this Great Magic Panda Tofu also something collected by the Azashiro Clan?"

Kisaragi Akira's expression stiffened, and cold sweat slid down his forehead.

This damn cookbook actually recorded dishes that could glow?!

"Ha, although the name is a bit strange."

He chuckled dryly, "But the Azashiro Clan is a noble family with a long history; it's normal for them to record a few more things."

"You study it well, I won't disturb you anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking, before Aizen could continue, Kisaragi Akira had already vanished from the bedroom.

Watching his retreating back, the smile on Aizen's face faded slightly, his brows furrowed, and a barely audible murmur echoed in the empty room:

"A coincidence?"

"Or is it that he has noticed something..."

His actions during this period had been extremely careful and cautious; even the existence of a captain-level individual would find it difficult to track his movements.

Given Kisaragi Akira's Reiatsu and investigative abilities, it shouldn't be...

Suddenly, a faint light seemed to flicker in the depths of Aizen's eyes, as if he had thought of something very important.

"Is it that strange intuitive instinct again?"

"It seems that I will have to be even more careful in my future actions..."

Aizen's gaze shifted, finally landing on the Complete Cookbook on the table. After a moment of thought, the corners of his mouth curled up:

"Perhaps, this is also a good excuse..."

Escaping from the bedroom, Kisaragi Akira wandered through the Spiritual Arts Academy, pondering whether he should bring some eggs to visit Hikifune Tessai.

He was his Kido teacher after all, and he had been injured because of him.

"I hope Teacher Tessai likes eggs."

Seeing that there was no one around, Kisaragi Akira produced three boxes of premium eggs out of thin air.

As for these items obtained from check-ins, not to mention anything else, the quality alone was definitely top-notch.

Essential for visiting friends and relatives, traveling at home, and committing arson or murder.

When Kisaragi Akira arrived in front of the infirmary ward carrying the eggs and was about to push the door open, he inadvertently heard voices coming from inside.

"Is that guy Kisaragi Akira's talent in Kido really that outrageous?"

"More than that, the Hado he created himself, Byakurai, has caused a certain impact on the existing Kido system."

Kisaragi Akira recognized this as the voice of Hikifune Tessai. Driven by curiosity, he pressed against the door and carefully eavesdropped.

"The perfect fusion of Hado #4 Byakurai and Bakudo #21 Red Smoke Escape has directly developed a new Kido. Not only is the power astonishing, but the attack range is also terrifying."

"In terms of talent for Kido, I am not his equal..."

To this, Kisaragi Akira nodded in agreement.

However, just as he was waiting for what came next, he suddenly noticed that the room had gone completely silent, even the sound of breathing becoming barely perceptible.

Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat.

Before Kisaragi Akira could react further, the tightly closed door was pulled open directly.

And he, caught off guard, leaned forward, his entire face burying itself directly into something soft...