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The air pressure surged and erupted, transforming into a fierce hurricane as if a bomb had detonated in an instant.

The immediate impact made Kisaragi Akira's vision go dark, his ears ringing with a high-pitched whine.

Even without using spiritual pressure, the mere combination of pure strength and striking technique was enough for Shihoin Yoruichi to achieve absolute dominance at this stage.

A chill ran through Kisaragi Akira's heart, and he instinctively dodged to the side, attempting to evade the lethal strike.

No one knew the weight of Shihoin Yoruichi's punch better than he did.

If it landed squarely, he would be severely injured at best, or dead at worst.

This woman is insane!

The slender fist grazed Kisaragi Akira's cheek, the impact contained within it turning into a violent hurricane that suddenly went berserk!

In that moment.

Kisaragi Akira felt as though he were caught in an undercurrent deep in the ocean, his body being stretched and pulled like putty.

An unprecedented sensation!

Deadly danger seemed to be everywhere!

The hurricane slammed into the solid ground, exploding with a roar. Several jagged cracks spread out like a gaping, bloodthirsty maw, showcasing its cruelty and malice.

Cold sweat slid down the bridge of his nose, and Kisaragi Akira's nerves were stretched to the breaking point.

"Well, not bad at all!"

Yoruichi praised, "You're the first freshman to dodge my punch."

"Since you have such talent, let's increase the difficulty a little. It'll serve as a lesson for the other freshmen as well."

"As the final resort for a Shinigami, Hakuda must be mastered so that every student can graduate with a perfect score."

"So, consider this a little private tutoring from me."

As the staggering students turned their gazes toward the two in the center of the arena, Shihoin Yoruichi moved again.

This time, everyone was surprised to find that they could actually keep up with the girl's movements with their eyes.

Although their understanding was extremely limited, if they could force themselves to memorize it, it would be a formidable Hakuda technique!

In contrast, Kisaragi Akira stood motionless, his gaze dull, like a wooden puppet.

Seeing this, Yoruichi shook her head in disappointment.

Genius or not, they were still rare.

Otherwise, even with a batch of students graduating every year, there wouldn't be so few captain-level powerhouses.

This guy was very rude, but a small lesson would suffice.

Thinking of this, Yoruichi reined in the force of her fist and slowed her speed by a fraction.

However, in Kisaragi Akira's world.

The moment Yoruichi launched her attack, her posture was instantly broken down into dozens of components.

Her arms, legs, waist, torso, and even the slight sway of her chest were meticulously distinguished.

At this moment.

Kisaragi Akira was like a parched sponge, thirstily absorbing the essence of this Hakuda technique.

In just a fleeting instant, he had mastered and digested all its strengths and weaknesses, transforming them into his own.

Heart of the Divine!

The moment he fully grasped the rhythm of Yoruichi's technique, he truly understood the terrifying extent of the exclusive trait, Heart of the Divine.

Although this trait could not create powerful combat strength for him, it provided infinite, boundless potential.

With this trait alone, he could reach the pinnacle of technique!

A brilliant light flickered in Kisaragi Akira's pupils, and his entire aura underwent a earth-shattering transformation!

Aizen, who had been helped to the side, watched his friend in the arena with great interest, the slight upturn of his lips indicating that his mood was far from calm.

Yoruichi also sensed the change in Kisaragi Akira, but with the arrow already on the string, she could no longer hold back. She had no choice but to bite the bullet and charge toward the seemingly defenseless boy with her fist surging like a cannonball.

Rock, paper, scissors.

Snap!

With a crisp sound, Kisaragi Akira's palm covered Yoruichi's fist, his movement light and gentle, as if they were lovers playfully sparring.

But the moment the two connected, a heart-stopping roar erupted.

Surging air waves rolled out in every direction.

Although it didn't cause major destruction, it left the students—who had been battered and bruised by Shihoin Yoruichi—dumbfounded, unable to believe their eyes.

He blocked it?!

No, how could this guy possibly do that?!

Countless similar thoughts surged through the crowd like a raging sea.

They could not believe the scene before them, and were even less willing to accept that they would lose to the priest of some obscure little shrine.

During their time together as classmates, the other students had gradually become clear about the identity of Kisaragi Akira.

Compared to most of the wealthy and noble figures in Seireitei, Kisaragi Akira, who hailed from Rukongai, could not compare to the others even with his status as a shrine priest.

Yet, this commoner had actually managed to briefly suppress a big shot from the Shihoin family during the hand-to-hand combat assessment!

"Eh, you blocked it."

Yoruichi looked up at the tall youth standing right before her, a look of utter surprise appearing on her delicate and pretty face.

"Unexpected."

"To think you'd use that method to break it; are you a genius in the way of hand-to-hand combat?"

As Yoruichi's voice reached his ears, Kisaragi Akira remained calm on the surface, but his mental state was secretly nearing a breaking point.

There was no other reason than the fact that the gap in power between the two was so great it could not be ignored.

Even though he had caught her punch with his palm, it had still nearly shattered the bones in his hand.

If not for his excellent personal fortitude holding him together, he would likely have screamed out loud by now.

Hold it in, I must hold it in!

I absolutely cannot let my lifelong reputation be ruined here and now.

Yoruichi seemed to have sensed Kisaragi Akira's current state.

She immediately chuckled, her slender left wrist flipping as she launched another hand-to-hand technique.

This time, it was a close-quarters grapple.

A force of extreme brutality acted upon Kisaragi Akira's arms, directly restricting his ability to perform any further moves to the absolute limit.

Fortunately, Kisaragi Akira released Yoruichi's right hand in time, buying himself a sliver of a chance.

Yoruichi pressed her advantage relentlessly, displaying increasingly refined hand-to-hand techniques, her movements becoming swifter and more rapid, like a terrifying, ever-growing hurricane seeking to swallow Kisaragi Akira whole.

Yet, in the face of such powerful momentum, Kisaragi Akira was like a lone boat on an endless ocean; seemingly on the verge of capsizing, yet always managing to find a clever way to survive at the very brink of death.

At the same time, under Yoruichi's powerful suppression, he was able to continuously utilize the properties of the Heart of the Divine, learning the true essence of her techniques from the slowed-down pace of her strikes.

As the fierce battle between the two continued, Marechiyo Omaeda nearby noticed something was wrong.

Wait!

How did they end up tangled together while fighting?!

Kisaragi Akira's right hand was locked against Yoruichi's chest.

Yoruichi's legs were clamped around Kisaragi Akira's neck in a scissor hold; if not for his left hand blocking her thighs, his head would likely have been crushed.

Meanwhile, Kisaragi Akira's legs were also clamped around Yoruichi's waist.

Both sides were suppressing each other, and in terms of positioning, Kisaragi Akira even held a slight advantage!

Kisaragi Akira knew very well that Yoruichi's competitive nature meant she wasn't releasing her spiritual pressure, relying only on pure technique, which was exactly what gave him an opening.

If this were a life-or-death battle, he would likely have been blasted into dust by her in an instant.

"Lady Yoruichi has locked Kisaragi Akira down!"

"Wrong! The way I see it, Kisaragi Akira has locked down Lady Yoruichi!"

The heated debate among the observing students startled Marechiyo Omaeda.

By the time he finally came to his senses, the posture of the two had become extremely ambiguous.

And beside them, Aizen's gaze held a hint of newfound intensity.

Interesting...

A genius who hides his true self, just like me?

Regarding Aizen, I found some information; it is unclear when his ambition began to show, but what is clear is that he belongs to the type of person who is deeply lonely because he is too much of a genius.

This was mentioned during the battle between Aizen and Mugetsu Ichigo.