The Shihoin Clan's Strongest Son-in-Law?

As the two remained locked in combat, a faint flush crept across the cheeks of Shihoin Yoruichi.

Though the hue of her skin made it difficult to discern, her expression was clearly one of extreme exhilaration.

Immediately following this, a crisp, melodic cracking sound echoed through the air.

Snap!

Shihoin Yoruichi's expression stiffened, and she instinctively released her scissor-lock.

Just as she prepared to make her next move, Kisaragi Akira sucked in a sharp breath, baring his teeth as he hissed:

"Don't move!"

"It's broken, call for help!"

The evenly matched display of skill had driven Shihoin Yoruichi into a state of high excitement, leading her to inadvertently fail to restrain her own spiritual pressure and physical strength.

The brief burst of power had resulted in Kisaragi Akira being ruthlessly crushed.

Even though he had sensed the anomaly at the critical moment and unleashed his full spiritual pressure in time, it was not enough.

Seventeenth-grade spiritual power.

A standard Shinigami academy student possesses twentieth-grade spiritual power, a lieutenant possesses fourth to fifth-grade, and third-grade or higher is considered captain-level (based on original canon, Hell Verse).

Kisaragi Akira's current personal panel showed a spiritual pressure level of lv20; calculated against a maximum of one hundred, this corresponded exactly to seventeenth-grade spiritual power.

Perhaps this level was considered outstanding among the many academy students, but compared to Shihoin Yoruichi, the gap was far from insignificant.

The moment Shihoin Yoruichi unleashed her spiritual pressure, Kisaragi Akira experienced firsthand what it meant to face an unbridgeable chasm, a true natural barrier!

At the instant their spiritual pressures collided, it felt as if he were witnessing the collapse of towering mountains, an endless landslide rushing toward him with such destructive force that it obliterated his desperate resistance.

Shihoin Yoruichi seemed to notice her loss of composure and sheepishly released Kisaragi Akira's right arm, which had been twisted like a rag.

The entire arm hung at an unnatural angle; the brutal spiritual pressure and force had shattered the bones and muscles within, leaving the skin a shocking, deep shade of purple.

Kisaragi Akira tried to shake his right hand, but received no response.

"Little Right, you can't die on me!"

His expression was exaggerated and tinged with pain; although it was mostly an act, it only deepened Shihoin Yoruichi's guilt, to the point where she dared not meet Kisaragi Akira's gaze.

This flamboyant style caused Aizen Sosuke's expression to stiffen.

He suddenly realized that being friends with this guy might not be such a glorious thing after all.

Omaeda Kaneshiro appeared before Kisaragi Akira, frowning as he picked up the limp, twisted arm to conduct a detailed examination.

After a long moment, he let out a sigh of relief.

"It hasn't reached the point where amputation is necessary."

"However, the doctors at the Spiritual Arts Academy likely won't be able to handle such a severe injury."

Omaeda Kaneshiro turned to the podium and scribbled out a certificate, detailing the sequence of events on the paper.

"Take this certificate to the General Infirmary of the Fourth Division; Captain Unohana will treat you personally."

"Aizen Sosuke, you go with him."

Aizen Sosuke nodded helplessly.

Shihoin Yoruichi raised her hand, seemingly wanting to tag along.

But after catching the pleading look in Omaeda Kaneshiro's eyes, she pursed her lips and temporarily abandoned the idea.

Once the two had left, Marechiyo signaled for the others to end the class and disperse.

Soon, only the two of them remained in the classroom.

He then let out a heavy sigh, looking toward the unrepentant dark-skinned girl.

"Lady Yoruichi, you promised me you wouldn't go overboard."

"This time, the kid was lucky that it was only a broken arm, but if you had applied that lock to his head, things would have become quite troublesome."

To this, Shihoin Yoruichi defended herself: "It wasn't going overboard, it was just the excitement of finding a worthy opponent."

"When we first started sparring, that guy's Hakuda techniques were quite average, but as the fight progressed..."

The girl's brows furrowed tightly as she suddenly realized something truly terrifying.

If one were to say that because of her Zanpakuto, she had focused exclusively on Hakuda and achieved such excellence that even seated officers paled in comparison, then the progress the young man had shown during their brief clash could no longer be described as rapid.

It was as if he were cheating.

Every Hakuda technique she used was absorbed by him in a very short time, transformed into his own, and executed with even greater perfection.

Such a genius would put the members of the Shihoin Clan to shame!

Even captains would fall short in comparison!

Just as she stood there in silent contemplation.

Omaeda Marechiyo sensed the shift in the atmosphere and spoke up cautiously:

"Lady Shihoin Yoruichi?"

The dark-skinned girl snapped her head up, a glint of light flashing in her eyes:

"Marechiyo, tell me..."

"What if we had this guy marry into the Shihoin Clan?!"

Shihoin Yoruichi's leap in logic made Omaeda Marechiyo's eyes widen. He sucked in a sharp breath, feeling a piercing, aching pain shoot through his teeth.

But compared to his toothache, he had a much bigger headache right now.

Judging by the intelligence that Kisaragi Akira often performed "exorcisms" and "blessings" for his female classmates, the guy's lecherous nature was no less than that of Eighth Division Captain Shunsui Kyoraku—perhaps even worse.

If Lady Shihoin Yoruichi chose to throw herself to the wolves, the guy would definitely agree!

At this thought, his burly frame shuddered, as if he had already foreseen a truly terrifying future.

One had to remember, the Omaeda Clan was inextricably linked to the Shihoin Clan!

On the small path leading to the Fourth Division barracks, two youths wearing spiritual academy uniforms walked along.

It was a very harmonious scene.

If one ignored the fact that a certain disgraceful fellow was wailing incessantly.

"Sosuke, do you think my Little Right will really be able to recover as good as new?"

"With Captain Unohana's medical skills, it shouldn't be a problem."

"That's great! Little Right is my beloved friend, my brother, my own flesh and blood! Even if I die, it cannot be harmed!"

Seeing this, Aizen sighed helplessly.

Shouldn't a normal person be wailing because of the pain from a serious injury?

Why was this guy so fixated on whether his right arm could recover?

And what kind of strange nickname was "Little Right"?

Because his own name contained the character for "Right," every time Kisaragi Akira wailed about "Little Right," Aizen always felt a strange sensation.

It was as if Kisaragi Akira wasn't mourning his right hand, but mourning Aizen himself.

Seemingly picturing the corresponding image in his mind, even someone with a mental fortitude as steady as Aizen couldn't help but shiver, quickening his pace toward the Fourth Division barracks.

Because the Seireitei was so vast, even though the two of them moved at their top speed, it still took nearly an entire day before they arrived at the Fourth Division barracks.

After presenting the proof provided by Omaeda Kaneshiro, the guard Shinigami not only let them pass but even assigned someone to lead the way for Kisaragi Akira and his companion.

Before long, the group arrived at a tidy ward.

The moment Kisaragi Akira stepped inside, a familiar voice rang in his ears.

[Check-in conditions met...]