"It's finally done."
In the back hills of the Spiritual Arts Academy, Kisaragi Akira examined the long sword crackling with intertwined lightning and fire in his hand and smiled with satisfaction.
Three days had passed since he blew up the dormitory.
Just as Aizen had said, creating a new Kido was not as simple as Akira had imagined.
Even with his Exclusive Entry, [Ingenious Craftsmanship], it had taken many attempts before he finally completed the construction of the Thunder Fire Sword.
Considering his literary skills, he hadn't written a new Kido incantation. That sort of thing wasn't good for his brain cells.
Simply arranging his Reiatsu was enough to release the Thunder Fire Sword.
Moreover, without the assistance of a Kido incantation or hand signs, it was even harder to release than a number fifty Kido.
Of course, for someone like Kisaragi Akira, who had made Byakurai and Shakkaho instinctive, this was actually more convenient.
"Should I keep creating new Kido next?"
Akira had too many ideas he couldn't wait to bring to life. The feeling of accomplishing something in a particular field was like downing an entire bottle of ice-cold cola on a scorching summer day.
Refreshing from head to toe.
Just as he eagerly prepared to develop the neighboring village's ninja techniques, a familiar Reiatsu entered his range of perception.
Aizen glanced at the finished product in Akira's hand. A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes, but he quickly concealed it.
"Akira, someone from the First Division is here."
Akira was confused. "So? Could they be here about the dormitory that got blown up?"
He'd learned from Aizen earlier that Teacher Kaede had withheld all the mission pay. That money alone would be enough to build another ten or eight dormitories.
He wasn't worried in the slightest that