Inside the training grounds of the Sixth Tower.
"You fool, do you know who I am? Out of my way — I need to teach this arrogant fellow a lesson!"
Fierce flas surrounded Bazz-B, their terrifying heat distorting the air into twisted, grotesque patterns.
He pointed at Sōken, his voice filled with fury.
"I am the invincible Bazz-B! Just a re newcor..."
Sōken's mouth twitched as he let out a helpless sigh. If not for his kind heart and sympathy, he wouldn't have bothered blocking this path.
These past days had shown him that despite his reckless temperant, Bazz-B wasn't truly evil. He had even voiced dissatisfaction with Yhwach.
It would be wasteful to let such a potential turncoat die at Akira's hands.
Bazz-B executed Hirenkyaku (Pure Flying Step), bypassing Sōken's blockade to appear before Akira.
{T/N: Hirenkyaku is the Quincy movent technique, equivalent to Shunpo or Sonído.}
"Hashirama, let's have a great battle!"
Challenging strong opponents was one of his few pleasures, especially when he knew they wouldn't deliver a killing blow.
Though often brutally beaten, Bazz-B seed to relish these fights. Most importantly, each battle with Akira made him noticeably stronger.
While each improvent was small, they accumulated into significant growth.
By his calculations, after a few more decades of beatings, he might beco the second strongest Knight in the Sternritter, surpassed only by Hashirama.
Indeed, his pick for strongest Knight had shifted from Jugram to Hashirama.
In his thousand years, he had seen countless powerful Quincy, but none as monstrous as Akira.
Even Jugram wouldn't dare face his Burning Full Fingers directly, yet Akira not only t them head-on but erged unscathed. This defensive prowess alone ranked him among the top three Sternritter.
But his attacks were even more terrifying. A simple, unembellished punch could displace internal organs, causing instant blackout.
This was Bazz-B's firsthand experience from their many battles.
Sotis he wondered if Akira was even the sa species as him.
Under countless eager eyes, their battle was about to begin. Scorching flas swept across the grounds as waves of burning heat surged downward.
"Want to place bets?"
"I bet Sir Bazz-B can last three moves."
"Three moves? You're underestimating Captain Hashirama—it'll be instant death!"
"I second instant death!"
While the two built up their montum, the vanguard Soldats (soldiers equivalent to Soul Society's Officers) watching from the sidelines had already started placing bets.
Caught up in the excitent, Sōken joined in, wagering his family's Heilig Bogen (Bow). Trusting in Akira, he chose the lowest-odds option: instant death.
Others might not have known, but Sōken understood clearly — that man who laughed like a demon was the Captain of Soul Society's strongest combat Division.
While the crowd was still frantically placing bets, Bazz-B had already crashed to the ground. This ti, he hadn't even withstood a single punch.
Akira reluctantly condensed Reishi into a Heilig Bogen and nocked an arrow.
⤫ Himlspfeil ⥤ Heaven's Arrow! ⤬
The battle was over.
In a terrifying explosion, Bazz-B fell with a frustrated expression, unable to rise.
Seeing this, the Quincy erupted in cheers.
"As expected of Captain Hashirama!"
"What an incomparable technique!"
"The Captain even used a Heilig Bogen, how exciting!"
"Wow! We want to see more techniques!"
Akira raised his right hand, and instantly, the training grounds fell silent.
Such was the eternal truth — strength commanded respect. Though they had initially looked down on this new Captain, after witnessing his power, they were completely convinced.
Most importantly, he treated them as people.
The Sternritter Knights were typically arrogant and aloof. In their eyes, not only were ordinary Quincy worthless, but even the elite Soldat (Holy Soldiers) were re disposable pawns. Only fellow Sternritter could speak to them as equals.
But Captain Hashirama was different. He treated everyone equally.
As he often said, "I don't care if you can fight or not — none of you can fight better than anyway."
"Move this troubleso 'corpse' aside." Akira commanded, "Let's begin today's special training. As you know, we Quincy fight by absorbing Reishi from the air — it's our innate ability. But what if we're trapped sowhere without Reishi? The weakness of this fighting style becos obvious. How do we overco this? The answer: fight with our physical bodies!"
He extended his right hand and clenched his fingers. Power erupted, creating a deafening sonic boom and a circle of white smoke from his palm.
It was extre to the point of exaggeration.
"How can re Reishi absorption compare to a body tempered through countless battles? Those who rely on external power are nothing but weak worms. A true warrior obliterates enemies with a single punch!"
The Quincy's eyes shone brightly as they stared at the muscular figure in the center, their excited expressions growing increasingly fanatical.
This was the life they wanted!
Being respected, speaking as equals, having their own identities...
Under his leadership, the Quincy's style began to transform.
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Such training continued almost daily.
So Sternritter mbers couldn't tolerate this, but with private duels forbidden, they reported directly to Jugram.
As the dutiful acting emperor, Jugram summoned the newly appointed Captain to question him about these activities.
Akira openly shared everything, explaining both his training thods and reasoning.
Though unusual, Jugram found no grounds for objection. Most importantly, under Akira's guidance, the First Vanguard's strength had grown remarkably.
After careful consideration, Jugram expanded Akira's authority by appointing him as Combat Instructor — a position forrly held by Quilge Opie.
Furious at this news, Quilge stord the Sixth Tower that night, determined to settle matters of life and death with Akira.
Three punches and two kicks later, he lay unconscious.
Upon waking in the dical ward, Quilge fell into deep contemplation. The battle had forced him to question everything.
Could this be the true path of Quincy combat?
In Akira, he glimpsed a new future.
Others shared Quilge's initial resistance. Many Knights challenged this newcor's thods, but each was swiftly defeated. Soon, Hashirama's reputation spread throughout the Wandenreich.
His renown even eclipsed Jugram's at one point.
Regarding this, he didn't take it to heart. As long as Akira was still a Quincy, there was no need to worry.
His Majesty Yhwach's control over the Quincy was absolute — all Quincy power in the world flowed from him.
As long as His Majesty remained, the Wandenreich would never be overthrown.
{T/N: Ha, you just wait.}
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Teaching the Quincy wasn't just a passing whim — it was preditated.
Based on Sōken's description and his own observations, Akira discovered that the Quincy weren't inherently evil. While they were violent, this stemd mostly from the incompetence of those in power.
The Sternritter and Schutzstaffel, those high-and-mighty rulers, never treated the rank-and-file Quincy as living beings. In their eyes, these people were re renewable resources.
The fault lay not with the Quincy, but with the world itself.
Even compared to Soul Society's rigid hierarchy, the Wandenreich's class system was far more suffocating.
Sternritter mbers could arbitrarily kill lower-ranked soldiers and Soldats simply because they were in a bad mood.
Yhwach, the Quincy King, was the most tyrannical of all.
He would perform Auswählen at will, reclaiming granted powers like a loan shark — taking back both the Quincy's powers and their lives.
If Akira could save them, it wouldn't be such a bad thing. Besides, this was sothing he could do effortlessly.
Without Aizen by his side, Akira employed his astounding wisdom to carefully analyze the correct usage of his latest Trait, Soul Immortality.
〈 Soul Immortality: Those who chant my true na shall find eternal life in reincarnation! Soul becos resilient, cannot be erased by any form of attack, and can share others' soul damage! 〉
As everyone knew, one of Yhwach's most important abilities related to souls.
Whether through soul distribution, power bestowal, or Auswählen, the Quincy served as his backup energy source. Whenever he fell into decline, he could recover by collecting these debts.
This raised a question: since Akira had received a Schrift, could Yhwach perform Auswählen on him?
Of course, Akira wasn't worried about this at all. Since he possessed an immortal soul, Auswählen would naturally be ineffective.
The key lay in the latter half of the description: He could share others' soul damage.
Analyzing the literal aning, it ant he could bear any soul-related damage for others, but exactly how to bear it still needed research.
Akira had so guesses but couldn't be certain. He planned to ask the all-knowing Aizen after returning to Soul Society.
Moreover, he also needed to ask about the Schrift { W }.
The display of Blut techniques before Jugram was rely a partial manifestation of The World.
In private, he had tried several more tis. Activating the Schrift's power could not only enhance Quincy Techniques but also strengthen the Shinigami's powers — Reiatsu, Spiritual Body, Hakuda, Zanjutsu, even Zanpakutō manifestation.
Schrift { W } was more like an all-around enhancent buff.
But instinctively, Akira felt it wasn't that simple. However, now wasn't the ti to research the Schrift — the objective of infiltrating the Wandenreich hadn't been achieved yet.
After these days of casual inquiry, he had learned so information about the Schutzstaffel from a Quincy.
Now he just needed the right opportunity.
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In the deepest palace of the First Tower.
A fully ard Quincy nervously pushed a food cart along the dark corridor, arriving at a black tal door. The sound of the cart's wheels echoed jarringly in the quiet environnt.
As the Quincy Cross dal released its light, the tal door opened in response.
"Great Lord Gerard." The Quincy looked at the towering figure that suddenly appeared before him, genuine fear flashing in his eyes as he greeted with a trembling voice.
"I heard there's a newcor in the Sternritter?" A deep voice resonated in the dark corridor as curiosity appeared on the towering man's face.
"You... you an Lord Hashirama?" The Quincy forced an awkward smile.
Although Gerard Valkyrie wasn't releasing any Reiatsu, his naturally imposing presence still inspired fear.
Even more frightening was his rcurial temperant and tendency to kill subordinates on a whim.
"Is he strong?" Gerard stroked his chin, "I've been hearing this na quite often lately."
"Strong, very strong." The Quincy maintained his composure and related all the intelligence he knew.
After listening to the full report, Gerard nodded with satisfaction.
"Is that so? I understand. You may leave."
The Quincy, greatly relieved, hurriedly left with the cart, not daring to linger.
Gerard watched his retreating figure, thought briefly, then walked out.
"Pernida, it's up to you." A deep voice ca from within the palace, "Don't let Gerard lose control."
In the darkness, a small figure completely shrouded in a cloak slowly erged, making strange, quiet sounds, as if in acknowledgnt.
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Akira looked at the towering man who suddenly appeared before him, quickly comparing him to people he knew, finally reaching a conclusion:
Don't know him, never t him, next.
"So you're Hashirama." The man let out a hearty laugh, "I am Gerard Valkyrie of the Schutzstaffel. Being renowned throughout the empire is praiseworthy, so... Let true glory light your path forward!"
Out of curiosity, Gerard had co to see Akira, wanting to know what kind of newcor could rise so rapidly within the empire.
His build was massive, rivaling even Sajin. An overwhelming confidence emanated from him, giving the impression that this person would absolutely never lose.
However, Akira had no interest in this guy.
Just another cheater with resurrection powers — no matter how strong, he had his limits.
Rather, the small figure following behind Gerard caught his attention. If he wasn't mistaken, this should be his target.
The Left Arm of the Soul King, Pernida Parnkgjas.
As he observed them, Gerard's eyes glead with battle-lust behind his mask, his cape billowing as brilliant golden Reiatsu soared skyward.
"Hashirama, let's have a great battle!"
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