The surging energy erupted, transforming into a fierce hurricane—as if a bomb had exploded. Akira's vision darkened, his ears ringing from the impact.
Even without using Reiatsu (Spiritual Pressure), Yoruichi's pure combination of strength and technique was enough to achieve absolute dominance at this stage.
Akira's heart sank as he instinctively dodged to the side, trying to avoid this fatal attack. No one understood her devastating punch better than him. A direct hit would result in severe injury at best, death at worst.
This woman has gone mad!
Her seemingly slender fist grazed past his cheek, its impact transforming into an explosive hurricane. He felt as if he were caught in the dark currents of the deep sea, his body pulled and stretched like putty — an unprecedented sensation!
Danger lurked everywhere!
The hurricane slamd into the solid ground with a boom, creating hideous cracks that resembled gaping, bloody mouths — a display of raw ferocity and danger.
Cold sweat trickled down the bridge of Akira's nose, his nerves stretched to their limit.
"Well, not bad at all!" Yoruichi praised, "You're the first freshman to dodge my punch. Since you're so talented, let's raise the difficulty a bit. It'll serve as a lesson for the other freshn too. Hakuda, being the last resort for the Shinigami, must be mastered by every academy student before graduation. Consider this so extra tutoring."
As the staggering students turned their gaze to the two in the arena, she moved again. To everyone's surprise, they found their eyes could actually track the girl's movents this ti.
Though extrely difficult to comprehend, if they forced themselves to rember it, this could still be considered a Hakuda secret technique!
In contrast, Akira's gaze appeared slightly dazed, his body still as a statue. Seeing this, Yoruichi shook her head in disappointnt. Though this guy was quite impolite, a small lesson would suffice.
However, in his world, the mont she launched her attack, her posture was instantly broken down into dozens of parts. Arms, legs, waist, torso — even the slight tremors in front were ticulously distinguished.
At this mont, Akira was like a dry sponge, eagerly absorbing the key points of this Hakuda technique. In just a brief mont, he had grasped and digested all its advantages and disadvantages, transforming them into his own.
Heart of a God!
As he fully grasped the rhythm of Yoruichi's technique, he realized the true potential of his unique trait, Heart of a God. While it didn't grant him raw power, it offered limitless potential — with this ability alone, he could reach the pinnacle of skill.
A brilliant light flickered in his eyes, and his aura transford dramatically.
Aizen, now at the sidelines, watched his friend in the arena with keen interest. The slight curve of his lips betrayed that his mood was far from calm.
Yoruichi noticed Akira's change, but she was already committed to her attack. Gritting her teeth, she charged towards the seemingly defenseless young man, her fist exploding forward.
Janjanken!
{T/N: This is a personal joke, don't mind much...}
Slap!
With a crisp sound, Akira's palm t Yoruichi's fist — a movent as light and gentle as lovers playfully tussling. Yet the mont they connected, it erupted into a heart-palpitating boom, sending surging waves of energy in all directions.
Though it caused no major damage, the academy students who had suffered her beatings stood dumbfounded, scarcely believing their eyes.
He blocked it?! How could he possibly do that?!
Countless similar thoughts crashed like waves through everyone's minds. They couldn't fathom the scene before them, and were even more reluctant to accept that they might lose to an unknown shrine priest from a small shrine.
Over their ti as classmates, the academy students had gradually learned about Akira's background. Despite his status as a shrine priest, this young man, hailing from Rukongai, still paled in comparison to the wealthy and noble inhabitants of Seireitei.
Yet this commoner had montarily matched a prodigy from the Shihōin family in the Hakuda test!
"Oh, you blocked it." Yoruichi looked up at the tall young man, her delicate face showing surprise, "That's unexpected. To think you'd use this thod to counter — are you a Hakuda genius?"
As her words reached his ears, Akira maintained a calm exterior, but beneath the surface, his ntal state was approaching chaos.
The difference in strength between them had beco too great to ignore!
Even receiving her punch with his palm had nearly shattered the bones in his hand. If not for his iron will and determination to maintain his dignity, he would have cried out in pain.
Endure, he must endure! He couldn't let his hard-earned reputation crumble here!
Yoruichi seed to notice his struggle. She chuckled, her slender wrist turning as she launched another Hakuda technique.
This ti, it was close-quarters grappling. The brutal force acted on his arms, severely limiting his movent. Fortunately, Akira managed to free her right hand, giving himself a glimr of hope.
Yoruichi pressed her advantage, unleashing increasingly exquisite Hakuda techniques. Her movents grew swifter and fiercer, like a terrifying hurricane threatening to engulf him completely.
Yet, in the face of such overwhelming power, Akira was like a small boat on a vast ocean — seemingly on the verge of capsizing, but always managing to cleverly stay afloat.
Under her strong suppression, he continuously utilized his Heart of a God, learning the true essence of the Hakuda techniques even as they threatened to overwhelm him.
As the two continued their intense battle, Marechiyo, watching from the sidelines, noticed sothing odd.
Wait a minute! How had the two of them ended up so entangled during their fight?!
Yoruichi had Akira's right hand pinned against his chest. Her legs were wrapped around his neck in a scissor hold, and only his left hand blocking her thighs prevented his head from being crushed. anwhile, his legs were locked around her waist.
Both fighters were restraining each other, with Akira seemingly having a slight positional advantage.
He knew that Yoruichi's competitive spirit had kept her from using her Reiatsu, relying solely on technique — a weakness he'd managed to exploit. In a true life-or-death battle, he suspected she would have obliterated him instantly.
"Lady Yoruichi has Akira in a lock!"
"No, you're wrong! From where I'm standing, Akira has Lady Yoruichi locked!"
The heated debate among the academy students finally snapped Marechiyo out of his daze. As he ca to his senses, he realized just how suggestive the fighters' posture had beco.
Off to the side, Aizen's gaze intensified, a hint of intrigue in his eyes.
Interesting... Another genius in hiding, just like himself?
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