'Did this child hit his head just now?'
Genryūsai's face filled with confusion as he tried to understand what kind of fit Akira was having. After a mont's hesitation, staying true to his conscientious nature, he spoke patiently.
"Don't worry, since you've beco a disciple of Genji School, I will teach you everything I know. With your talent, you might even complete your training in no ti."
Akira sat cross-legged on the floor, then suddenly vomited a pool of greenish blood.
Under the old man's startled gaze, Akira's hands began emitting the light of Kaidō as he treated himself. His movents were so practiced that he must have done this hundreds of tis.
What puzzled Genryūsai even more was that while Akira's healing technique seed sowhat raw, his movents were perfectly structured — as if copied directly from a textbook.
This level of skill surpassed not only the teachers at the Shin'ō Academy but even the Seated Officers of the 4th Division's Relief Station.
Even more astonishing was the frightening efficiency of his healing — within just a few breaths, his pale face regained its color, and his energy returned.
Genryūsai watched in amazent, unsure whether to marvel at the boy's incredible healing abilities or his superhuman constitution.
In fact, it was both.
Although Akira had only learned the Death Sword Style from Unohana and mastered just the basic Kaidō techniques taught at the Academy, his natural talent had helped him perfect every detail, from correcting early mistakes to executing flawless hand seals.
Combined with the dual enhancent of 'Miraculous Healing' and 'Kidō Mastery', his healing ability now surpassed that of any Seated Officer or even Lieutenant of the 4th Division.
More remarkably, his unusual Spiritual Body was not only tough but recovered at an astounding rate.
With these three advantages working together, Akira had beco virtually indestructible — minor injuries barely affected him.
"Captain-Commander, sir, there's no ti to waste. Shall we begin now?" After healing himself, he stretched his sore limbs and body, working to restore his spiritual form to optimal condition.
Seeing this, Genryūsai found himself stunned once again, bewildernt flashing in his aged eyes.
He had initially valued Akira's potential after noticing his extraordinary talent, which far surpassed his peers at the Academy. This had led him to instruct Chōjirō Sasakibe to teach according to the boy's abilities.
After receiving various reports and making multiple observations, he had noticed a familiar shadow in this boy.
His most reassuring disciple, the current captain of the 8th Division, Shunsui Kyōraku.
Of course, he was only reassuring now. Back in his training days, Shunsui had been quite the troublemaker.
Despite his natural talent, his lazy disposition and unruly behavior would have hindered his success if not for certain life-changing events that transford his attitude.
But looking at Akira...
Though Genryūsai had initially expected him to share Shunsui's personality, their actual interactions revealed them to be entirely different characters.
They shared only a few superficial traits.
{T/N: While one likes to chase after won, the other just wait for them to co and be exorcised for a fair price...}
Looking at the youth sitting cross-legged before him, Genryūsai's gaze grew distant as he wondered if he could guide this one down the right path.
"Captain-Commander, sir, what are you thinking about?" Akira waved his hand in front of the old man's face, trying to break his reverie.
"Ahem, let make sothing clear first." Genryūsai pushed away his hand and resud his dignified manner, speaking gravely, "Training in the Elental Style is extrely demanding. Once you begin, there's no turning back — even in life-threatening situations."
The youth sat properly cross-legged across from the old man, eting his aged face with an unwavering grin, "That's exactly what I want. You can rest assured about that..."
Relieved by this response, Genryūsai began explaining the founding principles of the Original Private School (Genji) and its role in Soul Society.
To him, techniques were rely external. True strength and unwavering resolve could only co from mastering the underlying principles.
He believed that once Akira grasped these principles, he would understand himself, achieve soul awareness, learn his Zanpakutō's true na, and unlock his Shikai...
"The Genji School's principles have evolved since its founding, transforming from focusing on killing to emphasizing protection, through many twists and turns..."
Three minutes later, Akira's eyelids began their own battle, clashing repeatedly as his head started to droop.
"...zzz..."
Until an angry roar broke out.
"Outrageous!" Genryūsai thundered, "The theories of the Genji School that I'm teaching are fundantal principles, yet you dare to fall asleep here! It seems you need a lesson to understand the importance of respecting your teacher."
As the words fell, the old man was shirtless again, ready to punch the undisciplined disciple.
Akira's eyes imdiately lit up.
Perfect, this was how it should be. Lectures were nowhere near as enjoyable as combat — ntal torture was far more unbearable than physical pain.
Soon, both sides engaged in battle.
The clash of powers instantly made the already dilapidated training ground even more unsightly.
Genryūsai deliberately suppressed his power, hoping to teach this boy a lesson without causing serious harm, to make him truly repent.
However, he quickly discovered a problem.
Why did this kid's expression beco more excited and fierce the more he got hit?
Could he have so kind of unspeakable fetish?
{T/N:...}
Genryūsai began to doubt his judgnt.
Looking at Akira, who was grinning with his neat silver-white teeth clenched, his face fierce as he launched powerful punches.
Respect for teachers? More like complete defiance!
Unfortunately, the gap between them was too vast, and even when Akira pulled out his trump card of Kidō pattern enhancent, he was still thoroughly dominated, with almost no ability to fight back.
Moreover, Genryūsai's attacks were so swift that he couldn't even learn much from them.
The 'Heart of a God' talent was based on his current level's maximum potential.
The difference in rank between him and Genryūsai was too great, making it impossible to understand the mysteries between techniques, leaving him able to grasp only superficial aspects.
More importantly, the old man's Elental Style, refined over thousands of years, had returned to its primitive simplicity, where seemingly simple punches and kicks had beco instinctive movents.
{T/N: I decided to change the na to 'Elental Style' because it's not about using an elent of nature (which I thought would be fire and that's why I kept the na), but rather about being a technique so focused on pure principles that it becos elentary (my dear Watson).}
Even without using any Reiatsu, he could still unleash terrifying force capable of destroying everything!
After the final Elental Style Palm Strike landed, Akira once again beca a shooting star, flying straight up through the training hall's ceiling and crashing heavily into so squad barracks...
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