Bleach: The Strongest Shinigami-Chapter 283 ⥤ Everything Is Ready, Just Waiting for the Right Moment

Chapter 283 - 283 ⥤ Everything Is Ready, Just Waiting for the Right Moment

"A Zanpakutō is not such an inconvenient thing!"

In the classroom, Akira swung his fist violently at the target.

Without making a sound, the target — specially reinforced by Kurotsuchi to withstand a normal Captain's full-power attack — instantly vanished. Not even dust remained. It was as if some rule-based power had simply erased it from existence.

Below the platform, the students' faces turned pale.

Compared to other teachers, Captain Kisaragi's teaching style was truly unique. Such an extraordinary display of power was completely beyond their comprehension.

"Teacher Kisaragi!" Tōshirō raised his hand, "I have a question."

Akira blew on his pristine fist, showing a gentle smile.

"Just ask directly — there aren't many rules in my classroom."

Tōshirō stood up and bowed slightly.

It had taken less than a week for him to go from doubt to trust. Now, as one of the elite students, he had complete faith in this man. Only someone like this could lead Soul Society to greater glory.

After all these years, this was the first time anyone had heard of Central 46 members being selected from the Rukongai. More importantly, living standards in Rukongai had been rising steadily, even in the outer districts.

With the growing interaction with Hueco Mundo, all of Soul Society displayed a flourishing and grand appearance.

Tōshirō paused hesitantly, "If we learn this way, wouldn't the Zanjutsu class overlap with Hakuda?"

Akira stroked his chin, considering this, "Indeed, it might be too early for you to learn this at your current level. Even with my astounding wisdom, it was only after studying under Yama-jii that I gradually developed my own fighting style. In that case, let's change the topic!"

Akira picked up his Zanpakutō from the nearby sword rack, waved it at everyone, and flashed a confident smile.

"The next lesson is about how to communicate with your Zanpakutō and maintain a good bond. Not to brag, but you'd be hard-pressed to find anyone in the Sangai more skilled at this than me. Even Yama-jii doesn't come close. The bond between me and Kūkan Mukai is as deep as that between body and soul — a relationship others cannot understand. That's why they call me the Sword Whisperer!"

Kūkan Mukai, held high in the air, trembled and made an excited blade sound.

Whether it was their imagination or not, Tōshirō and the others suddenly felt that this Zanpakutō's attitude wasn't quite as friendly as they had imagined.

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"Uwaaah!!"

Under the swirling black mist in the sky, Kisuke let out an embarrassing scream and collapsed, his body covered in wounds as he struggled to raise his right hand.

"Big Sis Rangiku, I give up! The Lieutenant position is yours!"

Rangiku snickered and withdrew the sky-covering black mist, her expression proud.

After years of dedicated training and with her exceptional talent, she had finally defeated her superior and reclaimed the Lieutenant position that should have been hers all along.

Good, one step closer to Akira!

Watching her triumphant laughter, Kisuke breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally free of that cursed 11th Division Lieutenant position. Life would surely be easier from now on...

"Very well, I'll issue my first order as Lieutenant!"

Rangiku struck a familiar pose with her hands on her hips, immediately giving Kisuke a bad feeling.

"I appoint Third Seat Urahara as Administrative Officer, responsible for handling all division matters — both large and small."

Kisuke: "?"

Have you been infected by Akira? Where did you learn such an ugly expression?!

"I object!" He made one final attempt to resist.

"Objection overruled." Rangiku smiled smugly, "As Lieutenant, I have final authority in this matter. If you have any objections, wait until you become Lieutenant yourself."

Seeing her smug expression, Kisuke wanted nothing more than to draw his invincible Benihime and cut her down.

But considering the consequences — that this smug woman would just keep challenging him in the future — he quickly gave up.

Ah well, it is what it is...

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Another Captains' Council was called.

Akira led Rangiku to the 1st Division for the meeting. On the way, they encountered Shunsui, who was also accompanied by a woman.

The two brothers' faces lit up with identical smiles.

"Yo, Big Bro, eaten yet?"

"Not yet, planning to mooch off the old man after the meeting."

"Ha, count me in!"

The two exchanged knowing glances, sharing conspiratorial smiles.

Standing behind Shunsui, Nanao Ise adjusted her delicate gold-rimmed glasses, a thoughtful gleam in her eyes.

{T/N: And now she finally appeared!}

As expected of the renowned Captain Kisaragi, to be so similar to her own Captain. To think the Captain-Commander's wise disciple would turn out like this — how pitiful.

Rangiku studied Nanao's appearance with curiosity.

Gold-rimmed glasses, short-skirted Shinigami uniform. She wondered if Akira would fancy such a style.

As she watched her Captain walk arm in arm with Shunsui toward the meeting room, a contemplative expression crossed Rangiku's face.

The accompanying Lieutenants gathered in an adjacent room.

The Captains entered the meeting room, awaiting the Captain-Commander's arrival.

Shunsui surveyed the room's personnel, feeling suddenly nostalgic. Many familiar faces had disappeared, replaced by new ones.

His little brother beside him was undoubtedly responsible for these changes. In today's Gotei 13, this man could probably succeed Yama-jii with just a single rallying cry.

The thought of his companion as Captain-Commander stirred an inexplicable sense of absurdity in Shunsui's heart. If such a day arrived, Soul Society's atmosphere would surely undergo dramatic changes.

"The Captains' Council will now begin."

At Chōjirō's announcement, the room fell silent. Everyone followed the old saying of 'There is a time to speak and a time to listen, and sometimes people need to shut up', waiting quietly for Genryūsai to speak.

Thud!

A dull sound echoed through the chamber, followed by a deep voice:

"The purpose of this meeting is to announce an important matter."

Genryūsai opened his eyes, his dignified gaze sweeping across the room, examining each person present.

Everyone kept their eyes lowered, their expressions grave and solemn. Only his unruly disciple maintained his usual cheerful demeanor — a rather irritating sight.

If not for the formal setting, he would have drawn his sword already.

"Does anyone remember why the Gotei 13 were originally established?" Without pausing for an answer, Genryūsai continued, "At that time, Yhwach, the King of the Quincy, led the Lichtreich to wage war against Soul Society for his own selfish desires.

That war decimated the original Gotei 13, leaving only two of the original Captains alive. You all believed that I had killed Yhwach, and that the Quincy were reduced to mere remnants in the World of the Living.

But this was merely a deception that fooled us all. Yhwach did not die, and the defeated Quincy escaped to a place hidden in shadows, unknown to anyone."

As he spoke, many faces showed expressions of shock and dismay.

However, some who knew the inside story, like Yoruichi, Unohana, and Shunsui, remained calm.

"Now, after a thousand years of recovery, Yhwach has awakened from his slumber and will soon launch a new war!" Seeing everyone's solemn reactions, Genryūsai raised his voice to emphasize the gravity of the situation, "By chance, Captain Kisaragi discovered the existence of the Quincy."

He began crafting a narrative, portraying Akira as someone deeply devoted to Soul Society and the Gotei 13.

This disciple would eventually inherit his position as Captain-Commander, and proper public perception would help make the succession seem natural.

"After our discussions, we agreed to keep this matter confidential temporarily to prevent panic. However, we haven't been idle."

At Genryūsai's signal, Chōjirō stepped forward to explain the plan.

Initially, everyone was shocked, but seeing Akira's composed demeanor among them, they relaxed.

If Captain Kisaragi wasn't worried, why should they be? With him leading them, how could the Gotei 13 possibly be inferior to the Lichtreich?

The plan was straightforward and uncomplicated.

They would wait for orders, then lead their Shinigami to invade Silbern and capture all the Quincy in one decisive strike.

The only crucial point was to focus on defeating rather than killing them. The reason couldn't be revealed yet, but they would understand when the time came.

"One more matter." After Chōjirō finished, Genryūsai's eyelids drooped as he spoke, "After this war ends, I will step down. The position of Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13 will then pass to the Eleventh Division Captain, Akira Kisaragi."

The meeting room burst into commotion. More than ten pairs of eyes turned toward a figure in the corner.

Akira, who had been dozing off, suddenly jerked awake from his nightmare, gasped, and let out a pitiful wail:

"Master, how could you do this to me?"

Though he had initially wanted to become Captain-Commander, after observing the role, he realized the workload was fifty to a hundred times that of the 11th Division.

The daily mountain of paperwork alone was enough to make one suffocate.

No wonder Yama-jii had gone bald so young and now, in his later years, didn't have a single hair left. The pressure must have been unimaginable.

Genryūsai maintained his composure and said calmly, "I have already discussed this with the new Central 46, and they unanimously approved and strongly support it. They should be drafting the relevant documents now."

Hearing this, Akira collapsed into his chair, looking as if he had burned out completely and turned to white ash.

My future has become completely bleak!

Genryūsai gave him an exasperated glare before announcing the end of the meeting. Watching his disciple's stumbling figure leave, he shook his head, keeping his thoughts to himself.

In this battle, even at a terrible cost, we must completely destroy Yhwach.

Boy, this is the last thing I can do for you...

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In the Wandenreich's First Tower palace, a transformation was taking place.

After two years of absorption, as the final streak of azure light entered the body on the throne, Yhwach slowly opened his eyes. A flash of blood-red light appeared and vanished.

A magnificent pillar of light shot skyward, instantly illuminating the entire Wandenreich — as if celebrating the King's arrival.

However, upon seeing this sight, neither the Sternritter, the many Soldat, nor even the rank-and-file Quincy showed any joy.

Not long ago, Jugram had explained the situation to them.

His Majesty Yhwach was reclaiming his power, and when he fully recovered, it would be time for them to wage war against Soul Society. Now, the all-encompassing pillar of light indicated he had regained all his power.

The King of the Quincy, Yhwach, had returned to his peak — even stronger than a thousand years ago.

But what about their Lord Hashirama Senju?

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If Yhwach could be emperor of this Wandenreich, why couldn't Lord Hashirama?

The Quincy showed no signs of celebration, only staring at the skyward-reaching pillar of light with cold gazes, as if the person within wasn't their emperor but an enemy.

When the light pillar subsided, Jugram immediately entered the palace interior, knelt on one knee, and respectfully said:

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, on completing the holy ritual and reclaiming your power."

Yhwach nodded, quietly feeling the power continuously surging within his body.

Compared to a thousand years ago, he was several times stronger. The Gemischt Quincy's power had exceeded his expectations, and the deaths of previous Sternritter members had returned their power to him.

Now he was just short of reclaiming The Almighty, which Genryūsai Yamamoto had sealed away with his crude method.

"Prepare to convene an imperial assembly." Yhwach relaxed his fingers, drawing back the heavy, oppressive power into his body. His emotionless gaze fixed on Jugram below, "It's time to wage war against Soul Society."

"As you command, Your Majesty!"

Soon, the Quincy gathered in the central plaza of Silbern, forming precise squadrons that showcased their excellent training.

The Sternritter members stood at the front of the ranks.

Yhwach appeared on the high platform, calmly surveying the Quincy formations and the Sternritter members in the front row. His gaze lingered on a certain proud figure.

A satisfied smile crossed his dignified face. Though the Sternritter had lost several members during his slumber, Hashirama Senju's presence had more than compensated for these losses. The empire's combat strength had increased several times over.

With such a general, Soul Society would be within easy reach!

Under countless watching eyes, Yhwach infused his Reiatsu into his throat. His voice resonated throughout the empire, echoing in everyone's ears:

"Everyone, the war has begun!"

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