Bleach: The Strongest Shinigami

⤫ Genshiki-ryū: Atsuryoku Sōsai ⥤ Origin Style: Crushing Pressure! ⤬

When the roar sounded, Akira turned Genryūsai's scorching wind to his advantage, spinning as he summoned a tornado from the dojo floor.

The youth became the eye of the storm, directing its fierce path toward the old man.

Watching this astonishing scene, Genryūsai lifted his head slightly, his eyebrows raising as surprise flickered in his small eyes.

This was truly unexpected.

Not just the cleverly adapted name, but the youth's performance itself. Instead of gathering power for a head-on clash as expected, Akira had brilliantly turned his opponent's force against him.

By unleashing his power without defense, he had given his opponent the perfect opening for counterattack.

It was far too unexpected.

A slight smile tugged at Genryūsai's lips as his right foot stepped forward, his sole scorching and melting the floor like a red-hot brand.

Boom!

The dojo trembled!

With the same motion as before, his right arm drew back, muscles bulging and pulsing as if alive. The ultimate technique of the Genryū style manifested in perfect form!

{T/N: The Japanese name of the Elemental Style can be written in two different ways: Genso Ryū and Genryū, which mean practically the same thing. And as you may have already noticed, this style is taken from the old man's name, Genryūsai. I may alternate between these forms, but know that they all refer to the same thing.}

When Genryūsai's right fist struck forward, scorching wind erupted like magma from the earth's crust, filling the dojo with searing heat. The burning wind released a deafening howl, hammering down Akira's offensive and crushing the growing tornado.

His high-speed spinning stopped instantly, yet his pupils remained sharp and focused. Years of waterfall training had made him immune to dizziness and disorientation.

This level of spinning force couldn't impair his fighting ability.

Moreover — Who said you couldn't gather power while spinning?!

The moment the fierce wind subsided, Akira pinpointed his position and, through the remnants of scorching wind, launched a final punch at the stationary Genryūsai.

With everything he had, a straight punch strike!

As the approaching fist grew larger, the surprise in the old man's eyes intensified.

Today's pupil had astounded him repeatedly. Though his techniques showed signs of youth, these unconventional ideas revealed not only Tsukiaki's potential but also new possibilities.

The Genryū style had not yet reached its limits!

'However... thinking you can defeat me with just this much is naive!'

Genryūsai's lips parted slightly, releasing a wisp of white vapor between his teeth. The scars on his exposed skin turned crimson, his muscles bulging like a volcano about to erupt.

In that instant, his right hand shot forward, five fingers closing together to grasp the charging straight punch. The accumulated power erupted violently yet silently, like a mud ox entering the sea.

Akira stood stunned, staring uncomprehendingly at the elder before him.

"That's enough, Kisaragi." Genryūsai's palm neutralized the impact of the straight punch as he stood firm, "Today's performance was quite good, much better than before."

Seeing the youth still dazed, the old man furrowed his brow, gripped him like a kitten, and tossed him onto the undamaged floor.

"Sit."

Having witnessed the gap in their abilities, Akira obediently sat cross-legged.

"Your strengths and weaknesses are clear." Genryūsai said, walking over to sit facing him. He twisted his neck, producing spine-chilling cracks, "Your strength lies in your robust and resilient Spiritual Body — ten times stronger than others with similar Reiatsu."

"Don't worry too much about this advantage. The Soul Society has a long history and vast population; anomalies naturally emerge. Take the Gōketsu clan guarding the Seireimon—they're blessed with powerful Spiritual Bodies."

"Moreover, as your Reiatsu increases, this gap will narrow, and your advantage will diminish."

Akira nodded thoughtfully. Aizen had shared similar information before, but he hadn't given it much consideration.

For instance, with his current Rank 9 Reiatsu, if a Shinigami of equal level were to clash fists with him at full power, only their thick skin would prevent them from exploding into meat paste.

"As for your weaknesses." Genryūsai's expression turned serious, "While your talent is impressive, you learn and master techniques too quickly, leading to unstable foundations. This might not matter when there's a clear difference in strength, but in an evenly matched fight, it becomes your fatal flaw. Let's focus on filling these gaps — fundamentals are easier to practice. I'll point out your crucial issues now, so watch carefully."

Akira had contemplated this, recalling Bruce Lee's wisdom from his past life:

| I fear not the man who has practiced 10,000 kicks once, but I fear the man who has practiced one kick 10,000 times. |

His genius, though tempered with "humility", had led him to develop numerous techniques from limited knowledge and resources.

While this allowed him to fight above his level, he already wielded three styles—Celestial Reaper Style and Death Slayer Style for Zanjutsu, and Celestial Style for Hakuda—with a fourth in development. This contrasted sharply with those who had spent years perfecting just one style.

His new Origin Style (Genshiki-ryū) drew from the Elemental Style he was learning from the old man.

{T/N: Now you know where I got the name from. No explanation needed, it's quite clear.}

As the words fell, the old aged body rose swiftly, showing no sign of decline.

In contrast, the youth opposite him grimaced in pain as he stood, his injuries from the previous battle still fresh.

Moving on from sparring, Genryūsai began demonstrating the most basic Hakuda techniques — the ones taught at the Shin'ō Academy — with a wave of his hand.

The old man's movements were flawless, as if lifted directly from a textbook. Even his breathing matched perfectly, without the slightest variation.

It was no coincidence that Genryūsai was listed as the compiler of many Academy textbooks.

Akira absorbed the lesson intently, his eyes bright with focus and determination.

The old man nodded approvingly. Had all disciples of the Genryū style been as dedicated as this youth, the Soul Society might have flourished centuries earlier.

Finding such a promising student at this time was truly like discovering a treasure.

As evening approached and the basic techniques had been explained, Genryūsai prepared to dismiss his student.

Before he could, Akira spoke up.

"Captain-Commander, I have a question."

"Speak."

"Kaoru-sensei mentioned that the Shin'ō Academy can no longer adequately teach geniuses like myself." He stated matter-of-factly, "Staying there would waste time. What would you suggest?"

Genryūsai considered this carefully.

"While your strength does exceed the Academy's standard curriculum, the Seireitei's current instability makes early graduation risky."

"Instability?" Akira asked, puzzled, "What do you mean..."

"The former Captain of the 11th Division is imprisoned in the Muken for illegal soul modification crimes. Acting Captain Gosuke now leads the 11th Division." Genryūsai explained gravely, studying the youth before him, "Since the imprisonment, several noble houses have suffered serious assassination attempts..."

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