Bleach: The Strongest Shinigami-Chapter 258 ⥤ The Revelation

Genryūsai stood by the window, breathing in the fresh air drifting in from the courtyard.

The sweet aroma of roasted sweet potatoes mingled with the air, while Ryūjin Jakka beside him emanated wisps of heat, adding warmth to the cool morning.

Peaceful and serene — he stroked his beard, contentedly immersed in this hard-won atmosphere.

Ever since his wayward disciple had climbed to the upper ranks of the Quincy, he'd become much busier, frequently traveling to the Wandenreich for months at a time.

Without that troublemaker around, the Seireitei had grown much quieter. Genryūsai mused that without his disciple's constant disruptions, he might live another two thousand years.

He bent down, tending to Ryūjin Jakka. The intensifying aroma of sweet potatoes signaled they were ready.

"A wonderful day starts with—"

"Master, save me!!"

The deafening roar echoed through the barracks, shattering the old man's peace. His concentration wavered, and Ryūjin Jakka burst into flames, instantly reducing the sweet potatoes to ash.

Looking at the ashes falling into the fire, he fell silent.

Before he could even mourn his breakfast, a figure frantically burst through the door, sliding to his side.

Glaring at his husky-like wayward disciple, Genryūsai's anger flared, and malice filled his heart. Before Akira could explain himself, a pot-sized fist crashed down on his head.

Bang!!

The floor cracked, the building shook, and dust rained down. The impact drove him into a deep crater, leaving only half a foot visible — a pitiful sight indeed.

"You fool, how many times has this old man told you? Always rushing about recklessly — how is that befitting a Captain?!" Genryūsai wore an expression of bitter disappointment as he berated him, "How can you lead the 11th Division like this, how can you inherit my posi... Ahem, inherit this old man's fighting style?"

This stupid disciple made it far too easy to raise one's blood pressure, nearly making him speak his mind.

After years together, he understood his disciple well enough to read the nonsense this kid was up to just by looking at him.

If Akira discovered his plans to pass on the position of Captain-Commander, this fellow would oppose it immediately — unlike before, when he spent his days plotting rebellion and dreaming of seizing power.

Before handling this hot potato, he absolutely couldn't reveal his true intentions.

"Hehe." Akira pulled himself from the ground, putting on an uncharacteristic fawning smile, "Master, this time it's really trouble."

Seeing how his disciple shrugged off the punch, Genryūsai frowned, "If no one's dead, then it's a small matter. What's with all this panic? You haven't learned an ounce of this old man's composure."

Akira nodded repeatedly, showing he understood, then proceeded to explain:

"Yhwach has awakened."

Swoosh!

In an instant, murderous intent like mountains of corpses and seas of blood surged skyward, as hot and violent Reiatsu manifested in golden flames.

Genryūsai, wielding Ryūjin Jakka, transformed into the Sword Demon of a thousand years past. His overwhelming presence swept through the barracks, drawing countless terrified gazes.

"Where is he?!"

Facing the blast of violent Reiatsu, Akira remained unfazed.

Though he rarely saw the old man like this, it wasn't unprecedented — it couldn't frighten him. Yet it clearly revealed his master's attitude toward Yhwach: pure, desperate hatred.

Under Genryūsai's puzzled gaze, he explained simply.

"When Yhwach awakens next time, he will summon your disciple." Akira's face showed a trace of sorrow, "Alas, your disciple is still young and weak — how could I be a match for that villain? If Yhwach discovers my true identity, you'll be a bald man burying someone with a full head of hair."

After this explanation, the old man's killing intent subsided, his anger cooled, and he glared at his wayward disciple disapprovingly.

You can knock out Captains with one punch, yet you have the nerve to claim you're weak?

He processed the information, identifying the key points.

Good news: Yhwach hadn't fully awakened. Bad news: his carefully groomed successor had caught the enemy's attention.

Genryūsai massaged his temples at the thought.

Fine, the undercover mission was done — he couldn't criticize it now. The kid's intentions were pure: protecting Soul Society.

But did you have to excel so thoroughly? Isn't Soul Society's vast enterprise enough to satisfy those wild ambitions of yours?

"What's your suggestion?" Genryūsai glared at his disciple, "This old man isn't like that youngster Urahara — not one for schemes and plots."

Akira nodded, accepting this assessment.

"Actually, with my astounding wisdom, I've already devised a countermeasure. However, Master, I still need your help."

Genryūsai's brows furrowed. His intuition warned him that whatever this kid was about to propose would test his limits.

Seeing that the old man hadn't immediately refused, Akira grinned and continued, "Master, have you ever heard of... Hollowfication!"

⤫⤬⤫⤬⤫⤬⤫⤬⤫⤬

Under the crescent moon in the forest.

The void shattered, darkness emerged, and a figure radiating scorching energy stepped through.

Upon seeing the scene before him, Genryūsai's emotions became impossibly complex.

Though he hadn't visited since becoming Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13, he'd seen plenty of intelligence about Hueco Mundo.

What had recently been an endless desert had transformed, in mere moments, into an oasis. If Akira hadn't claimed this was achieved under his guidance, Genryūsai would have assumed it was a miracle.

Destruction comes easily; creation demands effort. After maintaining Soul Society's order for a millennium, he understood this truth deeply.

Contemplating the immense effort required, he sighed heavily.

"You've worked hard..."

"?" Akira tilted his head, puzzled by the old man's strange behavior.

Soon, under his guidance, they emerged from the forest before an enormous city that pierced the clouds.

Updat𝓮d fr𝙤m ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com.

As surprise flickered in Genryūsai's eyes and he prepared to speak, Akira lifted his chin with a smug smile.

"Captain-Commander Yamamoto. Welcome to Las Noches!"

Despite his earlier suspicions, the confirmation still shocked him.

He'd assumed this kid was merely playing around in Hueco Mundo, yet here stood a magnificent enterprise.

Here he was, merely Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13, while Akira had become the new God-King of Hueco Mundo.

Truly, the student had surpassed the master.

While pride swelled within Genryūsai, confusion nagged at him. He knew his disciple well — the boy excelled at combat, but construction and administration were clearly not his strong suits.

Could Kisuke be the true architect behind all this?

Harboring these doubts, he followed his disciple into Las Noches.

⤫⤬⤫⤬⤫⤬⤫⤬⤫⤬

Day faded into night.

Before him appeared sunlight that should not exist in Hueco Mundo.

Magnificent castles and palaces of diverse architectural styles dotted the landscape, rivaling the grandeur of the Seireitei. Each structure bore unique features that spoke of masterful design.

Lush vegetation bordered the pathways, releasing a delicate fragrance into the air. The atmosphere felt perfectly suited for retirement.

Genryūsai nodded subtly, masking his amazement.

Throughout their walk, figures in matching white uniforms bustled about performing their duties. They offered respectful bows to Akira before hurrying along their way.

They barely noticed the old man at his side. After all, their God-King frequently brought back various beings — Arrancar, Hollows, and powerful Shinigami. Even this fierce-looking elder seemed unremarkable, given their God-King's peculiar tastes.

As they proceeded, Genryūsai observed countless such figures.

Though they appeared as Shinigami, their Reiatsu cores harbored the untamed violence of Hollows.

These must be the legendary Arrancar!

The revelation was so astonishing that even he struggled to accept it.

Concealing his astonishment, he followed his disciple into a laboratory.

The bright, spacious interior held several figures waiting silently. All eyes turned to them as they entered.

Genryūsai narrowed his eyes, gauging their power.

Unlike the Arrancar outside, these were true monsters. Their unconsciously released Reiatsu exuded such oppressive force that ordinary Shinigami Captains would stand no chance against them.

Yet unknown to him, when the others noticed his presence, their blood ran cold.

The old man beside Akira radiated power like a sun in the sky, emanating light and heat without restraint. Their bodies trembled with primal fear, as if facing nature's fury!

Where had their God-King discovered this formidable elder?!

As this question lingered in their minds, one figure stepped forward.

Upon seeing them, Genryūsai's expression hardened slightly with recognition.

It was the 3rd Seat of the 12th Division, Akira's close friend, the Shin'ō Academy prodigy whose post-graduation achievements had seemed unremarkable—

Sōsuke Aizen!

"Captain-Commander Yamamoto."

Standing before Soul Society's mightiest Shinigami, Aizen remained perfectly poised despite the crushing Reiatsu, as if immune to its effects.

"Master, are you surprised?" Akira grinned, "Remember what I told you? Sōsuke here is every bit the genius I am!"

Understanding dawned on Genryūsai, dispelling his lingering doubts.

Now it all made sense — Akira and Aizen's friendship, the smooth resolution of the Reigai incident, Aizen's miraculous survival after being dragged into Hell...

As memories cascaded through his mind, he studied the composed young man before him.

Such brilliant talent and formidable strength, yet content to remain in the shadows, avoiding the spotlight. This disposition alone marked him as extraordinary.

He had thought Kisuke was his disciple's greatest support, but unexpectedly, Aizen was the true mastermind behind everything.

Genryūsai's expression showed a hint of melancholy.

He really was getting old — compared to that fellow's ability to judge people, they were worlds apart. Looking at the 11th Division's current abundance of talent, he felt deeply moved.

In another hundred years, Soul Society might well reach new heights under this fellow's leadership.

After this revelation, Aizen calmly began explaining the Hollowfication plan.

Through multiple experiments and the gradual perfection of the Hōgyoku, the success rate of Hollowfication had reached over 90%. Combined with the special nature of Akira's soul, according to Kisuke's calculations, Hollowfication could be 100% successful.

But there was still one problem.

During the Hollowfication process, Akira would enter an unconscious state, potentially triggering unimaginably dangerous outbursts. Given his current strength, across both Soul Society and Hueco Mundo, only Genryūsai could stop him.

This was the fundamental reason for Aizen's revelation. To obtain the power of Hollowfication, they needed the Captain-Commander's help.

To this, Genryūsai expressed understanding.

For his wayward disciple, and for world peace, he was willing to cooperate with any action.

⤫⤬⤫⤬⤫⤬⤫⤬⤫⤬

Outside Las Noches, in the remaining desert.

Aizen spoke with a serious expression, "When Hollowfication begins, you will be controlled by your inner Hollow in both body and mind, behaving like a completely mindless beast. You will meet 'your Hollow self' in your Inner World, and what you must do is defeat it to master the power of Hollowfication. However... if this plan fails, you will never have another chance to master this power."

Hearing this, Akira smiled confidently, "Sōsuke, you need to have faith in me. A mere Hollow? Three punches will be enough to obliterate it!"

Aizen adjusted the equipment, took out the Hōgyoku, organized the data, and finally, a blue-purple beam shot down upon Akira.

Intense Reiatsu surged down, causing him to collapse instantly, and everything around them fell silent.

Swoosh!

BOOOM!!

The next moment, surging black Reiatsu shot skyward. Savage and violent energy fluctuated wildly as a spine-chilling creaking sound arose from within the pillar of light. The air strained and groaned, as if unable to withstand this sudden impact.

"First Squad, prepare." Aizen's calm voice rang out, "Use ranged attacks to drain Akira's Reiatsu and stamina, try to keep him contained in place."

As soon as he finished speaking, the black Reiatsu completely receded, absorbing into Akira's body. When he raised his head, all the Hollows felt their hearts skip a beat, and an indescribable fear welled up.

His once-familiar face was now covered by a grotesque white bone mask...

⤫⤬⤫

T/N: If you want more Chapters like this, check out my Patreon! Take a look at my other translations too, you might like them!

For just $1.50 you can access all the extra content, and descriptive images, costs only $2!

That's it and happy reading! (-‿◦)

https://www.patreon.com/collection/856663