Chapter 114: I, Yamabuki Haruto, Will Never Abuse My Power for Personal Revenge

“So you wanted her to join Shin’ō Academy, Vice-Captain Yamabuki. Why didn’t you clarify?” Retsu Unohana said, her smile gentle but laced with the menace of her past as the Sword of Death.

Yamabuki Haruto lay scorched on the ground, wisps of smoke curling from his singed shihakushō. Did you give me a chance to speak?

“Shin’ō Academy’s nearby. I’ll escort you,” Unohana said, her tone warm.

Hachiuma Chiyo flashed an innocent smile. “Thank you, Sister Unohana.”

They left cheerfully, leaving Haruto sprawled in misery. As they turned the corner, Chiyo stuck out her tongue at him.

That brat! I’ll shave her head bald! Haruto clutched his waist, staggering to his feet.

He reflected on his frequent clashes with Unohana. Each bout honed his skills, his Reiatsu surging faster than hers, though her own growth was undeniable. A stronger Gotei 13 thrilled him.

He headed to Shin’ō Academy, his domain as an instructor.

At the academy, Haruto rapped the blackboard sharply. “We have a new student today. Give her a warm welcome.”

Hachiuma Chiyo entered, smiling like an innocent princess. The students, boys and girls alike, adored the cute newcomer instantly.

“Hello, I’m Hachiuma Chiyo. I’m your classmate now. Please guide me, right, Chief of Staff Yamabuki!” she said, eyes narrowing with a sly grin.

Haruto’s face stiffened. “Here, call me ‘Instructor.’ No rules? Stand outside as punishment.”

Chiyo’s smile froze. Blatant revenge!

Haruto raised an eyebrow. I’m magnanimous. This is just enforcing Shin’ō Academy rules, not personal vengeance.

Chiyo’s cheeks puffed, tears welling as she sobbed softly. “Instructor’s bullying me!”

You’re the one I’m bullying! Haruto spun her around, kicked her out, and tossed two buckets. “Hold them level. Slack off, and your punishment doubles.”

I, the dignified Chief of Staff, won’t be outplayed!

Outside, Chiyo gritted her teeth. Scoundrel! I’ll get you back!

Haruto, pleased with his victory, taught with a grin. Today’s lesson was Kidō. “We’re learning Hadō #31, Shakkahō, the strongest low-level Hadō. Master it, and you’ll fend off Hollows.”

He demonstrated. “Ye lord! Mask of flesh, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Scorching heat and strife, surging against the sea, advance! Hadō #31, Shakkahō!”

A massive red fireball erupted from his hand, engulfing half the training ground in crimson light. The wooden target incinerated, and the wall behind it shattered.

The students gaped. That’s just Hadō #31?

Haruto had restrained his Vollständig: Silver Angel’s power. Kidō strength tied to Reiatsu—if he hadn’t held back, the entire training ground would be ash.

“Practice now,” he said.

Students chanted. One managed a fingernail-sized fireball. Others, with poor Reiatsu control, saw their fireballs explode in their hands.

Haruto sighed. Worst class ever. Reiatsu strength and control were distinct. Ichigo Kurosaki’s raw power dwarfed his control, while Abarai Renji’s Shakkahō misfires were legendary.

He eyed the students. Those with strong control could join the Kidō Corps; the rest could hack away in the Eleventh Division. Settled.

A bright red fireball streaked past, obliterating a target. “Not bad. Who fired that… Sōkatsui?” Haruto asked, mistaking it for a higher Hadō.

“Me, me, me!” Chiyo raised her hand, buckets set aside.

This kid! Her Reiatsu surpassed most seated officers, and her Kidō proficiency was evident.

“Instructor! My arms hurt. Can I drop the buckets?”

“How’d you cast Kidō with buckets? Fine, come here,” Haruto said.

“Thank you, Instructor. I’ll definitely… repay you!” Chiyo smiled, a dagger hidden in her grin.

You slipped! Revenge, huh? Haruto smirked. Bring it.

“Your Kidō’s impressive. Explain its principles to the class. I value your talent,” he said, masking his laziness.

Chiyo nodded, patiently teaching her classmates, answering questions with charm. The cunning loli became the class favorite.

Haruto leaned against a tree, napping. I’m a genius. He planned to propose a Kidō Corps to Captain-Commander Yamamoto, a haven for those unsuited to swordplay.

The early summer breeze lulled him to sleep. He woke at dusk, students gone. Kidō Corps can wait.

He wobbled home, spotting two pairs of shoes at his doorstep. Guests? Peeking inside, he saw Chiyo helping Unohana cook in the kitchen.