piratefiction Chapter 92 ⥤ A Complete Change in Style
Chapter 92 ⥤ A Complete Change in Style
Chapter 92 - 92 ⥤ A Complete Change in StyleThe next morning.
As the first ray of sunlight fell on the Shin'ō dormitory, a slender figure stood washing up before the mirror.
His brown hair was combed down to partially cover his forehead, lending his appearance a scholarly fragility. About to report to his new Division, he carefully considered his appearance to avoid drawing unwanted attention.
After grooming, Aizen — already possessing a mild demeanor — looked even more harmless, like the most forgettable student on campus.
He was alone in the spacious dormitory.
Before the Academy's morning bell, Akira had already demonstrated his characteristic promptness, efficiently completing his morning routine and departing directly for the 11th Division.
There were no farewells — it was like any other day of skipping class. To him, this departure barely qualified as a goodbye, much less stirred any feelings of melancholy.
Aizen simply gathered his belongings and stood at the doorway, silently taking in the familiar scene as memories drifted through his mind.
At the last moment, the faintest smile played across his lips.
"Goodbye..."
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11th Division Barracks.
Akira arrived with high expectations, eager to begin his new life in the division.
He had wondered what sights would greet him at the 11th Division.
According to his previous memories, the 11th Division prized martial prowess — its members were naturally combative, and the barracks even featured fighting platforms for members to battle each other.
So even if he were to witness intense fighting or buildings being demolished in combat, Akira wouldn't have been surprised. Such was the typical state of the 11th Division.
But upon his arrival, he immediately sensed an atmosphere of dejection hanging in the air.
"Something's wrong!" Akira's gaze sharpened, "Very wrong!"
Instead of roaring battle cries, shirtless clashes, and fights to the death, the grounds were eerily silent. Dust covered everything, and piles of garbage lay scattered about.
A desolate mood hung everywhere, and the decrepit wooden corridors creaked painfully in the breeze.
Akira walked through with furrowed brows,
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