You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

Author: Cook Emiya

Introduction:

Aizen Iori: What era is it now? Are you still using traditional cheat codes?

Haven’t you seen that some people can gain the strength to kill any enemy with one punch after three years of training?

Some people learned Bankai in just a few days, and went from being a layman to a captain-level Shinigami;

Some people are taught by famous teachers, and can learn to be domineering and awaken fruits after a few hits;

Reincarnation, rebirth, time travel, plot-driven, invincible setting, the author’s biological son, the author’s biological father... there are so many of them, like a swarm of fish swimming across the river.

But Aizen Iori knows that ordinary cheats are no longer enough to survive in this industry with serious internal competition, so if we want to use cheats, we have to use the biggest ones!

So what is the most powerful system that applies to all the universe?

is love?

Is it hatred?

Is it instinct?

Is E=mc^2?

No, it’s the painting style!

I'm not targeting anyone, I'm talking to everyone here, no matter what kind of cheats you use, my painting style of Aizen Iori will always be superior to yours!

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Anime: Bleach, Type-Moon

Instances: Persona P5, Akagi Killer, Bone King, Shadow-sama, Uncle from Another World, Naruto, God Slayer, To be determined~

Chapter 1: You are Aizen? Am I Aizen too?

"Jin Xiaopan, three pieces!"

"No, it's impossible!"

The tall, graceful girl's pupils contracted slightly, and her body swayed imperceptibly. Her long, smooth, dark blue hair slid down her body and was blown by the breeze, seemingly revealing her turbulent inner state.

In just a deep breath, she calmed down and gave a faint smile: "Iori, you've earned so much, that's really unexpected."

"My foolish Augustine~"

"If you want to surpass me, then envy me, be jealous, and turn that into motivation to improve. Try to surpass me—Yuuki!"

Another slightly shorter, handsome boy looked at his older sister, who had forced herself to calm down, and revealed a smug smile.

The warm April sunshine shone on that fair face, his eyes were clear and his cheeks were soft, and he had a unique youthful spirit. His clever eyebrows had a lively charm, and although he was saying some very childish things, he did it in a way that made it impossible for anyone to feel disgusted.

The girl raised an eyebrow, but her perfect smile remained unbroken: "I've always thought Iori-kun was amazing. As his older sister, I'm more than happy for him, how could I be jealous?"

"..." The smile on the young Aizen Iori's face slowly faded.

Experience told him that if the person in front of him changed her address from "my lovely little brother" to "Iori-kun," it meant that she was quite unsettled inside.

Joking aside, Iori wouldn't dare to really provoke her.

Behind that perfect smile lies an existence even more terrifying than the Asura King!

Yuhime, a woman with eyes like autumn water and beautiful features, is so stunning that she makes people forget the mundane world. Despite being of commoner origin, she possesses the quiet elegance of a noblewoman.

Judging by her appearance alone, she is probably seventeen or eighteen years old, but her tall figure and quiet and elegant temperament make her appear extremely mature among her peers. Her gentle words and smile are even more captivating.

The only regret is her height. She is no less than many men, and if she were in the 21st century, she would naturally have the perfect proportions of a model. But this is Japan, and Japan around the 17th or 18th century.

Here, petite, baby-faced girls are more popular. While Yuuki is certainly charming, she isn't the most perfect type.

—But she didn't care about any of that.

In the young girl's heart, the opinions of outsiders were unimportant. Her self-worth was not determined by the words of some ignorant people. The regretful gazes of millions were not as important to her as a single word from her own bratty younger brother:

[Sister, you're so weak (laughs), you're just like a nobody! Ah~ nobodies~ nobodies~]

—Even more infuriating!

Although Iori didn't say it aloud, she believed she had read the meaning in the boy's eyes.

Haha, it seems the eldest sister's dignity has been underestimated~

"You must have visited quite a few places to earn so much, right? You must have worked really hard."

The girl with long, straight black hair appeared unexpectedly behind Iori, her fists pressing against his head from both sides.

"Let me give you a massage. You said it can relieve fatigue and is also good for protecting your eyesight."

Ignoring Iori's surprise and resistance, the girl began to massage him earnestly, and as if afraid the pressure wasn't enough, she slowly increased the force, like some kind of torture device.

Hmm, that's not enough. We need to step up our efforts, after all, her younger brother is a tough nut to crack!

"Stop, it seems a bit... I was wrong, I really started... Ouch! Yami! Ouch, ouch, ouch... Is this how you do eye exercises? That's not how I taught you!"

Damn it, they actually used the Instant Step technique!

Iori, who was being controlled, felt as if there were drills spinning on both sides of her. She tried to break free, but something blocked her back. She could clearly feel the elastic texture on her skin.

"—!"

Iori stopped moving, and Yuuki paused for a moment before smiling again.

"You seem a bit restless. Are you dissatisfied with my technique?"

"No! I wouldn't dare!" Iori gritted her teeth.

Hell is above them, and heaven is behind them—how utterly merciless!

As expected of the unique interrogation technique that only the elder sister can use!

"Huh? Sōyūhime, Iori, what happened?"

Perhaps Iori's shouts had been too loud, and their noise had attracted the attention of others. The lattice door behind them was pulled open, and an elderly man in a light brown kimono, with a smiling, squinting eye and a full head of frosty white hair, but who was still very energetic, walked out leaning on a cane.

"You two, are you arguing again? You're not children anymore, siblings should love each other."

“Uh, Grandma…”

"Oh, Grandma, don't worry, I'm just giving him a massage."

The two quickly separated and obediently stood aside to greet the old man. Yuji even made up a reason on the spot, her deception skills were still shallow but were beginning to take shape.

The moment these two quieted down, the atmosphere and demeanor changed completely.

The siblings are eighteen and fourteen, respectively. The former is gentle and elegant, while the latter is carefree and cheerful. They are dressed in light blue kimonos befitting shop assistants. Although their clothes are simple, their demeanor is nothing like that of service industry workers.

As the younger brother, Iori's features are still somewhat immature, and the two do not look alike, so they do not look like "siblings".

Yuuki is usually gentle and refined, with a steady and reliable demeanor (only Iori knows that she also has a frank side that is appropriate for her age), so she is admired by many juniors and is generally a popular older sister figure.

Aizen Iori, on the contrary!

For some reason, his relationships with women his own age were so-so, but quite a few female teachers in the college looked at him differently...

It's a pity he's not into mature women or older women, which is really puzzling~

Of course, he also really liked the older sister's black stockings and uniform; her mature figure was captivating, and her condescending, disdainful gaze was irresistible...

But if he had a choice, he would still prefer to experience the changes "from childhood to adulthood," personally participate in the process of growth, and take on crucial responsibilities.

Um, just to clarify, he's not a pervert, he's just a former science student with a rigorous thirst for knowledge!

"massage?"

"Yes, I'm a loving older sister who cherishes my younger brother. How could I possibly be jealous of him, or even take the opportunity to get revenge on him?"

"You're only upset because you lost to me—"

"what?!"

"My older sister always thinks of taking care of me, it's so touching, I—Aizen Iori—am about to cry with emotion!"

"Hmm, this child is teachable."

"Alright, alright, just don't fight." The old man rubbed his temples, seemingly also troubled by the two of them. "Now that you've entered the True Central Spiritual Arts Academy, you should focus more on your studies. If you succeed in the future, you can leave Rukongai and enter Seireitei... But instead, you come back to help me run my shop whenever you have free time. Sigh... I don't want to be a burden to you—"

“Speaking of which, I earned one and a half gold coins today by selling new belts to those noble ladies,” Yuki interrupted her mother-in-law, saying smugly, “I should have won first place in sales as usual.”

"Hmph, three gold coins—come and challenge me again when you surpass that number!" Iori smirked, exuding an air of arrogance, as if he were the Dragon King returning to power.

"...Iori, you were just lucky for a while!"

The beautiful girl with long, straight black hair named "Yuki" straightened the wrinkles in her clothes and quickly calmed down: "I will still be the top seller next time."

Her words were full of confidence, and her pair of bright, black eyes possessed a mysterious and convincing power.

At this time, her cunning personality was not yet obvious; she was just a girl who would compete with her "younger brother," who appeared refined and easygoing but actually refused to admit defeat even at the cost of her life.

However, it must be admitted that her confidence stems from her strength. Her outstanding talent is significantly different from that of her peers. Whether in height or intelligence, whether in words or actions, she has never lost to anyone.

Despite his young age, he already possesses the rudiments of a hexagonal warrior. In a fantasy novel, he would absolutely deserve the line, "So terrifying, this child must not be allowed to live."

It's just a pity... she chose the wrong opponent!

While Yuuki's talent is undoubtedly top-tier in the Three Realms, Iori is precisely "outside the Three Realms and outside the Five Elements"!

For some reason, as long as Iori's "art style" is strong enough, his strength can be unconditionally enhanced!

In the world of "Bleach," where fashion sense determines everything, what is there for Iori, with such a powerful buff, to fear, even if he faces Yhwach, Yamamoto, or Ichigo, who has the protagonist's halo?

Although Iori hasn't fully matured yet, aside from her looks, she lacks both chuunibyou (adolescent delusions of grandeur) and sophistication, and her art style isn't particularly strong, many of the characters in the story are still in their early stages. One of the mixed-race protagonists isn't even in liquid form yet...

In short, there is great potential in everything!

Even setting aside combat prowess, just comparing business acumen, how could Iori, who had been through countless tricks in her past life, possibly lose to Yuuki, an "ancient person"?

You're just selling a few belts to wealthy ladies, but I'm collaborating with some old pervert named Chunshui to secretly publish erotic novels!

Do you know how much of a dimensional advantage XP and Play from the 21st century would have over the Soul Society from over 200 years ago?

The royalties are so much that I don't even dare to take them home!

—Iori herself never expected that the Japanese writing style she had honed in her previous life by playing eroge and watching anime would come in handy in this kind of situation… This money is much easier to earn than in her previous life.

That's right, Iori is a soul from another world!

When Iori first arrived, looking at her simple, casual clothes and the Japanese-style wooden houses and streets in the distance, her heart sank.

This server IP is wrong!

In his previous life, he studied Japanese in college and then joined a non-profit translation group. Although he was on the edge of copyright law, he was still doing good deeds and received countless "hero" and "good people are lucky all their lives" comments. How did he suddenly fall into such a sorry state?

Although his parents died early and his so-called "family" were a group of greedy goblins who were fixated on the compensation money, he had no reason to miss his past life.

But the thought of saying goodbye to air conditioning, hot pot, games, and novels forever still plunged him into deep despair.

A few days later, I realized that this was not ancient times in the usual sense.

Soul Society!

This is a dimension within the world of the anime "Bleach," which, as the name suggests, is the afterlife, where the souls of the deceased are guided to this place through various means.

However, the Soul Society is different from the ordinary underworld. The souls here have physical bodies, can eat and drink, and even get married, have families, and experience birth, aging, sickness, and death, making them look no different from living people.

Moreover, apart from souls with the potential to become Grim Reapers who need to eat extra food, ordinary people generally don't feel hungry even if they don't eat.

From this perspective, it's simply paradise—

What a fart!

That's not the case at all!

This is still a world where the strong prey on the weak. Apart from the Seireitei, which is the center of the world, and a few relatively prosperous Rukongai, the entire Soul Society is basically a large village, or even a slum!

Furthermore, the lower the ranking of the Rukongai district, the worse the security situation, and there are even lawless areas.

When Iori first transmigrated, she was placed in Rukongai, which was ranked in the lower middle of the city. The security situation was barely acceptable; you wouldn't be robbed in broad daylight, but the difficulty of survival for a helpless person (who had been turned into a child) in this place was unimaginable.

He truly endured a difficult period of survival until he was found by an old woman who owned a clothing store.