Bleach: The Captain of the Fifth Division Becomes Stronger Through Training

Have a good night's sleep!

Arima Shizuya was quite lucky, as the dormitory he was assigned was relatively remote.

Because I don't get along with noble lords, I don't have to think about my status or other things a lot of the time, and I can act casually.

In addition, the two roommates are not in the same class as him, so Ma Jing can definitely "stagger the time" with these people.

Although he doesn't like to be alone, at least for Arima Shizuya at this stage, it is still important to study hard.

After all, after graduation, there will be no such convenient environment for asking for advice.

Civilians need to look like civilians, and they have to take a hard look at the academy!

Considering that it was the first day of classes and the school hadn't had time to teach anything high-intensity, this was naturally good news for Arima Shizuya.

After all, except for Kendo, Arima Shizuya is illiterate in the other three categories of 'required courses'.

In response to this situation, I can only say that others may come here to get some qualifications, but Ma Jing is different.

He really came to study.

"Baida refers to the skill of close combat. As one of the four basic skills, you must also know its importance..."

"Shunpo is a skill that allows you to move your body quickly and instantaneously. It can move to the opponent's side or further away at a speed that the opponent cannot see..."

"Ghost way..."

At the end of the day, although I didn’t recognize any of the teachers on stage, Arima Jingya, I had a large book full of notes.

The ability to obtain attribute points by being guided plays a big role at this moment.

[You have been introduced to the relevant content of free fighting, free fighting +2]

[You were introduced to Shunpo related content...]

All attributes except swordsmanship +2!

Arima Shizuya looked at the three major series with gratifying increases, feeling a sense of joy like a harvest in his heart.

Don't say it, really don't say it.

This is the right school for you. If you hadn't been able to get into the Mao Spiritual Arts Academy, Shizuo Arima would not have been able to access these contents in the Solu District.

After a day of study, Arima Jing can be said to have gained a lot.

Aizen seemed to have something to go out for today, so he was temporarily replaced by a middle-aged man with a serious expression.

This made most people in the class start to groan, which made the old man on the stage very confused - am I so annoying?

"Then today's courses will end here. Starting from tomorrow, they will be arranged as two courses per day, and exams will be held regularly thereafter. Please..."

The long list of content is enough to show that the burden of study is not small, and some people in the class have already begun to complain.

After all, not everyone can learn these contents easily.

Taking into account the difficulty of the assessment and study, I was unable to enter the rankings, and in the end I had no choice but to hang out in some insignificant positions...

Wow, the future is bleak!

In comparison, Arima Shizuo has no worries in this regard. After all, he doesn't have time to be sad for spring and autumn. The right way is to exercise as soon as possible.

The young man left the classroom happily and walked around to the sword dojo.

I just didn't expect that this damn place would be unexpectedly busy today - it's already ten o'clock, hell, aren't you guys sleeping?

I asked the uncle who was guarding him, and he slapped his earwax in disdainfully and murmured.

"What else can we do? A noble master suddenly wants to practice swordsmanship, and all those henchmen who are like bastards come to join him. Isn't it going to be lively?"

I see.

Noble...

Arima Shizuya sighed with emotion.

Regarding this aspect, even if he had not lived as a refugee for more than twenty years, Arima Shizu could still somewhat feel the difference between the so-called common people and aristocrats.

Rukia in the original work is an example.

Although he was unknown after entering school, he also attracted much attention after being given the surname Kuchiki.

The expectations of teachers, the envy of classmates... This kind of thing is everywhere. To some people, it is pressure, but more often it is an indescribable sense of restraint.

Very typical Japanese class style.

But no matter what, it has nothing to do with Arima Shizuya~ Anyway, those high-ranking gentlemen will soon suffer serious consequences.

You like to show off, right? Aizen lets you fly!

Arima Shizuo also returned to the dormitory and took a nap for two hours, waiting for his roommates to fall asleep before getting up.

Don’t miss out on your exercise plan... I don’t believe that the noble man is still in the mood to practice swordplay at 12 o’clock!

I jogged back to the dojo. Although it was still brightly lit, it was indeed completely clean.

"Excuse me, I can lend you a Taoist uniform and a wooden sword as usual."

The uncle checked his ID card and looked at Shizuya Arima with some emotion.

"You're just a first-year guy. You were here yesterday. Why don't you be so diligent?"

"Haha, the stupid bird flies first."

The public is always a little more tolerant towards hard-working people. The uncle smiled and raised his chin towards Arima Shizuya.

"Room 5 is empty now... It doesn't matter if you go and practice for a while."

Logically speaking, Arima Jing could only move indoors, but now it was obvious that the other party had opened a small door for her.

Good man!

"Oh, thank you very much."

Arima Shizuya quickly walked into the dojo holding the wooden sword and changing clothes.

Originally, he wanted to go directly to his destination, but a figure lying down in the corner caught Arima Shizuya's attention.

The other party looked quite embarrassed.

The body is covered with bright red scars from being beaten, the gi is broken, and the wounds are swollen...

Right now, he was like a wounded wild dog, leaning against the wall and lying limply on the ground.

Like a fish that has slipped into glue, he breathed awkwardly and greedily, grasping for the little life he had.

...Although this guy is not dead yet, he has half his foot on the door of hell.

Arima Shizuya looked at it with some confusion for a while, and an uncle's voice came from behind.

"Ah~ It's better to ignore that guy. Just now, the noble master came in to practice sword practice. He insisted on playing sparring with others... With this ability, he was not beaten to death by others. It was all because of each other. For the sake of my classmates.”

"...Is this so?"

"Occasionally, there are these guys who don't overestimate their abilities. They think that after entering the academy, they are equal to the nobles. They don't know how much they weigh."

Arima Shizuya watched as the other party stood up tremblingly and staggered towards the door.

The other party's steps were frivolous and his expression was serious. It can be seen that everyone's expression seems to be a little dazed, as if the whole person is going to faint in the next second.

Arima Shizuo just watched the other party leave without doing anything too 'enthusiastic'.

Everyone has their own choice. If this is the other person's wish, then you can only respect it.

What's more, Arima Shizuo hasn't grown up enough to be able to help others.

Change clothes and enter the room as usual.

The familiar Su Zhen went back and forth to practice... Because there were targets in the room, Arima Shizu also took advantage of the situation and conducted a few rounds of chopping tests.

I have been busy for more than two hours.

[You wielded a wooden sword, sword skill +1]

Thinking that he could relax for a while before going to class after going back to rest, Arima Shizu thanked the uncle at the door and returned from the dojo.

It was still dark, and Arima Shizu also saw the embarrassed figure on his way back.

He fell down in the corner and curled up into a ball.

It seems that he lost consciousness on the way back and finally collapsed here... Someone will find him in the daytime and take him to the emergency department.

It doesn't matter if you don't care about yourself.

After all, it was not him who took action, and he had no room to interfere, morally or logically.

Arima Shizuo, who was born in a homeless street, also understands the principle of the law of the jungle.

If you don't follow the rules, the rebellious people who go upstream will sooner or later die, because the rules are like the steel chains that bind the body.

The more you struggle, the more it becomes embedded in your skin and flesh, until your muscles and bones are broken apart and you stop breathing.

So just leave it alone, as it should be...

But thinking like this, Arima Shizuya stopped unconsciously.

He half turned his head and stared at the wild dog-like figure.

…

Throwing away the bloody towel in his hand, Arima Shizuya watched the other person's expression squirm, and finally sat up slowly.

"Are you awake already?"

There was no immediate response, and the other party subconsciously touched his waist. He was slightly relieved when he touched the familiar touch.

"……Who are you?"

The voice was a little tight, but it was more of a sense of vigilance.

"Class Five of the First Year, Arima Shizuya, this is my dormitory, and you are sleeping in my bed now."

"That's not what I'm asking..."

He has brown skin, purple hair, and wears goggles. He seems to be visually impaired.

He turned his head half way, not looking at Arima Shizuya, but pointed his ears at him.

"Why are you helping me?"

The person involved folded his hands on his chest helplessly, and finally sighed softly.

"If you want to say why...it's just a pity."

"pity?"

Arima Shizuya wrung out the towel and lowered his gaze on the basin.

"You have to cherish your life. After all, there is nothing left after you die. Although I don't know what grudges you have with the noble lord, it would be a pity to die like this."

As a human being in two lives, he was reincarnated in a place like the homeless street.

Although we know that the spirit body can replenish nutrients by absorbing spiritual power, the body will still be hungry after all.

You will also die if you don't eat or drink, and this situation often happens in the homeless streets.

If you don't fight, you will starve to death; if you don't fight, you will be eliminated... Under the stimulation of this environment.

Arima Shizu also understands the preciousness of life the most.

"Even if there is really any grudge, isn't it so much that you can't bear it for a moment? It's not too late to think about some revenge after you accumulate strength and make yourself equal to others."

Arima Shizuya turned around and poured a glass of warm water, handed the cup over, and gently touched the back of the other person's hanging hand.

"Well, I can't say it in a long way... You are free to do whatever you want after that."

But no matter what, at least at this moment.

"You'd better drink some water, your body won't be able to hold on."