Death: This Death is not serious

Yui looked at the tall black-haired man standing beside the bed with charming eyes, her expression full of satisfaction and shyness.

She had never seen such a perfect man, handsome on the outside, but wild and domineering on the inside, this contrast made her feel excited.

Although last night was her first time because of her own personality and work, the charm of the man in front of her really made her unable to extricate herself.

Mayu came to the wall, took Yui from the small table and drank half a bottle of shochu, rinsed her mouth and drank it all, and smiled:

"Dear, I still have to go to class, you continue to sleep."

Although she called her dear, when it comes to love, Mayu didn't have it in her heart.

He might forget Yui one day.

Although Yui's teacher is good-looking, and her identity is also a plus, the taste is really good.

Mayu picked up her uniform from the sofa casually. It was a set of kendo uniforms, a white top and blue pants.

The first class in the morning is the Zando class, which is kendo.

Kuchiki Sojun held a bamboo sword in his hand, demonstrating basic sword skills back and forth while slowly explaining the key points of the movements to everyone.

Shingetsu and others knelt on the wooden floor with bamboo swords in front of them.

The kendo taught by Kuchiki Sojun was almost the same as what Shingetsu had learned in the real world.

Shingetsu simply multitasked, listening to Sojun's explanation while practicing spiritual pressure with the spirit power condensation technique.

Ichimaru Gin leaned over.

"Shingetsu, have you heard that someone will come to the Spiritual Art Academy as a special lecturer in a few days to give us kendo lessons."

"Kendo lessons? So Mr. Sojun is finally going to be unemployed and go back to inherit the family business?" Shingetsu's tone was full of envy.

He was really envious. Only when he was a noble, he knew how cool it was to be a noble.

When he was in the real world, he started to indulge in sensual pleasures at a young age, so he indulged in excessive sexual desire and finally became ill from overwork. Now he has fallen to the point of having to please those noble ladies.

"It's not that I'm unemployed. The guest lecturer is just giving a temporary class."

"Do you know who it is?"

"I heard from those noble young masters that it's a big shot."

Matsuki raised his eyebrows and asked in a low voice: "Big shot? How big?"

"According to what those noble students said, it might be a captain of the Gotei 13."

Hearing this, Aozaki Mayuki was a little surprised.

It's not uncommon for teachers from the Gotei 13 to give lectures at the Spiritual Arts Academy. In the original time and space, Aizen has been the calligraphy teacher of the Spiritual Arts Academy since he became the captain.

But temporary classes are usually given to graduates. When did they get such treatment in their next life...

It seems that the main points of this class have been covered. Sojun stopped what he was doing and looked over here.

"Aozaki-san, do you think my class is not good enough?"

"How could that be? The teacher's class is very good, fascinating, interesting, vivid, and moving..."

"But I think you don't seem to like listening to my lectures."

"No, actually... it was Gin who talked to me. I was just trying to persuade him to listen to the class carefully."

Ichimaru Gin's narrowed eyes opened a slit: "!?"

Matsuki calmly took out a ring from his sleeve and shook it in front of Ichimaru Gin.

"Yes, I talked to Mayu-san first."

Matsuki breathed a sigh of relief, but Kuchiki Sojun didn't let him go so easily.

"Is that so? But talking in class is wrong after all. Then punish Aozaki-san and Ichimaru-san to help the students get the Asaru."

"..."

"Can we get Zanpakutō?!"

I don't know who asked the question, but the students showed excitement on their faces.

Asauchi is a nameless Zanpakutō, and Zanpakutō is a sword that belongs to the god of death. Its shape, state and ability are based on the soul of the god of death. The god of death gains power by knowing the name of the Zanpakutō given to him and by having a spiritual dialogue with it.

Kuchiki Sojun shook his head: "Of course not, it is lent to you to use with your practice of blade Zen."

"You will not get your own Asauchi until you graduate and officially join the team."

"Of course, if you can inject your soul into Asauchi and learn the name of the sword during the blade Zen practice in the Spiritual Art Academy, then congratulations, you can also get your own Zanpakutō."

While Kuchiki Sojun was explaining the essence of Zanpakutō to the students, Aozaki Mazuki and Ichimaru Gin brought two large bundles of Asauchi.

Fortunately, the Mao Spiritual Art Academy is a professional technical education, and there are not many people with the qualifications of the god of death, so the two can barely hold it.

"Now, each of you take a shallow knife, place the knife on your legs, and meditate in a sitting position. Try to control the spiritual power into the shallow knife, synchronize your thoughts with the shallow knife, and communicate with the shallow knife..."

Kuchiki Sojun took the lead in demonstrating, sitting cross-legged.On the ground, he placed his Zanpakutō on his legs.

Mazuki followed suit, sat on the ground, put the sword away, closed his eyes, and tried to pour spiritual power into the blade.

Suddenly, he felt a suction force coming from the shallow strike, as if pulling his soul and trying to merge with his soul.

This wonderful feeling washed his soul and made him feel very comfortable, as if he had returned to his mother's arms.

When he opened his eyes again, Mazuki came to a pure white space. The sun could not be seen in the sky, and the white color covering the sky made Mazuki feel dazzling.

The earth seemed to be made of an unknown white liquid. His palm slapped on the ground, causing waves, but he sat there and did not sink.

Looking up, a samurai sword was inserted into the ground. It was estimated to be one meter and two meters long, with a long and thin blade, a gray-white handle, and an oval blade. A beautiful girl in a white kimono stood on the sword.

This girl has the image and characteristics of a goddess, the appearance of an angel, and the figure of a devil.

Willow-shaped eyebrows, big eyes, thin lips, a standard oval face, wide double eyelids, a high nose bridge, and long black hair.

This is an enviable girl, because all the "beauty" is concentrated on her, as if a character that exists in fantasy has been shining into the real world.

The girl smiled like a flower, and Zhenyue was stunned.

"Who are you?"

"Who am I? What are you talking about? It's me, (noise)!"

"Wanxiang Senluo?" Zhenyue was stunned, and the confusion on her face disappeared. She smiled and looked at the girl, like a friend she hadn't seen for many years, "...Wanxiang Senluo!"

The girl's voice fell into the ears as noise, but it was this name that echoed in her heart.

She jumped in front of Zhenyue like a dancing elf, blinked playfully, and said with a smile: "You can hear it, but this is just the beginning. I look forward to it... Looking forward to the day when you call out my real name."

The world turned into a lens and shattered, and the girl's body began to turn into a light spot and dissipate.

Mayu ran forward, trying to grab the girl, but ended up grabbing the hilt of the knife.

"What's wrong with Mayu..."

"His Asahi is glowing..."

"Teacher Kuchiki, come and see what's going on with Aozaki..."

Matsuki opened his eyes amid the concerned words of his classmates. He stood up without knowing when, and the Asahi in his hand turned into a samurai sword in the pure white world.

"My spiritual pressure..."

Before Mayu could react, a vast and terrifying spiritual pressure suddenly emerged from his body.

Because the spiritual pressure increased too suddenly, he didn't even have time to control it, and it was released like a fountain.