Pirate's Grim Reaper System

The entire dormitory area was extremely cold this morning, and a ray of dawn in the distant sky just happened to shine in through the window.

Hayden sat cross-legged on the quilt with his eyes closed, with his shallow stooge lying flat on his lap, slowly trying to smooth out the mixed thoughts in his mind.

Immediately afterwards, mind-spirit communication filled the whole world with spirit particles existing in the atmosphere, sensing everything around them.

The dark red ribbon danced around his body, extending and extending, slowly flowing out from the window and spreading out.

He has not fully mastered this skill, he can only roughly grasp a vague outline.

Each person's Reiatsu is unique, there are no two individuals with the same Reiatsu.

Reiatsu will be greatly increased because one's spiritual power is fully activated, one is on the verge of danger, or one's spirit is stimulated by strong emotions.

In Hayden's perceptual world at this time, in the dormitory area, among all the people in his training camp.

Everyone's spiritual pressure is about to move, and the white spiritual energy that usually should just wrap around their bodies quietly has different head-warping phenomena at this moment.

It looked like everyone else was awake.

Since he could roughly feel the spiritual pressure of other people around him, he could sense a dark world.

There was one person in the training camp whose spiritual pressure was stronger than his spiritual pressure that was slowly increasing every moment, and even today the gap between him and that person has not changed much.

As for the rest of the people, there are still two or three people who have a similar level of spiritual pressure as him, and he can't tell whether his own spiritual pressure is a little higher or lower.

In the usual training days, the same item is repeated every day, and then there is boring sparring training.

Although there are wins and losses in the usual sparring training, everyone knows that the other party has not shown its true strength.

The sparring training exercises everyone's hand-to-hand combat, or sword fighting, etc., and exercises their own skills.

One's own strength, speed, and their respective talents are restricted, and it is not based on life or other important reasons.

Therefore, he couldn't judge the opponent's exact strength from the results of past sparring training, so he couldn't find out who the one with a higher spiritual pressure was than him.

But it doesn't matter, let's have a good touch in this competition and see who will do things.

Speaking of which, I haven't had a real actual battle to test my achievements in the past six months.

At this time, a ray of morning light, which was just emerging from the sun, shone on Hayden's face.

The sudden sensory stimulation caused Hayden to open his eyes and stand up in a trance, then cut off the sensory network.

Qian Da casually thrust it back, and he accurately placed it into the custom-made sheath.

Frost flicked across the jet-black pupils, sweeping away the chaos in front of his eyes.

There is still some time left for the morning assembly.

Hayden, who put on a chief soldier costume, came to the town of Marlin Vandor.

Cut your hair to look like a strong man, and put on a handsome outfit.

Hayden straightened his long haircut again, knocked on the door of the clothing store that hadn't opened in the morning, but he had been staring at it for a long time, and bought the clothes he liked for a long time with great grandeur.

The upper body is similar to that of the handsome Leopard King Grimmjow in Grim Reaper, with pure white open half-sleeved sleeves, a belt tied to the lower body, and a pair of pure white trousers similar to training clothes.

Hayden secretly thought about why he liked this set of clothes. It seemed that it was probably because he had a white snow-based Zanpakutō. He always liked not wearing clothes and turned into a bare-chested swordsman.

But with the strongly dissatisfied gaze of the clothing store owner, the self reflected in the clothing store mirror is simply handsome.

After half a year of high-intensity training, Hayden has already forged a stylish figure.

The open-front design shows off his proud eight-pack abs, which are well-defined and clear-cut.The pure white sleeves can barely cover his strong biceps, and combined with the front, they just give people a vague appearance.

His muscular legs provide him with explosive power and mobility at the same time.

Perfect, perfect, perfecto.

After finishing all the preparations, Hayden, with a big bun in his mouth, hurried to the school field where he usually trains to gather.

咕咚

Hayden just arrived at the school grounds when he swallowed his last bite, and the school grounds were calmer than before.

The school grounds were surrounded by high walls, so he didn't know the specific situation inside at this time, Hayden didn't think much about it, and stepped into the school grounds.

Suddenly, all the members of the training camp, who were fully prepared except for Hayden, heard the movement from the gate, and their eyes couldn't help but turn here.

However, the unstoppable crowd was disappointed, it wasn't the instructor who came, but Hayden.

This little kid who was casually thrown in by Lieutenant General Kuzan half a year ago, the people in their training camp will hold important positions in the navy in the future.

Most people in the training camp have been in a closed environment since they were young, and usually surround themselves with a group of "yesn" who are good to them.

They naturally have a sense of superiority towards those who are inferior to them, not to mention that Hayden didn't know that he was picked up from a place where birds shit, and he didn't even have a full name.

As a result, a sense of contempt and resistance naturally arose in their hearts.

At this time, everyone's eyes revealed their disdain for Hayden, maybe they were ridiculing, or maybe they were mocking

Hayden naturally didn't care about the hostile gazes towards him. If it was the original world, as long as they showed a hint of fear, they would swallow you alive.

He has always been alone, and he understands this very well.

Looking left and right, only the people from the training camp were scattered around the school field, and there was no instructor.

Then Hayden walked slowly towards the place where Tina and Smoker were standing together. After all, he hadn't said hello to the eldest sister today.

"Hey, little brother, what kind of perverted clothes are you wearing today?"

Tina couldn't help complaining when she saw Hayden walking towards her, and then poked Hayden's open chest with her right index finger.

"Ah~" Hayden couldn't help but take a step back, "Sister, please stop making trouble," he cried bitterly.

He could still withstand a frontal blow from a fist, but he couldn't withstand a special attack from a woman. He couldn't withstand it.

"Hey, your training is good. Tina is very optimistic about you."

Tina, who had felt Hayden's body, then patted Hayden on the shoulder, and said in a tone like caring for a younger brother.

Because of Tina, she also became acquainted with Smoker and the others with Hayden, so she involuntarily synchronized her movements, and at the same time put her right hand on her forehead.

To use what Hayden often says, these two idiots

Then, the waiting time flew by.

The instructor responsible for teaching this training camp strode in from the door with no expression on his face.

Then, Hayden saw it in his sight.

The current Admiral Sengoku followed in with a calm gait in a white suit, followed by Admiral Zefa in a purple suit and the chief instructor of the Naval Academy, and then Lieutenant General Garp who swaggered casually, as if he was always holding a bag of immortals in his hand. cowry.

Then came a group of vice admirals from the navy headquarters, who walked in one after another, including Aokiji.

What they have in common is that, without exception, they wear white coats with the word "justice" on the back.

At this moment, the top group of the navy stood tall in front of their training camp of more than [-] people.

Although I occasionally encounter one or two, their spiritual pressure fluctuations are deliberately maintained within a normal range.

However, at this time, even if the spiritual pressure within the normal range was gathered together, the white spiritual energy in Hayden's sensory world was also intertwined, forming a giant column that shot straight into the sky.

A drop of cold sweat slipped down his cheeks unknowingly, and Hayden's legs were a little uncontrollable.

It's real.