[Death] Are Aizen angry today?

The Maou Academy of Spiritual Art, simply put, is the school of the god of death, where training such as "slashing fists and walking away ghosts" is carried out, and the "soul burial" practice is completed in the previous life.

After graduation, you can enter the Gotei [-]th Division and live in Seireitei from then on.

Just as the two gods of death said before, for the souls in areas with low numbers, especially after area 78, where even drinking water is scrambling, becoming a god of death is the best way to get rid of this kind of life.

Wuzuki, who stepped into Seireitei for the first time, was deeply shocked by this magnificent land where death gods and nobles live.

Compared with the white walls and orange tiles, high towers and corridors here, the area of ​​Liuhun Street is the home of ordinary people, and Saraki, which is at the end, may be like abandoned garbage, no one cares about it.

Human beings are too pitiful. They suffer when they are alive, and they are imprisoned when they die. They continue to live in this world that is also full of systems and gaps.

With this kind of thinking in mind, she passed the pre-school exam with her excellent reading ability and good luck, and got the admission qualification with barely passing grades.

Now that she was wearing the student uniform of the Spirit Art Academy, she had a real sense of the fact that she was going to survive in the world of corpses and souls.

It is also the spring season when the cherry blossoms are flying, and Wu Yue is holding a book and preparing to return to the dormitory. On the way, he receives many "attention gifts" from his classmates.

Among the crowd, her light blonde hair looked out of place.

The cuffs fluttering in the wind were suddenly grabbed by someone, Wuyue frowned and turned around, hearing a strange greeting:

"Found you, Kanna."

The blond girl froze in vain, and the boy in front of him who also had blond hair looked at her with a smile on his eyes.

"I am the beginning of Phoenix Temple."

Wu Yue had never heard of this name.

He is No.1 in this test, because he is from Saraki in the [-]th Ward, but he has a dusty appearance and noble temperament, which once became a topic of discussion among girls.

The wind picked up, and the petals scattered in all directions. The blond girl asked suspiciously, "Excuse me, do we know each other?"

The young man smiled, "Let's get to know each other from now on... After all, we are at the same level..."

"Is that so, please give me more advice from now on, classmate No.1." Wu Yue only thought that he was joking, and then continued to walk towards the dormitory.

How could Fenghuang Temple, who has excellent grades, talk to her, the person who is at the bottom of the list?

Maybe it's because of the same hair color that they came to me... She wondered in her heart.

Once upon a time, Ichigo was regarded as a bad boy because of his orange hair, and Orihime was bullied many times by other girls for this reason.

Could it be that Phoenix Temple has a similar experience?

The doubts that sprouted in my heart were also denied by myself.

Such an excellent and good-looking person can only live a life like a star.

Wuyue lowered her eyes slightly, slowly passing through the scattered petals and light crumbs.

The curtain was drawn on the study career at the Spiritual Art Academy.

The initial teaching content was mainly theory and demonstrations. Out of concerns about the students fighting privately, the Zanpakuto was not released yet, and all exercises were replaced by bamboo swords.

The most important thing in the course is the composition of the Shinigami combat system, which is divided into four categories: Kendo, White Fighting, Kido, Shunpo.

For Wu Yue, limited by her stature and strength, she is a bit inferior in terms of swordsmanship, but Kidou Shunpo is almost easy to catch.

She has a light body, and the conditions for using Shunpo are more favorable than others, and the characteristics, principles, and usage methods of various chant texts are also memorized by heart.

However, it is already after the second year to finish theoretical study and actually apply what you have learned to actual combat.

"O king's lander! The mask of flesh and blood, the Vientiane, fluttering wings, and the name of human beings! Truth and restraint, stand on the wall of innocence with only minions! 33 of the broken way! Canghuo fall!"

After the chanting was over, white-blue explosive flames erupted from the palm of the blond girl's palm. With the sound of thunder, the flames roared towards the props like galloping horses. In an instant, the dazzling white-blue waterfall swallowed it and submerged it in the In a piece of broken flames.

Whispering began in the crowd.

"Ah, that's the Canghuo Pendant. It's more powerful than the intermediate-level Ghost Dao 'Red Cannon' that the teacher used in the demonstration!"

"I heard that Kanna-san was taught badly by Phoenix-ji-san when she was practicing in vain... so you're working hard to practice ghost way?"

The students were discussing vigorously, and there was another bursting sound in their ears, and the abandonment of singing——

"The 33rd of Breaking the Way, the Canghuo Fall."

Everyone was stunned, the user of the broken path was Phoenix Temple Chu who is now praised by the teacher as "comparable to Toshirō Hitsugaya, the captain of the [-]th Division back then".

In the stunned silence, the teacher clapped his hands, focused the students' attention here, and explained:

"Okay, all the students have also seen that the same broken way, because the user's Reiatsu is different, the power will be different... Eh... Whether the chant is used or not will also affect the broken way. Presentation... the two students have demonstrated it perfectly just now, and now, everyone can practice freely."

The crowd began to bustling and noisy, only the blond girl in the corner had an unconvinced expression on her face.

The learning process of the Lingshu Academy lasts six years, and those who are capable can graduate early, and Wuyue is one of them.

It took her two years to master the learning content of four years, and another person who also advanced ahead of schedule was Phoenix Temple Chu.

He has no conflicts with her, and there is little intersection in the academy.

But after being assigned to the same class, Phoenix Temple always competes with Wuyue in various exercises, as if trying to compete with her, or to remind her of the gap between the two.

Two years after being admitted to the hospital, Xia Ri approached quietly.

"The main weapon of Shinigami is the Zanpakuto built by his own soul, and according to the characteristics of the master's spiritual power and personality, the shape of Zanpakuto's ability is also ever-changing.

The Zanpakuto at the beginning was named "Asahi", which was temporarily loaned out by all Shinigami during the academician era, and was officially authorized and bestowed upon joining the team.

Afterwards, Shinigami and "Asahi" slept and ate together, experienced cultivation and accumulation, injected his soul essence into "Asahi", and thus created his own unique Zanpakuto. "

Knowing this from the teacher, the blond girl who got the Death Weapon was extremely excited.

That night, Rukia, who used the cross sword technique to slay the evil spirit, was holding the long sword tightly in her hand.

If you successfully graduate and become the god of death, you can go to the world to carry out the task of "soul burial" like Rukia...

Then you can see Ichigo again.

The girl clenched the handle of the knife without saying a word, her amber eyes were filled with fiery flames, as if she had burned out the reality and saw the future and the future.

The first day of running in with the Zanpakuto ended perfectly, the sun was setting, and the sky in the Soul Realm also changed from orange to purple.

The students went back to the dormitory one after another, only Wuyue held Zanpakuto, avoided the noisy crowd, and went alone to the backyard of the seldom-populated Spiritual Art Institute.

The stars gradually opened their eyes in the twilight.

She took out the Zanpakutō, and faced the air to review the chopping technique she learned today.

Not long after, I heard a laughing sound from behind.

"Hey, is it ineffective for you to practice like this?"

Wuyue frowned, with a look of impatience between her brows and eyes.She turned around, and threw the blade without hesitation at the students from Fenghuang Temple who were leaning against the tree and watching.

With a "bang", Zanpakudao passed by the handsome boy's ear impartially, and pierced into the tree trunk heavily and quickly.

A few strands of golden hair slowly slipped from the young man's shoulders.

"Say what you just said again."

Wuyue lowered her voice, looking at Phoenix Temple with a hint of anger in her eyes.

"Don't be so angry, Wu Yue." The boy smiled refreshingly, and pulled out the Zanpakuto, "If you want, I can be your opponent in practice."

"No moon, no moon, don't call it so easy, I don't know you well enough to be called by name." The unwilling girl snatched back the blade neatly, and ignored the provocative boy.

"Alas..." Phoenix Temple sighed softly, pulled out the saber from his waist, and stepped forward in a blink of an eye.

The sound of swords intersecting suddenly sounded, and the surrounding air vibrated faintly.

"what are you doing?!"

"I told you, practice with you!"

The warm evening wind turned into a vortex in the fierce battle between the two, swallowing the shattered starlight and the dust rising from the ground.

The first confrontation in two years of acquaintance, in the end, Wuyue was defeated and was knocked to the ground by Phoenix Temple. The sharp blade fell from the sky, and the wind that cut off her ear went straight to the ground, and the powerful spiritual pressure was buried in the soil. The rushing tore the flat grass into craters full of spider veins in an instant.

A strand of golden hair was chopped off.

The amber pupils were full of fear, Wuyue was lying in the pit, and the victor leaned over her body, gently stroking the fine beads of sweat oozing from her temples with his fingers, and looked at her tenderly.

"You're too weak, Wuyue... If this continues, I'm afraid you won't be able to graduate with me..." The boy Youyou sighed, stood up and pulled out the Zanpakuto, and at the same time pulled the girl on the ground up.

Wuyue was defeated and stood aside in embarrassment, unwilling to speak.

"May I ask you a question? You are obviously not strong in spiritual power, why are you so obsessed with becoming the god of death?"

The boy's voice was clear and soft in the evening wind.

Patting the dust off her body, the defeated girl replied reluctantly: "There was a god of death who saved me from Xu, I just... want to return her a favor..."

Phoenix Temple stared at her for a long time, "Is that all?"

"If you want to know so much, I can tell you." Wu Yue turned to face the boy, speaking more seriously than ever:

"In order to return to this world, meet me with someone who can see me."

The sky has completely turned into a black curtain, making it difficult to see the expression on Phoenix Temple's face.

Only a crisp answer slowly drifted away in the night-stained air, "Really... Actually, you don't have to force yourself. It doesn't matter if you can't become a god of death, because... I will protect you, no matter what time it is."