Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

The world of Bleach.

In a desolate ruin on the outskirts of Rukongai.

Shen Jue, dressed in tattered clothes, slowly woke up from a very light sleep.

He gripped a nicked sword tightly in his hand.

Shen Jue's spiritual pressure expanded, reaching more than 200 times its original size.

The powerful spiritual pressure did not cause Shen Jue any discomfort; he was simply breathing deeply and trying his best to control it.

In just a few minutes, Shen Jue readjusted to the immense spiritual pressure.

"I'm already a soul, why do I still need to eat? A useless person like me should be infiltrating the Gotei 13, listening to music in brothels every day, eating and drinking for free," Shen Jue said to himself, feeling the immense spiritual pressure within his body.

"Let's forget about the Shinigami nobles; after all, they were almost wiped out by Aizen."

"As for Yhwach, just let Kurosaki Ichigo take care of him with a single blow."

Looking back on this period of time, I recall how I fought with other wandering souls for food and evaded the Void's hunting.

Shen Jue, on the contrary, became more determined in her mind.

"Isn't the point of living to enjoy life? Is it really something a human being would do to duel with someone who seems to be a madman like Kenpachi Zaraki?"

With this in mind, Shen Jue decisively chose to run away.

"Shen Jue." At this moment, an untimely voice rang out, and a wandering soul with a gloomy face and tattered clothes came to Shen Jue's side.

"The chieftain wants you to test that middle-aged swordsman." The gloomy-faced wanderer stared at Shen Jue with ill intent, causing Shen Jue to sigh slightly.

"It would be worth killing you all for a little water and food," Shen Jue said, slowly drawing his nicked sword.

Anger flashed across the gloomy-faced wandering swordsman's face. He was about to unleash his sword when he discovered that he had lost all his strength.

The wandering swordsman's body was cleaved diagonally in two, and the smooth half of his body flowed down slowly.

"The battle of souls is the battle of spiritual pressure."

"That's absolutely true. In the past, I might have had to go through a fierce battle to fight you to the death, but now, in my eyes, you're nothing more than a barking, spineless dog."

The spiritual pressure surged more than two hundred times, allowing Shen Jue to completely surpass the wandering soul before him in strength, speed, and reaction. The dense spiritual pressure, wielding swords, sliced ​​through butter like a hot knife through butter, killing Shen Jue's former bandit accomplice.

The wandering swordsman's spiritual pressure suddenly disappeared, and a slight commotion arose from the ruins not far away.

Shen Jue listened intently and heard many footsteps approaching him.

A fierce battle is inevitable, Shen Jue thought to himself. He stroked the broken weapon in his hand with one hand and said slowly, "Old friend, please drink this blood one last time."

A ferocious, malevolent, and violent spiritual pressure suddenly erupted!

A furious roar, coupled with a terrifying spiritual pressure that made people tremble, caused the entire ruins to shake!

"Why are you running?! Come and fight me!"

The immense spiritual pressure made Shen Jue's heart tighten. This violent spiritual pressure, as oppressive as a prison, was even causing the entire ruins to begin to disintegrate.

Even though Shen Jue's spiritual pressure increased by 200 times, it was still far inferior to the immense and violent spiritual pressure of this swordsman who resembled Kenpachi Zaraki.

"Hahaha!" A blazing blade of light flashed across the area, and most of the bandits who had come to attack were cut into particles by this massive spiritual pressure blade of light that spanned a hundred meters.

With a burst of spiritual pressure, the leader of the bandits, a bloodthirsty swordsman, unleashed a cruel, blood-red spiritual pressure, struggling against a swordsman who appeared to be Kenpachi Zaraki.

Instead, Shen Jue contracted his spiritual pressure and used the blade light that had wiped out the miscellaneous soldiers to fly backwards into the distance.

The bandit leader also howled, his face filled with bloodthirsty fighting spirit.

"Two lunatics."

Shen Jue cursed, gathered his spiritual pressure, turned around and ran, without even glancing back.

Shen Jue's experience of wandering on the outskirts of Rukongai did not turn him into a bloodthirsty battle maniac.

This only intensified his desire for stability and to enjoy life.

Although Shen Jue has lost his memory and his true nature has become that of a ruthless robber, he wants to live a carefree life of eating and waiting for death in the endless time to come.

The cruel, blood-red spiritual pressure collided with the violent spiritual pressure, which relieved Shen Jue, who had already run far away.

Let these two battle maniacs fight it out. Shen Jue just wants to change his ways, join the True Central Spiritual Arts Academy, graduate properly, join the Gotei 13, and start a life of leisure and idleness.

Shen Jue is not a battle maniac.

Half a month later, at the border between Rukongai and Shinigami Academy.

Shen Jue was no longer the same as before. He was dressed in white, wearing a wide bamboo hat, carrying two swords on his back, and exuding a lazy and playful aura.

In the past two weeks, Shen Jue's originally thin and sunken cheeks have returned to normal.

With the help of his fellow bandits along the way, Shen Jue trained his spiritual pressure during the day and listened to music in brothels in his spare time at night. Late at night, he would exchange his experiences of listening to music in brothels and cultivating with the pirate Shen Jue in the white space.

The Shinigami Academy is a Shinigami school founded by Hongen Ryusai Shigekuni, the Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13, the strongest Shinigami, and the wielder of the strongest fire-type Zanpakuto, Ryujin Jakka.

The Shinigami Academy, which adheres to the policy of education for all, accepts souls from all walks of life in Rukongai who meet the required spiritual pressure to participate in the application process.

By learning the four basic skills of swordsmanship, instant step, hand-to-hand combat, and devil's way at the academy, and passing the graduation exam, one can officially become a Shinigami (death god) in the Gotei 13.

Shen Jue was very lucky. He had just arrived at the outer perimeter of the Seireitei when he heard the news that the Shinigami Academy was about to recruit students.

What else is there to say? Just join!

The Shinigami Academy only has two requirements for admitting students: one is that the student is deceased, and the other is that the student possesses strong spiritual pressure.

Ordinary souls do not possess the powerful spiritual pressure necessary to become the Grim Reaper.

Although this powerful spiritual pressure was nothing more than a roadside object to Shen Jue.

However, Shen Jue still solemnly arrived at the registration office of the True Central Spiritual Arts Academy.

The registration area was teeming with eager minds, which made Shen Jue's lips twitch.

A dozen or so teachers from the Shinigami Academy are testing the spiritual pressure of each person who has come to register.

Those who passed the test cheered with joy, while those who failed could only leave dejectedly.

Shen Jue waited outside the crowd for a while, and was about to unleash his spiritual pressure to push through the crowd when he suddenly realized a fatal problem.

In the world of Bleach, spiritual pressure is certainly important, but in reality, fashion sense is the real currency among the strong.

Even something as powerful as indigo dyeing becomes just another face in the street after losing its fashionable appeal, and even hairspray becomes unusable.

Shen Jue believed that if he openly cut in line and became a clown, who knows what kind of trouble he would cause if he joined the True Central Spiritual Arts Academy.

Therefore, Shen Jue chose to queue up obediently, only releasing a dense spiritual pressure one meter around him to prevent the souls from ruining his martial arts-style attire.

As the sun set, the crowd began to disperse.

Finally, after a long wait, it was Shen Jue's turn to have his spiritual pressure tested.

"Please unleash your full spiritual pressure," the teacher from the Shinigami Academy gestured to Shen Jue.

This teacher from the True Central Spiritual Arts Academy had already noticed the deadly spiritual pressure emanating from Shen Jue's body; in other words, all the teachers from the True Central Spiritual Arts Academy present were paying attention to Shen Jue.

"Are you sure?" Shen Jue asked slowly, without the slightest impatience.

"Of course," the teacher from the Shinigami Academy continued, "the spiritual pressure you tested during enrollment will determine your treatment at the academy."

Shen Jue nodded upon hearing this. He was never one to hold back. If he was going to unleash his spiritual pressure, then he would unleash it with all his might.

In the past half month, Shen Jue, whose talent has been multiplied by two hundred times, has seen his spiritual pressure increase significantly.

The next moment, Kuang Yuan's sea-like spiritual pressure suddenly erupted!