Death: This Death is a bit unorthodox.

The swordsmanship taught by Kuchiki Sojun is almost identical to what Shingetsu learned in the modern world.

Zhenyue decided to multitask, listening to Cang Chun's explanation while using the Spiritual Power Condensation Technique to cultivate her spiritual pressure.

Gin Ichimaru leaned closer, his body tilting to one side.

"Zhen Yue, have you heard? It seems that someone is coming to the Spirit Arts Academy as a special lecturer in a few days to teach us kendo."

"Taking kendo lessons? So, Ms. Cang is finally going to lose her job and go back to inherit the family business?" Zhenyue's tone was filled with envy.

He was genuinely envious; only those who had been nobles knew how wonderful it was to be one.

Back in his day, he indulged in a life of pleasure and debauchery from a young age, which led to overindulgence and eventually caused him to fall ill from overwork. Now, he has been reduced to trying to please those noble ladies.

"I wouldn't say I'm unemployed; the invited lecturer is just giving classes temporarily."

Do you know who it is?

"I heard from those noble young masters that he is a very important person."

Zhenyue raised an eyebrow and asked in a low voice, "A big shot? How big?"

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

Upon hearing this, Aozaki Mayuki was slightly surprised.

It's not unusual for instructors from the Gotei 13 to give lectures at the Spirit Arts Academy; in the original timeline, Aizen had been a calligraphy teacher at the academy since becoming a captain.

But temporary lectures are usually given to graduates. When will freshmen get this kind of treatment too...?

It seemed that the key points of the lesson had been covered, and Cang Chun stopped what he was doing and looked over here.

"Aozaki-kun, do you think my lessons weren't good enough?"

"How could that be? The teacher's lessons are excellent, captivating, engaging, vivid, and deeply moving..."

"But you don't seem to enjoy listening to my lectures very much."

"No, actually... it was Yin who talked to me. I was just advising him to pay attention in class."

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

Without making a sound, Shingetsu took out a ring from his sleeve and waved it in front of Gin Ichimaru.

"That's right, I was the one who spoke to Mazuki first."

Shinju breathed a sigh of relief, but Kuchiki Sojun wasn't about to let him off so easily.

"I see. But talking in class is still wrong. So let's punish Aozaki and Ichimaru by making them fetch the asahi for the other students."

"..."

"We can get Zanpakuto now?!"

Someone asked the question, and the students' faces lit up with excitement.

Asauchi is a nameless Zanpakuto, and Zanpakuto are the swords of Shinigami (Shinigami). Their shape, state, and abilities are modeled after the Shinigami's own soul. Shinigami gain power by knowing the name of the Zanpakuto given to them and by having a spiritual dialogue with it.

Kuchiki Sojun shook his head: "Of course not, it's for you to use, to help you practice Blade Zen."

"You will only get your own asakatsu after you graduate and officially join the team."

"Of course, if you can learn the name of your Zanpakuto by infusing your soul into Asauchi during your Blade Zen training at the Spirit Arts Academy, then congratulations, you will also be able to obtain your own Zanpakuto."

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

Fortunately, the Shinigami Academy is a professional technical education institution, and there are not many people with Shinigami qualifications, so the two of them could barely carry each other.

"Now, everyone take a shallow knife, place it on your lap, and meditate in a seated posture. Try to control your spiritual energy to enter the shallow knife, synchronize your thoughts with the knife, and achieve a dialogue with it..."

Kuchiki Sōjun took the lead in demonstrating, sitting cross-legged on the ground and placing his Zanpakutō on his lap.

Following suit, Zhenyue sat on the ground, placed the sword down, closed her eyes, and tried to channel her spiritual energy into the blade.

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

This wonderful feeling cleansed his soul, making him feel very comfortable, as if he had returned to his mother's embrace.

When she opened her eyes again, Zhenyue found herself in a pure white space. The sun was nowhere to be seen in the sky, and the whiteness that filled the sky was dazzling to her eyes.

The earth seemed to be made of an unknown white liquid. When he slapped his palm on the ground, it stirred up ripples, but he sat there and did not sink into despair.

Looking up, a samurai sword was stuck in the ground. It was about 1.2 meters long, with a thin blade, a grayish-white hilt, and an oval-shaped guard. A beautiful girl in a white kimono was standing on the sword.

This girl possesses the image and characteristics of a goddess: an angelic face and a devilish figure.

She has willow-leaf eyebrows, big eyes, thin lips, a classic oval face, wide double eyelids, a high nose bridge, and long, jet-black hair.

This is an enviable girl, because all the "beauty" is concentrated in her, as if a figure from a fantasy has come to life.

The girl's smile was radiant, and Zhenyue was instantly stunned.

"who are you?"

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

"All Things in the Universe?" Zhen Yue was taken aback, the confusion on her face disappeared, and she smiled at the girl as if she were a long-lost friend, "...All Things in the Universe!"

The girl's voice sounded like background noise to my ears, but her name resonated in my heart.

Like a dancing sprite, she leaped in front of Zhenyue, winked playfully, and said with a smile, "You can hear me after all, but this is just the beginning. I'm looking forward to... looking forward to the day you call out my real name."

The world shattered like a mirror, and the girl's body began to dissipate into specks of light.

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

"What's wrong with Shinzuki...?"

"His light shines..."

"Mr. Kuchiki, please come quickly and see what's wrong with Aozaki-kun..."

Shinjuku opened her eyes amidst the concerned words of her classmates. She found herself standing up without realizing it, and the katana in her hand had transformed into a samurai sword in a pure white world.

"My spiritual pressure..."

Before Zhenyue could react, a vast and terrifying spiritual pressure suddenly surged from his body.

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

Chapter 7 Sixth-Rank Spiritual Might

Kuchiki Sojun, who had walked up to Shinju, seemed to freeze on his face.

To his astonishment, a pillar of spiritual pressure shot into the sky from Shingetsu's body.

"boom!"

The pillar of spiritual pressure instantly ripped off the dojo's ceiling, illuminating the eyes of everyone present.

Several students with lower spiritual pressure in the dojo were thrown out by this sudden, powerful spiritual pressure, crashing into the walls with a series of thuds.

A student flew out of the door and was caught by a man wearing black-rimmed glasses.

"Young man, there's a limit to how much you should practice kendo."

"Ah... Aizen-sensei, what are you doing here?"

"I just finished class. What happened inside? No matter what, whether it's releasing spiritual pressure or throwing students out of the classroom, it's all too much..."

Aizen adjusted his black-rimmed glasses and looked up into the dojo.

Inside the dojo, Kuchiki Sojun released his spiritual pressure. His captain-level spiritual pressure, at the third rank, firmly suppressed Shingetsu's spiritual pressure, preventing it from harming the other students.

Through the clash of spiritual pressure, he could be 100% certain that Shinju's Asauchi had transformed into a Zanpakuto, and that its spiritual pressure had reached the sixth level of spiritual power, only a hair's breadth away from the fifth level.

His first thought was to be happy for his students.

But then he was immediately confused.

Aozaki Mayuki entered the school from Rukongai. Her resume clearly shows that she was a 16th-rank Spiritual Power when she entered the school, but now she has jumped directly to the 6th rank. This level of spiritual pressure has surpassed most of the seated officials.

Even if you've mastered Shikai, it shouldn't be this exaggerated...

Normally, when a Shinigami learns Shikai, their spiritual pressure increases by at most one level. Those with exceptional talent can increase it by two levels, but this increase of ten levels is truly unprecedented.

Aizen stood still, his hands gripping the frames of his glasses tightly, his whole body frozen like a statue, staring wide-eyed at Aozaki Maki.

Without his own awareness, the sign's gentle smile gradually twisted, and the curve of his lips widened.

From the perspective of the interns, the usually kind and amiable Vice-Captain Aizen seemed to transform into a hideous demon in an instant.

As a Shinigami of commoner origin, Aizen did not know how to cultivate spiritual pressure before entering the Shinigami Academy.

However, due to his exceptional talent, he reached the level of a top-tier seated official, also known as the sixth-rank spiritual power, in less than half a year after he began cultivating spiritual pressure upon entering the academy.

Even though he hid it very well and no one knew, he was still proud of it.

The information on outstanding students of the True Central Spiritual Arts Academy throughout history is publicly available, so it is clear that no one's cultivation speed can match his.

So, although he knew that Aozaki Mayuki's training speed was very fast after several years of getting to know each other, his starting point was too low.

He never imagined that Shinjuku was a genius on the same level as him.

He sometimes thinks that he might be born into a life on a different level from ordinary people, and this thought often makes him feel lonely.

For a period of time, he would subconsciously seek out people who could stand at the same level as him, only to be met with disappointment in the end.

As a result, just when he was about to give up on this idea, fate played a cruel joke on him.

This man's talent is no less than my own; he might even be able to stand at the same level as me!

Once this idea took hold, it was impossible to stop.

For a moment, Aizen's feelings were incredibly complicated.

He himself wasn't sure what he was thinking.

This man is too dangerous; he should be eliminated as soon as possible.

No, he may just be a flash in the pan, and in a few years he will fade into obscurity.

Why take chances? The plan is nearing a critical stage, and any risks should be eliminated promptly.

In an instant, various thoughts disrupted his thinking, and Aizen couldn't help but take a deep breath.

He considered that the existence of such a man might hinder his plans.