Death: This Death is a bit unorthodox.

But he felt a sense of relief.

So, I'm not surprised; I'm not a lonely life.

There are people in this world who are at the same level as me, and this person is right in front of me.

"Let's observe for a few more years." Aizen took a few more deep breaths to calm his inner excitement.

A long-lost sense of anticipation welled up in his heart, even though what he was looking forward to would bring him great risks.

"Aizen-sensei, are you alright?" the student asked worriedly.

Aizen's eyes flickered slightly, then he put on his signature fake smile: "I'm fine, I was just feeling a little unwell."

"Ah... I see. No wonder your expression was so scary, teacher. I'm fine. You should go check on the Fourth Division."

"Did you see everything?" Looking at the students nodding, Aizen smiled and said, "Thank you for your concern. Then, I'll be going now."

"..."

"Ms. Cang, are you alright?"

Shingetsu finally managed to control his spiritual pressure and waved his hand in front of Kuchiki Sojun.

"I am fine."

Kuchiki Sojun responded, staring blankly at Aozaki Maki.

He learned Shikai on his first Blade Zen, and possessed the spiritual pressure of a top-tier seated officer.

This is only the second day since I enrolled at the Shinigami Academy, and the first day of formal classes.

That's way too exaggerated.

Even his brother-in-law, Kuchiki Kyouga, who is hailed as a genius that comes along only once every few centuries and is now the captain of the Special Forces of the First Division, was not this exaggerated when he first entered the Shinigami Academy!

His eyes rarely showed excitement, as if he had seen a rising star.

This child may become a pillar of Soul Society in the future!

Although my crippled body is of little use, if I can train a Shinigami who can protect Soul Society, then I will not have failed my father's teachings.

Thinking of this, Kuchiki Sojun laughed even more heartily, but this smile no longer had the usual noble demeanor; instead, it revealed a hint of foolishness.

Shinju shook his head, coughed twice, and pulled Kuchiki Sojun out of his fantasy world.

"Ms. Cang, you said before that by infusing one's soul into the sword and knowing its name, one can obtain one's own Zanpakuto. So, I don't need to return my Zanpakuto to the Shinigami Academy, right?"

He sheathed the Myriad Manifestations sword and hung it at his waist, his hand stroking the hilt.

Even if I said I would pay it back, you would never do so!

Seeing that Shinjutsu had no intention of returning it, Kuchiki Sojun shook his head and chuckled: "Of course, it belongs to you. But after class, you still have to come with me to report to the Spirit Arts Academy."

"Long live the teacher!" Zhenyue jumped up happily. "Let's go!"

In his past life, when he watched the anime "Bleach," he fantasized about having a Zanpakuto.

Now that my wish has finally come true, I can't even face it calmly.

"You brat... sit down first, the lesson isn't over yet."

Despite being a sixth-rank spirit, Aozaki Mayuki was still easily pinned to his seat by the frail Kuchiki Sojun.

"Is the battle between Shinigami just a battle of spiritual pressure? My teacher, who looks so frail, actually has such strength." Mazuki said through gritted teeth.

“Aozaki-kun knows quite a lot,” Kuchiki Sojun said with a smile. “But don’t underestimate your teacher. Even though I’m not good at fighting, I’m still a third-rank Spirit Might. You still have a lot to learn.”

Chapter 8 Reflection

“A genius…this is a true genius.”

The Dean of the Spirit Arts Academy looked excitedly at the portrait of Yamamoto Sogen Ryuzai Shigekuni on the office wall, tears of emotion streaming down his face, and his bald head suddenly shone even brighter.

Not only Aozaki Mayuki, but even Kuchiki Sojun couldn't help but squint his eyes.

"If Captain-Commander Yamamoto has a spirit in Hell, our Soul Society can prosper for another two thousand years."

Zhenyue, who was enjoying her tea, almost choked to death; her face showed how hard she was trying to hold back her laughter.

“Um… Dean, Captain-Commander Yamamoto is still alive.”

Kuki Cangchun hesitated before raising his hand.

"I know, this isn't about dying...cough cough...I mean, isn't Captain-Commander Yamamoto getting old?"

The dean coughed twice and sighed:

"After working so hard for Soul Society for so many years, finally someone can share his burdens."

Kuki Aoi was dumbfounded.

Wasn't the dean curating the captain just now? And then he changed his tune so quickly. He can just spout lies without batting an eye.

He remembered that the dean wasn't like this before. Could it be that Zhenyue had given him too much of a shock, causing him distress?

That must be it, otherwise it doesn't make sense. It couldn't be that he was too happy and that his true nature was revealed...

"Aozaki-kun, come on, let's go to the kendo dojo and let the headmaster see your Shikai." The headmaster grinned, revealing what he thought was a kind smile.

Unfortunately, his old face was far from handsome, and he couldn't make Zhenyue feel any warmth at all. His smile could only stop the crying of children at night.

Shinjuku smiled, followed the headmaster and Kuchiki Sojun to the kendo dojo, exhaled a breath of stale air, glanced at Rangiku and Gin waiting for him outside the door, and slowly called out:

"Reflect, all things in the universe!"

Aozaki Mayuki slowly drew his Zanpakuto. Sometime during the day, a white ribbon had appeared on the hilt, with a cross-shaped blade ring attached to it.

He inserted his fingers into the blade ring and gently wiggled them, causing the blade to spin and dance.

"The Zanpakuto has changed shape, and its spiritual pressure has indeed increased threefold. Is it a direct-attack type Zanpakuto?"

The dean slowly stood up, stroking his long-grown beard with his large hands, leaning slightly forward to observe carefully.

His smile remained unchanged, showing no sign of disappointment.

Although direct-attack Zanpakuto are less versatile in terms of attack methods compared to Kido-type Zanpakuto, this can be compensated for by other means.

After serving as the dean of the Spiritual Arts Academy for so many years, he has finally encountered a genius who appears only once in a millennium.

This child might be able to rival Captain-Commander Yamamoto and the first Kenpachi Unohana.

One day in the future, when this kid becomes a pillar of Soul Society, the world will know that it was I who discovered this genius!

Thinking of this, the dean couldn't help but grin and reveal a silly smile.

Seeing the increasingly unrestrained smile on the dean's face, Aozaki Mayuki and Kuchiki Sojun suddenly felt a sense of helplessness.

Shinjuku looked directly at the Dean, who was lost in thought, and said calmly:

"Dean, should this be fine?"

"No problem, this Zanpakuto is yours from now on!"

Shingetsu sheathed his sword, stroking his beloved blade, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

Only he knew the true power of this knife.

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, the dean personally escorted Zhenyue and Kuchiki Sojun out.

Kuchiki Sojun followed behind Mazuki, and paused as he stepped out of the teaching building.

"Aozaki-kun, you need to be extra careful in the days to come."

Shinjuku looked at Kuchiki Soujun, who had a worried expression on his face, and said nothing.

Kuchiki Sōjun thought for a moment and then said, "The Soul Society is not as peaceful as it seems on the surface. The power struggles among the nobles are intensifying."

"All the major factions are frantically expanding their power in order to increase their say in the world. Even the Kuchiki family has not been able to stay out of it."

“What those nobles lack most right now is a young man with exceptional talent like you. Your excellence will undoubtedly attract their attention.”

"Once you accept the offers from those nobles, you will become a tool in their hands, and your fate will no longer be in your own hands."

"To them, swords are weapons, and that's all they are. Once they're damaged, they're just scrap metal to be discarded. They don't care where they end up."

"Moreover, if you join a faction, you will undoubtedly become a thorn in the side of other factions, who will never show mercy to their enemies."

“We who hold high positions are so filthy. You should have a bright and glorious life. Don’t sink into this disgusting quagmire for a moment of pleasure.”

In the end, Kuchiki Sōjun even gave a self-deprecating smile.

In fact, being caught in the vortex was not his wish, but being born into the Kuchiki family, one of the four noble families, meant that he could not avoid being drawn into it.

He hated this reality from the bottom of his heart, but he was powerless to change it.

"Ms. Cang, you are a good person."

Zhenyue shook her head and said seriously:

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in the wealth and honor that the nobles offer me. My only thought right now is to cultivate diligently at the Spirit Arts Academy."

These are Zhenyue's honest thoughts.

He had many interactions with the nobles, and while he wouldn't say he had an absolute understanding of the current situation in Soul Society, he certainly had a general grasp of it.

If you were noticed by nobles during peacetime, joining them might allow you to make a name for yourself.

But the Soul Society is in too much chaos right now, with family heirs dying in droves. For a commoner like him from Rukongai to join a noble family is practically suicide.

Despite being a sixth-rank Spirit Might, he's not particularly powerful among the assassins and death squads kept by nobles.

Seeing Maki's serious expression, Kuchiki Sojun breathed a sigh of relief.

The dazzling world is irresistible; for those nobles, money and beautiful women are as plentiful as they want.

However, with such a resolute expression and words, Zhenyue should be able to resist such temptation.

After seeing off Kuchiki Aojun, Aozaki Mazuki walked towards her dormitory.

My spiritual pressure was too high today, so I didn't have time to go find Yui-sensei to exercise.

He needs to master spiritual pressure and, incidentally, use Blade Zen to chat with the myriad forms of the universe.

The dormitories at the Shinigami Academy are divided into three types.

One type is the dormitory, where male students usually share a room of six, and female students share a room of four.