Bleach: Getting Stronger Starting from Teaching at the Spiritual Arts Academy.

“There are so many people, how can I teach them all? I will visit the students’ homes and ask them to pay more attention to swordsmanship.” Tsunayoshi Tokina said, getting up and leaving the room.

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A month later.

The Ling Shu Academy's Zen Meditation Room.

The incense burner in the corner of the quiet room emitted swirling smoke, spreading a calming and soothing fragrance.

In July, I paced back and forth in the classroom to check if any students were daydreaming during their Zen meditation practice.

"You're too impatient. The more anxious you are, the harder it will be to enter the state of Blade Zen meditation. Calm your mind." July tapped a student on the forehead with a wooden sword.

"Yes, Shikatori-sensei!" The student wiped the sweat from his brow and tried Blade Zen again.

After a period of Blade Zen practice, most of the new students have been able to enter a Blade Zen meditation state.

However, as more and more students are able to practice Blade Zen meditation, the remaining students who are still unable to do so are becoming increasingly anxious.

In this state, it becomes even more difficult to perform blade meditation.

“Take a deep breath, adjust your emotions, clear your mind, and then meditate,” July said gently. “I think you’ve already touched the threshold of Blade Zen meditation, so there’s no need to be too anxious.”

Hearing July's words, the student relaxed considerably, took a deep breath, and slowly got into the zone.

A moment later, July sensed an unusual fluctuation of spiritual pressure.

The student successfully entered a state of blade meditation.

July smiled faintly, did not disturb him, and continued her inspection.

The first time one enters the Blade Zen meditation state, it usually lasts for a relatively long time. Recently, the Spirit Arts Academy has extended the closing time of the cafeteria, so that students who finish their Blade Zen training late can still eat in the cafeteria.

In the evening, after the last resident monk finished his blade meditation.

The teaching feedback rewards for Blade Zen practice have also been settled.

[Rewards will be settled upon completion of the course]

[Reward: 10 Blade Zen Experience Points]

[Under your careful guidance, the students were exceptionally focused during their Blade Zen practice, and twenty-one students entered a state of Blade Zen meditation, receiving an extra reward.]

[Reward: 210 Blade Zen Experience Points]

Moreover, the completion of Blade Zen Meditation by the four disciples also brought a reward to July, adding 130 Blade Zen experience points to her.

July temporarily suppressed the urge to immediately begin Blade Zen meditation.

He used up all the experience he had gained in Blade Zen during this period while meditating on Blade Zen.

Almost every time I enter the consciousness space, I find that huge changes have occurred within it.

July had a strange feeling—his consciousness space was about to be fully formed, and he would soon be able to see his Zanpakuto!

Chapter 48 The True Name of the Zanpakuto

After returning to the dojo in July, he went straight to the Blade Zen meditation room, intending to immediately begin Blade Zen meditation.

He had a strong premonition that this Blade Zen meditation would completely solidify his consciousness space, and he would soon be able to see his Zanpakuto.

I sat cross-legged, placed the light sword on my lap, cleared my mind of distractions, and a new status for Blade Zen practice appeared on the panel. I then invested all the Blade Zen experience I had gained into it.

In an instant, July immediately entered a deep state of Blade Zen meditation.

He felt a strong sense of weightlessness wash over him, as if he were falling endlessly.

Everything around was pitch black, without a single ray of light.

After an unknown amount of time, July noticed that the dark things around her seemed to be constantly changing, twisting and stretching, until they created double images.

Immediately afterwards, a strong tearing sensation came over him, and he felt as if his soul was being pulled out.

When July came to her senses, she found that her consciousness space was no longer pitch black.

The sky was still dark, but a bright, full moon hung above.

The full moon was so bright that you couldn't see the details clearly.

It was as if someone had painted a completely black picture and poked a hole in the canvas, allowing the light to shine through the wound.

In July, she squatted down and picked up a handful of sand.

The sand was also black.

Open your palms and let the wind carry the black sand through the gaps between your fingers.

The black sand that covered the ground was almost the only thing there besides the night sky and the full moon.

The sound of the wind, like transparent water, seeped into the room, drowning out the silence.

"My consciousness space is actually a black desert?" July was somewhat surprised.

Generally speaking, the space of consciousness is a projection of the mind of the Grim Reaper.

Death's mood and mental state can affect the consciousness space.

The consciousness space in July gave him the feeling of being in Hueco Mundo.

He didn't consider himself a psychologically dark person, but there was a heavy sense of desolation in his consciousness.

July clapped her hands, tossed away the remaining black sand from her palms, and got up to walk towards the tower under the full moon.

That towering structure that pierces the sky is the only building in the Black Sand World.

The tower, as white as a full moon, stands tall in the black desert, like a lighthouse guiding the lost.

Even from a great distance, you can see it.

July traveled at an extremely fast pace through the black desert, and before long, he arrived at the foot of the white tower.

Strangely, the tower was completely sealed from the outside, and after walking around it, he couldn't find a way to enter.

July bowed slightly, a slight spiritual pressure fluctuation erupted from her toes, and she flashed forward, quickly running up the outer wall of the tower.

After running wildly up the outer wall of the tower for a while, July stopped.

Turning his head, he saw that he was already hundreds of meters above the ground.

But it felt like the distance between me and the top of the tower hadn't shortened much.

As he climbed, he also paid attention to the tower beneath his feet and discovered that although the tower was very long in diameter and had a layered exterior, it was actually more like a pillar, with no doors or windows leading into the interior.

"Where is my Zanpakuto?" July asked, full of doubt.

"Ah, so you were looking for me?"

"I thought Shikatori-kun was exercising~"

The sudden sound was crisp and pleasant, with a flippant tone.

July felt a pang of anxiety, but even as he looked around, he couldn't find anyone nearby.

"Here it is~"

July carefully discerned the direction from which the sound came and discovered that it was coming from behind her.

No, to be precise, it's the shadow behind me!

July stared at her own shadow, which seemed to come alive.

Something seemed to be flowing within the shadows, wriggling irregularly.

Gradually, the shadows began to solidify, extending and coalescing into the air.

A moment later, a girl with long, straight black hair emerged from July's shadow.

The black-haired girl wore a black sleeveless long dress, her hands were covered by a pair of black long-sleeved gloves, but she was not wearing anything underneath the dress. Her pair of flawless white feet stepped on July's shadow, forming a sharp contrast with the dark shadow.

"You are my Zanpakuto?" July asked, staring at the black-haired girl's delicate face.

Although it was their first meeting, the moment they met, he knew that this girl was his Zanpakuto.

"I am 'Shadow Princess,' please guide me!"

The black-haired girl had a lively personality, and when she said this, she even stretched out her hand and made a gesture near her face.

"I am Shikatori Nanatsuki, nice to meet you." Nanatsuki was somewhat surprised, not expecting to learn the name of his Zanpakuto so easily.

The basic requirement for learning Shikai is to obtain the name from the Zanpakuto.

"It's a bit of a surprise that I got your name so quickly."

"Now that you have the ability to hear my name, I'll just tell you directly. We are one, there's no need to beat around the bush."

"Thank you so much, but there's something I want to ask you." July paused and said, "I seem to have two Zanpakuto?"

July has two swords: one is Asauchi, which she has carried with her ever since she woke up in Rukongai, and the other is a reward from the system.

He could sense that his two Zanpakuto were different from Ukitake Jushiro's Sogyo Koi. Sogyo Koi was two swords in one, while his two Zanpakuto seemed to be independent of each other.

The black-haired girl in front of them, named "Kagehime," is an evolution of the Asaka weapon given to her by the system.

The knife I brought with me from the beginning, I haven't even met him yet.

"What, you've just gotten me and you're already thinking about other women?" Ying Ji pouted, looking somewhat unhappy.

"I'm just a little curious..." July scratched his face, realizing Shadow Princess's choice of words, and continued to ask, "Have you seen my other sword?"

Shadow Princess sank into the shadows, and then she suddenly emerged from the shadows in front of July.

In July, she saw her stretch out her hands and rest them on her shoulders; she could even feel her breath on her neck.

"She's fickle, but seeing her won't be so easy."

Then, with a gentle push from Yingji, July felt a tremendous force and quickly fell downwards.

"You'd need at least a vice-captain level spiritual pressure to control her~"

In a daze, July found herself back in the meditation room of the dojo.

He ended his Blade Zen meditation and found that his spiritual pressure had increased significantly once again.

Because he made a lot of noise when he entered a deep state of Blade Zen meditation, he reinforced all the meditation rooms in the dojo, but now the meditation rooms are still a mess.

The floors, doors, and even the walls were destroyed by the spiritual pressure that erupted during meditation.