Starting Marvel with a Zanpakuto

Starting Marvel with a Zanpakuto Chapter 236

The little girl was wearing tattered clothes, covered with mud trenches and stains, and had a stench that made people around her frown. The little beggar crawled out.

Compared with the neat, clean and hygienic clothes around, in order to make a good impression on Shin'ō Academy, this dirty, foul-smelling little girl can be said to be a ' a crane in a flock of chickens ' too.

The little girl seemed to have been hungry for a long time, her steps were unusually slow, and her thin and petite body was shaking slightly, making people worried that a gust of wind could blow her away.

Nevertheless, she persisted and walked up to Aoyama.

“Hello great grandfather~”

The little girl behaved very politely and bowed respectfully to the old man.

"Well...go to the test."

Aoyama's old face showed a smile, and his heart was filled with excitement. After all, a polite child is always likable. of.

"Yes."

The weak little girl just said a few words, then took a few breaths, and then pressed the instrument with her dirty little hands.

DiDi! !

In an instant, the instrument made a beeping sound, and the numbers above began to jump wildly, and finally stopped on the number 'six'.

"en?!"

Aoyama, who had drooped down his eyelids and seemed to be dozing off, suddenly burst into light in his turbid eyes: "It turned out to be. .....6th-Class Spiritual Pressure?!"

Everyone was shocked!

They waited from day to night, and this was the first time they saw that instrument and had such a strong reaction!

I believe only if not fools understand what this means.

That girl is different!

Sure enough.

The sedentary Aoyama slowly got up, with a gentle expression on his face, and stroked his beard with a big smile: "Not bad, I have finally found a good seedling, and now I don't need to go back next time. Several other Old Guys laughed at it."

This time, there are four enrollment bases, which are set up at the four gates of east, south, west, and north respectively, and he is the examiner in charge of the east gate test.

After a whole day,

only recruited less than 100 people, and they were all '10th-Class Spiritual Pressure'. Originally, he was already in despair. The other Old Guys were ready to jeer.

but never expected!

As the end approached, God suddenly gave him a surprise!

The initial assessment is '6th-Class Spiritual Pressure'. If nothing else happens in the future, it is almost a sure thing to become a Captain-Rank Shinigami in the future!

"This is impossible!"

The black man felt outraged, thought he was discriminated against, and roared: "You are discrimination, why did I not pass, this damn The bastard passed? Damn old man, are you sneaking behind your back?"

"child, what's your name?"

Aoyama completely ignored the clown black people , continue to ask the little girl.

The little girl lifts the head and said in a hoarse voice: "My...name is Chen."

Aoyama then noticed that although the girl was not to old, and it is full of dirty dirt, but you can still get a glimpse of the foundation of its beauty.

The only regret is that her eyes have no pupils, only a pale color, which looks quite terrifying.

"Chen?"

Aoyama stroked his beard, said curiously: "child, do you have a full name?"

The girl shook the head, sadly Said: "I...don't remember..."

"fuck! Blink!"

The black man's eyes were fierce, Blink, his face Jealousy grew stronger.

Why?

The skinny little bastard can pass the test, but he is so strong that he is brushed down!

This must be discrimination!

That's right, that damn old man must have moved his hands and feet on purpose, otherwise, how could someone as strong as him fail the test?

The more black people think about it, the more they feel that this is the case.

Since what he can't get, no one else can get it either!

Ruined her!

Kill this damn slut!

"Go to hell, you bloody little bastard!" The black man roared, suddenly bursting from behind and punching the unsuspecting girl!

"Ah!"

The crowd was stunned by this scene.

Suddenly!

No one would have imagined that such a thing would happen!

The burly and strong body of the black man instantly formed a very strong contrast with the thin body of the little girl. Many people even closed their eyes and couldn't bear to see what happened to the girl.

With the physical quality of that little girl, it is absolutely impossible to resist this fist!

"Go die, die, die..."

The cruel and tyrannical colors in the eyes of the black people are intertwined, and the roar with a ferocious expression: "Go die for me!! !"

However.

Everyone seems to have forgotten one point, there is also a Shinigami present!

"Good courage!"

Aoyama depths of eyes flickered with cold light, and he slowly raised his fingertips, casually said: "Bakudō #1. Sai."

Whoops!

Invisible spiritual power surged out from his fingertips, instantly binding the black man's hands and feet, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get rid of the restraint.

"Ah!"

The black man fiercely fell to the ground, looking up and meeting the cold eyes of the old man, his killing intent was like the chill of the twelfth lunar month, making him feel almost About to freeze.

"Oh...courage is not small."

Aoyama took the girl behind him, then stroked his beard and said with a sneer: "How dare you stand in front of an old man You can't kill me for attacking Shin'ō Academy students!"

"No...you can't kill me!"

The black people were completely panicked, and then I remember the old man in front of me, who came out of the white wall... Shinigami!

The black man looked terrified, squirming crazily on the ground, trying to get away from the white clothed old man, and then began to talk nonsense: "I...I am a citizen of the United States of America, you You can't kill me, you have no right to judge me..."

Before he could finish his words, a blade light swept across his neck.

chi! !

A head rolled to the ground, blood pouring out like a fountain.

Hiss——

Hundreds of people around witnessed this scene, all sucked in a breath of cold air, and their faces turned pale.

“Law?”

Aoyama flicked blood off blade, white clothed as new, spotless, with a cold complexion: “In Soul Society, Seireitei is the law.”

“Law?” p>

Say it.

Aoyama glanced slightly and looked at everyone coldly: "Do you have any opinions?"

"No, we have no opinions!"

"That's right, that fellow deserves to die!"

"It's just..."

The surrounding bystanders shook their heads, turned into the righteous party, and All the anger and guilt were put on the black man with the severed head.

Just kidding...

Who dares to have any opinion on the knife in your old hand Ah?

Many of them look contemptuous This is the Soul Society!

"Child, come here."

Aoyama's icy expression faded, and he turned to a soft smile, saying, "From today onwards, you will be my Disciple! "

"Yes...teacher!"