Chapter 10 Knife Zen, Shallow Fighting, Communication

In the classroom, the Death God teacher on the podium was spitting and talking about the history of Soul Society.

From the glory of the royal family to the history of the five nobles, to the establishment of the Gotei Thirteen, it even mentioned the war between the Shinigami and the Quincy clan hundreds of years ago.

Even today, there are still Quincies wandering around in the world.

Under the podium, there was a rather strange scene.

More than 99% of the students were sitting neatly in front, listening carefully to the teacher's teaching.

At the back of the classroom, a few rows of seats were vacant, and two slightly thin figures were sitting at separate tables.

One of them listened carefully, just like the other students.

The other person buried his head in his arms, seeming to be in hibernation.

The teacher on the podium also noticed this scene and hesitated to speak. In the end, he could only vent his anger to the classroom, and the lecture voice even increased by several levels.

However, this kind of movement here in Ruyue Ming is like a lullaby.

When the sonorous and powerful voice reached his ears, he...

Sleep better.

Aizen glanced sideways at his friend next to him, with a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

Perhaps, this is the true portrayal of interest being the best teacher.

Ever since Kisaragi Akira slashed Feng Junye away with a sword in the kendo class, his quality of life has skyrocketed.

Countless elite students saw his true strength and were in awe of him from the bottom of their hearts.

No matter where you are, the strong are always respected.

The Spiritual Arts Academy is no exception.

The news spread like wildfire and soon spread throughout the entire Spiritual Arts Academy.

Both teachers and students, as well as the dean, all know that there is a real genius in Class One.

Only a few months after being admitted to the hospital, he was already able to beat his teacher to the level, and his spiritual pressure even exceeded that of an average Shinigami soldier.

A well-deserved genius, as bright as the moon.

But this guy just didn't play his cards according to common sense, even though he chose to listen carefully even in Zhanquan Zougui and even in the actual combat class.

But as soon as I got to the cultural class, I started to fall asleep, without any arrogance and attitude that a genius should have.

I keep having fun all day long, and from time to time unexpected ideas pop up in my mind.

Such as attacking Mao's cafeteria at night, tampering with disciplinary notices, exorcising demons and consecrating female classmates, etc.

The key is that it's okay if he does it alone, but every time he is about to do something bad, he will be dragged into it.

In the words of Ru Yueming, good brothers should share blessings and share hardships.

Although he doesn't know where he heard the crooked advice, he always implements it very strictly.

"That's all for today."

On the podium, the history teacher looked serious.

Under the podium, the moon shines brightly, drowsily and unconsciously.

"is get out of class over?"

"Our final exam will be in one month. Although as a god of death, practical combat is the most important course, cultural courses cannot be left behind."

"If there are any students who fail to pass this exam, they will be given a serious penalty of probation!"

Hearing the punishment, Kisaragi suddenly woke up, and then looked pitifully at Aizen next to him:

"Soyousuke, are we good brothers?"

Aizen remained silent.

"You must not have the heart to see me fail the exam. When you were watching the exam..."

Akira Kisaragi didn't know when, but she sat next to Aizen, putting her hand on the other person's shoulder familiarly, thinking of bad ideas as usual.

"The next class is Sword Zen. You should first think about how to complete the most basic Sword Zen."

Aizen stood up from his seat and said calmly, "If I remember correctly, as of last night, it seemed that you had not been able to complete the first step of Sword Zen."

"It's okay to fail the cultural class, but if you can't have your own Zanpakutō, even if you graduate successfully, you won't be able to join the Gotei 13."

"Perhaps, your only choice is the Ghost Daoists..."

Ru Yueming was stunned, and his good brother's sudden stab in the back made him heartbroken for a moment.

But now, I can only bite the bullet.

Although it's unclear exactly why, he seems to be incompatible with his Zanpakutō.

From the initial choice of shallow fighting to the current understanding of sword Zen.

Even the worst student can vaguely feel the power of the Zanpakuto, but he cannot complete the most basic sword Zen.

Let alone unleashing the power of the Zanpakutō.

Isn't it said that the Zanpakutō is modeled after the soul of the Shinigami? Then why are you and your own soul so incompatible?

Could it be said that he is a pure and stubborn person?

With anxiety and doubts, Kisaragi and Aizen came to the Tozen Dojo together.

There is a Zen-like tranquility in the empty room.

The faint fragrance lingers in the nose, making people enter a state of intoxication and hazyness, and suddenly become ecstatic.

This is the exclusive Reiko phantom incense of the Tozen Dojo. It is used to assist the students who have just obtained the Zanpakutō, allowing them to enter the state of Tozen more quickly, so that they can smoothly communicate with their Zanpakutō.

Of course, this phantom scent of spirit seeds is not very effective for people with a strong will.

Like the bright moon, like Aizen.

The two sat cross-legged on the futon, put on a training posture, and started sword meditation.

Like other college students next to him, Aizen quickly entered the state of sword Zen.

It was only as bright as the moon, and I scratched my head and ears, as if I had lice on my body.

He couldn't understand why he had already done what the teacher said and even asked Aizen to teach him relevant techniques, but he still couldn't complete the most basic sword Zen.

Kisaragi Ming stared at the blade placed flatly between his knees in a daze.

The shape, ability, and state of the Zanpakutō are all modeled after the soul of the God of Death.

The Shinigami gains power by knowing the name of the Zanpakuto given to him and by having spiritual conversations with it.

To be precise, the blade in front of me now cannot be called a Zanpakuto, but should be called a shallow strike.

The Shinigami needs to sleep and eat with Asada, and through constant training, he can carve the essence of his soul into Asada, thereby creating his own Zanpakutō.

However, Ru Yueming just wanted to say that he understood the truth.

The question is, how to carve the essence of the soul into the Zanpakutō?

It's like, behind the door is the Zhenyang dining hall and Zhenyang women's dormitory. As long as you open the door and walk in, you can enjoy endless happiness.

But, how to open the door?

Conventional sword Zen methods are completely ineffective for Kisaragi Ming.

He crossed his arms and stared at his blow with a frown on his face, countless thoughts flashing through his mind.

"Damn, Mimi Haki is not as hard to communicate with as you..."

Ru Yueming whispered fiercely, but at this moment, a spiritual light flashed across his eyes like lightning.

"etc!"

"By the way, what will happen if you use the method of communicating with gods to communicate with the Zanpakutō?!"

Think about this.

Kisaragi Ming's eyes were full of fire when he looked at the blade between his knees!