Alchemist in Death

Chapter 14 The Daily Life of Sand Sculpture

But no matter how worried Ichiro is, he can't make changes to this matter. He can only wait slowly. Fortunately, there is some progress now. If you work slowly, you will always succeed.

"Oh~" Ichiro, who was standing in front of the dressing table, sighed again. Urahara, who was passing out clothes, rolled his eyes at this.

"What are you sighing again?"

"I'm handsome again, what should I do?"

"..." Urahara rolled his eyes and said impatiently, "Move quickly."

"I know, I know. It's true. I have to remind you every day. Are you annoyed?"

Urahara's brows twitched: "Who makes you so narcissistic every day?"

This is their daily routine before going to class every day. If they miss this one day, they will not be able to adapt...

To be honest, Ichiro feels a little bit disappointed now that so many people choose to graduate early. They really can’t learn anything...

Now Ichiro can't learn anything in school except higher-ranked Kidō.

Compared with Kidō, Ichiro pays more attention to its principles and techniques. This is why he has only learned so much Kidō, but there are not many teachers in the academy who can teach him.

Nowadays, the only motivation for him to stay in school is to have more time to study his own things. If he graduates and joins the squad, he will certainly be able to learn more and more profound knowledge about ghost ways, but what Ichiro values ​​most now is spirituality. The alchemy of the child is currently connected to the alchemy of the previous life through the two spirit pistols. It is a time of rapid progress. It is impossible for him to graduate and become a social worker at this time.

After going out, the two of them waited for Yoichi downstairs of the dormitory as usual, and then went to the classroom together.

"By the way, do you want to go to the base to practice during the weekend? We haven't been together for a long time." Yoruichi tilted his head and asked Ichiro.

"Is it the weekend? Not this week. The captain will give a lecture this week. I have to attend the lecture. It's a rare opportunity."

"Is it rare? I remember it's the third time this month, right? Four times last month, and already three times this month only halfway through. What a rare opportunity..." Urahara complained silently on the side.

"Really? I didn't calculate this. I heard it from the seniors in the team. It seems that the captain only gave a lecture once every few years."

"Oh." x 2
"I don't know why this is happening. Tell me, why is the captain giving lectures so frequently recently?"

"Oh." x 2
"Aren't you curious?"

"Not curious." x 2
"..."

Seeing Ichiro's deflated look, Urahara and Yoruichi looked at each other with suppressed smiles. Sure enough, other people's pain is my happiness, and Ichiro will not deceive me!
While they were talking, the three of them walked to the classroom. Ichiro still tirelessly hinted to Urahara Yoruichi that no matter what, he must die today! ! !
"Urahara, have you heard? Our class is going to have a genius who will skip a grade. I heard that she has mastered Hakkai." Ichio came over bouncing, and the ponytail behind her bounced along with her movements. , fully revealing the vitality of the girl.

It's a pity that a girl is just a girl after all, and with such a big move, it's just a ponytail.

Ichiro sat back on his seat, resting his head on the window, and said casually: "Hai Ke? Isn't that similar to Urahara? There are so many geniuses."

"No, strictly speaking, she is more talented than me. She has only been in school for half a year. It also took me nearly a year to complete the initial solution. It's interesting."

"There are more and more geniuses. It feels like it's hard to get along. Recently, the frequency of Captain Unohana's lectures has also increased. I don't know why."

'Done! 'x 2
Urahara and Yoruichi felt nervous, and sure enough, Ichio successfully followed Ichiro's words and asked.

"Why? I heard from my family that it should be difficult for the captain to give lectures. After all, they have a lot of things to do." "Alas~" x 2 Urahara and Yoruichi sighed at the same time, putting their right hands on their foreheads.

Ichiro was happy in his heart, but he sighed calmly on the surface and said: "I don't know, I heard from the seniors that it used to happen once every few years. I don't know why, but after I went there, I talked more Frequently, oh~ why?”

"..." Looking at Ichiro who was annoyed, the corner of Ichiro's mouth twitched. She turned to look at Urahara and Yoruichi, who were holding their foreheads and sighing. She seemed to understand the reason why they did this...

"Hehe...hehe, but...maybe it's because..."

Before Izuo could finish speaking, Yoruichi immediately pushed her to a seat in front of Ichiro and said, "Class is about to start, so hurry up and get ready."

Ichiro curled his lips, put away his casual expression, took out two notebooks from the drawer, and began to calculate various data seriously.

After a while, the teacher of this class walked in with a girl with long black hair and straight hair. Hanging on her waist was a small and delicate Zanpakutō. It was not a shallow strike. Obviously, it was a rare permanent liberating Zanpakutō. .

"Come on, let me introduce myself."

"Shusha~"

The crisp sound he imagined did not come, but instead there was a rustling sound. Ichiro looked up in surprise and saw the girl immersed in writing something on a large book in her hand. Ichiro's eyes fell on the Zanpakutō, and he picked it up. He raised his eyebrows.

'Um?The permanent beginning of the Zanpakutō? '

A permanent type of Zanpakutō that has no beginning to explain. The Zanpakutō is always in a state of beginning to form. It is a very rare Zanpakutō.

At this time, the girl turned the book over, and it was her self-introduction.

'Hello, my name is Suzulan Yue, please give me your advice. '

"She can't speak, please be considerate."

After hearing the teacher's words, Ichiro looked at the bright smile on the girl's face in shock, and silently added a research plan in his mind.

However, at any time, there are always a few idiots who can't read their faces...

"Hahaha~ When will a mute be able to become the God of Death? Haha...ha...h..."

Under the cold gaze of everyone, he silently stopped speaking, lowered his head, his eyes filled with resentment.

Seeing this, Ichiro frowned. He knew this person. He came from Rukongai like him, but his serial number was later. So a year later, the gangster's temper has not changed, or he has never thought about it. Change.

Glancing at the girl with her head lowered on the podium, Ichiro looked at the idiot coldly: "Then what kind of trash are you if you are not even as good as her?"

"you……"

"What are you talking about? Did Ichiro say something wrong? You can't even do the first act of the Zanpakutō. Aren't you ashamed of pretending to be cool all day long?"

"..." Listening to Urahara's other words, the corner of Ichiro's mouth twitched, but now that the situation is special, he decided to suppress it first and wait until night to let him know the use of Gudao Rechang!

"Okay, stop arguing, Sugou, get out of here. If the next time happens, or if I hear any bad rumors in school, go back to Rukongai!" The teacher looked at her coldly. Looking at Sugou with a somewhat distorted expression, he said coldly, "You can bet on whether I have this right!"

(End of this chapter)