Marvel With Zanpakuto

"It's work everyone."

With a gentle smile, Lorde said, "I hope you all do your best to continue to cultivate the next generation of talents for the Soul Society."

"The Spirit King doesn't need to do this."

The ten old beards all stroked their beards and smiled and said, "It is my lifelong wish to train the next generation of talents for the Soul Society."

These people have been fabricated false memories by the system, so they will not have the slightest doubt about him and his own life experience.

Although they are gifted tool people, they are not emotionless wood.

In their memories, they were the old god of death who honorably retired after dedicating their life to the Soul Society. Finally, they came to this newly built Zhenyang Spiritual Art Institute and continued to play their residual heat for the Soul Society.

People say that there is an old man in a family, if there is a treasure.

Now they have ten treasures, and all of them are experienced and proficient in the four basic professional teachings of slashing fists and walking ghosts.

Although they can't participate in the battle, they are an indispensable and important existence for the newly built Soul Soul World!

It is these ten aged gods of death who support the Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy!

"Master Dean."

Among them, the eldest old man walked out of the crowd, bowed his head to Lorde, and said with great vigor: "I'm all ready, I don't know when I can officially start recruiting?"

"In a few days."

Lord thought for a while, and then said: "I'd like to ask you to come up with the specific regulations, and then you can open the west gate and recruit students in Liuhun Street."

"Follow the orders of the Spirit King!"

The old people bowed their heads and bowed, then turned around and walked into the academy to prepare the specific regulations for admissions.

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a few days later.

A shocking news spread throughout the four major Liuhun districts.

Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy is recruiting!

All souls can go to the front of the four outer gates of Seoringei in Ryuhun Street to participate in the admissions of Shino Spiritual Arts Academy. Once they pass the test, they can enter the school.

After graduation, you can directly enter the thirteenth division of Godei and become a Shinigami of Seirei Tei!

Since this news was introduced to Liuhun Street, all the souls exiled here have gone crazy.

After they were extradited to the Soul Soul Realm, they vaguely learned some information, such as this is the Soul Soul Realm, the world where the souls of all people live after death, and inside that white wall is the place where the gods of death gather!

Now, when I heard that the True Spiritual Art Institute established by Seoringei was going to recruit students, and it was said that once they passed, they might become the god of death, all the souls could not sit still, and all the souls of each district went to the gate of Seoringei.

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Seirotei, east gate.

The white murderous stone giant gate slowly rose, and under the nervous eyes of all the souls, an old man in white with a pale beard and a bright head walked out from the inside.

"Is that the god of death?"

There was a commotion in the crowd, and many people asked questions.

After all, the old man who came out looked so weak that he was far from the god of death they imagined.

There are not a few people who have this question. In their eyes, the god of death should be that kind of person, with a sinister aura all over his body, and then taking a sickle everywhere to harvest people's lives.

Is this person... really a god of death?

Although all souls live in Liuhun Street, there are not many people who have actually seen the god of death.

Only a very small number of souls are extradited to the soul world through the formal process of soul burial; and most souls are 'illegal stowaways' who are forcibly brought in by the authorities of hell after death.

These people have never seen the God of Death, and have never had any relevant knowledge, so it is reasonable to have such unrealistic thoughts.

"I'm the god of death in charge of recruiting this time, Aoyama Clan."

Aoyama's eyelids were half drooping, as if he didn't wake up, and said lightly: "Everyone line up in order, and test them here. Those who pass can enter Seoling Garden with me."

Although his voice is not loud, in such a noisy environment, it is very clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.

The crowd, which was still chaotic and noisy, became quiet in an instant. According to what the old man said, the queues were arranged one by one.

"Yes, it's a bit of a brain."

The Qingshan clan nodded slightly, these souls were quite sensible, but it saved him from having to do it.

Next, Aoyama explained the rules roughly.

The admissions process of Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy is very simple. You only need to come forward, put your hand on the special instrument, and then judge whether the spiritual power level meets the admission standard according to the floating number of the instrument.

And the standard for entering the Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy is to reach the lowest tenth level of spiritual power!

Don't think that the tenth-level spiritual pressure is very low!

Although all souls have spiritual power, more than 70% of them have spiritual power that is too weak to be included in the rating.

The tenth-level spiritual pressure is only the most basic requirement for admission.

For example, most of the gods of death in the corpse and soul world belong to people with mediocre aptitudes, and they can only improve one or two levels of spiritual pressure with their hard work throughout their lives.

Look at those geniuses.

Such as Hitsugaya Toshiro, who had established contact with Zanpakutō in advance before he participated in the test of the Shino Spiritual Arts Academy, and the strength of the spiritual pressure was close to that of the officer. After that, he became the youngest god of death in the history of the Soul Society. team leader.

This is the difference!

Between genius and mediocrity, there is an insurmountable chasm. No matter how hard you work, you will never cross this hurdle.

Some people have stood at the end from the moment they were born, and this is a fact that no one can change.

The test officially begins.

The crowd came one by one and put their palms on the instruments.

"Unqualified, next one."

"Unqualified, next one."

"Unqualified, next..."

The elderly Aoyama-san was sitting on a chair, his eyelids almost drooping down, as if he was about to fall asleep.

One after another in the crowd, they came full of hope, but they had to return lost. The selection mechanism was so cruel!

Even the tenth-level spiritual pressure that requires the lowest level, there is no one in a hundred who has the qualification to become a god of death.

But this is also normal, Lord is not at all surprised.

After all, the concentration of spirits in Liuhun Street is too low. Due to the limitation of the natural ecological environment, it is quite difficult to give birth to souls with high qualifications.

The setting sun is gradually setting, and the enrollment is still going on.

The number of people who barely passed the test is less than 100, but the number of people who have been eliminated has exceeded 10,000.

"Next......"

Aoyama was a little impatient and waved to the next person.

"Hahaha... It's finally time for Lao Tzu." A burly black man stepped forward with a confident face, and then slapped the instrument.

beep.

After the instrument vibrated slightly, the number did not float.

If there is no number, it means that the Reiatsu is too weak to be included in the rating!

Qing Shan glanced at the instrument and waved his hand expressionlessly: "Unqualified, next."

"What? Unqualified?"

The black man's full anticipation was dashed by a sentence, and he instantly turned into anger and roared: "I don't believe it! It's impossible! I'm so strong, why don't you let me pass?!"

Aoyama rolled his eyes, too lazy to care about such a self-righteous idiot, and beckoned to the person behind him: "Next, don't waste time."

"Ha ha ha ha......."

A burst of laughter broke out in the crowd, turning the black face blue and purple.

Before he came, he was still so confident that he must be the strongest in this group with his strong physical fitness. It is not easy to become a god of death by passing the test?

But he didn't expect that the old man didn't look at this at all. The physical quality he was proud of was completely useless, and he was directly rejected.

"Impossible... I'm so powerful..." The black man complained and seemed a little dissatisfied in his eyes.

"Trouble let let..."

At this time, a little girl said softly, and then walked over slowly.