After joining the Sixth Division, I started swaying

"Even with the talents of the three of them in the shooting field, let them participate in simulated training after only two weeks of school, even if there are sixth-generation students leading the team, it is tantamount to sending them to death!"

Mao's simulation training, usually according to the talent level of the students, at the end of the first year of freshmen, give priority to the students of the special class to practice first, and then it will be popularized on a large scale at the beginning of the second year of freshmen.

Of course, even though projections are used for the simulation training, in order to highlight the reality and increase the actual combat effect, those simulation simulations can also cause certain damage to the students.

Let the freshman who has only studied for two weeks to participate in the simulation training, unless he is crazy, he will agree to Nagasawa.

However, when Sarutobi Musashi rejected Nagasawa Masa's request righteously and sternly, Nagasawa Masa's face not only did not show any disappointment or annoyed look, but instead evoked a touch of "It's exactly as I expected " smile.

Sarutobi Musashi, Nagasawa Ya, has not been in contact for too long, but he knows that the other party is an extremely responsible teacher.

Even though I have been teaching for more than a hundred years, I have not become numb to my profession because of time.

The education and safety of students has always been our top priority.

When the other party began to think about the safety of the students instead of rejecting him directly because of "rules", his opportunity came.

Seeing this, Masa Nagasawa finally used her trump card.

"Don't worry, don't worry, generally speaking, the simulated virtual training is led by sixth-generation students, and safety is already guaranteed. As long as I protect secretly, there will be absolutely no problems."

"Even if you don't trust Matsumoto and the others, you won't even trust me as the third seat?"

Hearing this, Sarutobi Musashi was taken aback for a moment, and then he lowered his head and thought with some hesitation.

He knows who Nagasawa is.

Although he had never seen Nagasawa make a move, he had heard of it.

In his opinion, if Nagasawa really is hiding in the dark to escort, unless there are multiple captain-level powerhouses attacking, otherwise, no one will be able to hurt anyone under the protection of Nagasawa. Nothing to this group of children.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help hesitating, but he no longer responded firmly.

"If that's the case...it's not impossible."

Hearing this, Masa Nagasawa was overjoyed immediately, but soon, before he could say anything, Musashi Sarutobi continued to ask.

"However, what are you doing this for?"

"If it's just to improve their strength, I don't think you need to use such a radical method."

Speaking of this, Sarutobi Musashi seemed to have remembered something, after a slight pause in his tone, he asked tentatively.

"You... are you planning to use this simulation training to get rid of Ise's weakness of fear of war?"

Listening to Sarutobi Musashi's question, Nagasawa Masa did not immediately answer the other party.

As Sarutobi Musashi said, if it's just to improve the strength of the students, he doesn't need to do it at all.

He is not the kind of person who would bet on the lives of students in order to complete the task.

The reason why he suddenly wanted to take Nanao and three people to participate in joint simulation training was indeed largely because of Ise Nanao.

Although he himself was half-baked, he was sure the moment he saw Nanao holding the knife.

The future Ise Nanao who is afraid of holding a knife, afraid of being cut, and even a little afraid of fighting, has been like this since she was a child.

If he is still the one who punches in every day and dumps it to his secretary...to Byakuya Kuchiki's third seat in the sixth division, he can ignore it and continue on the track of history. .

But it is different now.

As a king with a strong mouth who once fought against Kyushu with one click, the attribute of "good teacher" seems to be engraved into his DNA.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but reply in a deep voice with that cotton-like voice again.

It's just that this time, his words were a little less showy and a little more sincere.

"I don't know what that child is carrying."

"If she really doesn't like fighting with a sword, then it's not a good job."

"The purpose of becoming stronger is not to be able to do something freely, but to give oneself the power to choose what not to do."

"I, I just want that child to be strong enough to face everything, even if he is holding a dreaded sharp blade, he won't have the slightest hesitation in his heart."

Faced with Nagasawa Masa's true feelings, Sarutobi Musashi remained silent.

Substitute Messenger...ah no.

Like-minded people will always attract each other.

After a moment of silence, Sarutobi Musashi no longer insisted, but nodded firmly as if looking at his comrades.

"I understand. Don't worry, leave it to me. After class, I will submit an application for joint simulation training to the college."

Hearing this, Nagasawa finally relaxed and thanked him with a smile on his face, "Then I'll leave it to Mr. Sarutobi."

With that said, Nagasawa Masaru left the training ground, and Sarutobi Musashi returned to teaching the art of cutting.

It's just that neither of them noticed that there was a wall separating them from the corner where they were whispering.

A little girl wearing glasses was squatting on the ground with her head buried between her knees.

Shrugging his shoulders and covering his mouth with his palms, it seemed that he was trying to suppress his sobbing.

Tears had already wetted the lenses of the glasses, and the breath coming out through the fingers made the lenses in front of her eyes blurry.

But even so, Ise Nanao still pursed her lips tightly to prevent herself from making any sound.

Just now, she refused Ditang Chunxin's answer to treat her wrist, and she planned to fetch some well water and apply a cold compress to her wrist to relieve the discomfort.

It turned out to be a coincidence, but I heard the conversation between Nagasawa Masa and Sarutobi Musashi.

Originally, she didn't intend to eavesdrop on the conversation between the two, after all, in her opinion, it was really rude.

But after hearing her and Luanju's names, her strong curiosity drove her to listen to the whole exchange between Nagasawa and Ya.

Although she was surprised by Nagasawa Ya's status as the third seat of the sixth team, what really made her cry was the last sentence Nagasawa Ya said.

It turned out that Mr. Nagasawa actually asked Sarutobi-sensei so "lowly" for her sake.

Tears welled up in Qixu who was so touched beyond measure in her heart.

...... cut......

PS. My daughter-in-law is a little uncomfortable today. She just took care of her and went to bed, so I wrote it a little late. If there is no accident, there should be another chapter in a while.

Chapter 1 Why was Aizen suddenly entangled?

"Quick, quick, there!"

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, you're stepping on my shoes!"

"Hey, who's taking off my pants!?"

"Eh? What are you looking at?"

Bright sunshine, leisurely afternoon, another day without ghost lessons.

Covering her face with the lesson plan, Masa Nagasawa, who was taking a nap on the roof with her legs up, was suddenly awakened by a loud noise.

A little displeased, she took off the lesson plan covering her face and put it aside, Nagasawa couldn't help frowning, and followed the prestige.

However, they found a large number of students wearing Zhenyang school uniforms, running quickly towards the Zhenyang gate in twos and threes.

The unusual behavior of the students made Nagasawa frown.

Did some important person come to Zhenyang to inspect?

Nagasawa Ya, who was thinking secretly in her heart, suddenly had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, as far as he could see, the group of Mao students who were crowded at the gate were very consciously divided into two rows along the two sides of the gate.

It looked like they were waiting in line to welcome someone.

And in the next second, a slender figure, dressed in a domineering outfit, with a logo symbolizing the vice-captain tied on his left arm, with short brown hair, wearing black-rimmed glasses, and a gentle smile on his face, appeared in front of him. out of his field of vision.

Grass is Aizen!

Almost the moment the other party appeared, Nagasawa recognized the other party's identity.

This is the disadvantage that he is always in the "out of battle" state.

He has been working very hard to study the reversal technique, but his talent is limited, and this is not something that can be done with a high affinity for Lingzi.

Because he was worried about the endless accumulation of injuries, he would not use Reiatsu lightly unless he had to.

Even if he was going to take a nap on the roof, he would build a ladder by himself and climb up slowly, for fear of falling himself.

This makes it difficult for him to catch someone with strong spiritual pressure when he appears near him.

In other words, his greatest weakness now is the damage from sneak attacks.

Putting these aside for the time being, Mr. Ya has been working very hard to improve his strength, and the most urgent task now is how to avoid meeting with Aizen.

Since the last time he crashed Aizen's house, he had been hiding from him for a while. He didn't expect that he would bump into Aizen even after he came to teach at Mao.

Immediately, the sleeping memory seemed to be awakened suddenly by something.

Masa Nagasawa suddenly realized that Aizen seems to be Mao's special calligraphy lecturer.

"Tooth white!"

Masa Nagasawa, who instinctively didn't want to have too much contact with the big boss Aizen, even planned to climb down the ladder, and even forgot that he could Shunpo.

However, unlike Zhan Wuscum, who was "not good at" using Reiatsu, Ren Aizen's Reiatsu was as precise as a radar, and he was spotted almost the moment he climbed the ladder.

"Huh? Isn't this Nagasawa Sanxi?"

"I heard that you were seconded to Mao to teach. I wondered if I would meet you today. I didn't expect such a coincidence."

I saw that Aizen didn't know when, but he had already come directly under his ladder, raised his head, and looked at him with a smile on his face.

Matt, how embarrassing.

Below, apart from Aizen, Mao's students who arrived after him had raised their heads like Aizen, looked at Masa Nagasawa on the ladder, and started talking in low voices.

"Did you hear that? Aizawa's vice-captain just now seems to be calling him Nagasawa Sanshi?"

"Three seats? Isn't he our Mao's teacher?"

"Yeah, I remember that he seems to be the ghost teacher of the special class of first-year students. It seems that the vice-captain Aizen seems to know him very well. Hey, shooting field, he is from your class, right?"

"Ah, I... long... Mr. Nagasawa is indeed our class's ghost teacher."

"Hey, it's impossible, right? If there are three seats, do you have to climb the ladder next floor?"

"It should be a high-ranking officer who was injured and retired from the front line. After all, I haven't seen him wearing a domineering outfit."

"Eh? Why are you all running over here?"

Listening to the students' discussion, the corners of Nagasawa's eyes twitched slightly, and she was a little stunned.

Moreover, he found that among the noisy students, there seemed to be a few students from his class mixed in.

He knew that it would be bad if he met Aizen.

It is estimated that his identity as the third seat cannot be concealed (Dragon King crooked his mouth).

From the mouths of this group of gossip students, it is estimated that this news will spread in Zhenyang in a very short period of time.

However, these are nothing to him now.

Because he was watched by hundreds of students climbing the wall, he felt even more embarrassed now.

At this moment, Masa Nagasawa seemed to suddenly remember that she would Shunpo, and appeared in front of Aizen in a flash.

"Crack!"

However, the moment he landed, an undetectable sound was transmitted to the ears of Aizen and Masa Nagasawa at the same time amidst the weird expressions on their faces.

It was Masa Nagasawa's foot, which was twisted.

Masa Nagasawa couldn't complain about this shit-like injury value. Before comprehending the reversal technique, he still had to cultivate his body strength as much as possible to match the absorption speed of spirit particles. OK.

But soon, he pretended to be ignorant and greeted Lan Ran in front of him like a normal person.

"Yeah, isn't this the vice-captain Aizen?"

"It's been a long time. You should be busy first. I still have classes, so I won't entertain you any more."

He really didn't want to have too much to do with Aizen.

To some extent, this is a more terrifying mad scientist than Nirvana Mayuri.

At this time, Aizen has already had full wings, and he doesn't want to be targeted by Aizen and become a test product for the other party.