Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

The fierce slash made Ru Yueming's expression freeze. She gripped the hilt of her sword tightly with both hands and countered with a move reminiscent of the reversed kasaya.

when!

The sounds of metal clashing echoed continuously in the empty training ground, the two sides' momentum neither yielding, cleverly maintaining a state of even balance.

I do not know how long it has been.

"No fight, no fight."

Ru Yueming, adopting a more relaxed stance, waved his hand and said, "It's time for lunch."

Compared to cultivation, eating rice is more of a concern.

Aizen reluctantly put down his bamboo sword and glanced at the clock in the dojo; it was just the opening time for the Shinigami cafeteria.

He doesn't understand.

Why is this guy so punctual in this regard? Has his stomach evolved to function as a clock?

Just then, a figure appeared in the dojo.

He looked haggard, with an unnatural flush on his pale face.

"Your application for early graduation has been approved."

Feng Run also entered the training ground, took out a paper certificate and showed it to them:

"As long as you pass the assessment, you can graduate smoothly from the Spirit Arts Academy."

As Yueming's eyes lit up, he abruptly stopped in his tracks on his way to the Shin'o Cafeteria.

"So fast! Teacher Feng, your efficiency has greatly improved!"

Feng Run let out a long breath, as if a heavy burden had been lifted. His bloodshot eyes fixed on Ru Yueming, he said earnestly:

"To get you out of here as soon as possible, I haven't slept for three days straight."

Ru Yueming's old face fell.

Ever since Teacher Xiaoxiao bought the amulet in front of him last time, Teacher Feng has stopped pretending and has used every means possible to get rid of him ahead of time.

"The exam content is also very simple. In addition to basic sword and fist techniques, as well as practical combat assessment, there is also an internship in the basic duties of a Grim Reaper."

Hearing this, Ru Yueming glanced sideways and subconsciously asked:

"What are the basic job duties?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Run felt a rush of blood to his head, and almost fainted from the shock.

So you studied at the Spirit Arts Academy for half a year, and you don't even know what the most basic job of a Grim Reaper is?

If word gets out, will the Spirit Arts Academy still be able to operate?!

"Soul Burial and Purification."

Aizen looked at Junya with pity; it was truly remarkable that he had survived until now, having been stuck with such a student.

His gaze shifted, and he explained slowly:

"The former is to transfer the whole spirit to Soul Society, while the latter is to transfer the Hollow to Soul Society."

"For internships, we might have to go to the real world to complete them."

Feng Run, who was standing next to him, nodded in satisfaction. This was what a good student should look like.

"Wait, did you just say 'we'?"

Asuka Akira keenly grasped the key point.

Feng Run, who was standing nearby, chimed in to explain, "Don't you know?"

"Aizen applied for early graduation assessment earlier than you because he got full marks in all his theoretical courses, so the review was quick."

"It just so happens that Liu Huisheng will be going to the mortal world for a soul burial internship in a week. You can all come with him."

"Don't worry, I've already taken care of things for you, teacher."

Feng Run, seemingly eager to see Ru Yueming off, spoke without any hesitation:

"We'll just have to go through the formalities when the time comes."

What he was least worried about was the "Chopping Fist, Walking Ghost" challenge and the practical combat assessment.

Just based on Yueming's usual strength, there are few teachers in the entire Spirit Arts Academy who can beat him.

If this still doesn't pass the assessment, then it's really going too far.

After waving goodbye to Ms. Feng, who had regained her hope for life, Ruyueming turned back to look at Aizen, who had an innocent and gentle appearance. Just as she was about to ask him a question, he interrupted her.

"Like you, the current Spiritual Arts Academy can no longer teach me."

"Instead of wasting time here, I should graduate early and choose a suitable squad to join."

Just like with Kisaragi Akira before, Aizen's eyes were now full of sincerity, not at all like someone who was lying...

Chapter 87 The Tragic Thick Barrier Between People

Kisaragi Akira tentatively believed Aizen's explanation.

However, since they have already applied for graduation, they might as well leave the Spirit Arts Academy together. When they join Team Thirteen, they can look out for each other.

Coincidentally, in his plans for the future, Aizen was undoubtedly the best candidate to promote the shrine's faith.

Putting everything else aside, his eloquence alone, enough to make the dead sound alive, is enough to fool 99% of idiots.

For the next few days, Ru Yueming maintained a fixed routine.

Zhenyang Canteen, Zhenyang Dojo.

Because graduation was imminent, the Spirit Arts Academy specially set aside a vacant training ground for Ruyueming to cultivate and consolidate her skills.

This peaceful life continued until the day of the soul burial internship.

The Academy of Spiritual Arts.

A dedicated training ground.

Dozens of figures stood in a straight line, their eyes fixed on the teacher leading the group at the front.

Among this group of sixth-generation students, Ruyueming and Aizen, two first-generation students, seemed out of place.

However, none of the people present dared to show any disdain, or even glance at them.

As early as when Akira defeated Matsushita Takeo, one of the elites of the Six Generations, he had already become a famous figure in the Spirit Arts Academy.

As an academy that has been established for nearly two thousand years, it is naturally not lacking in the emergence of geniuses.

However, people like Ru Yueming are still extremely rare.

He completely overwhelmed the equally talented elite six-times-resurrection student with his bare hands, defeated multiple teachers head-on, and perfectly completed a mission that only a formal Shinigami could carry out...

The brilliance of his six months at the academy has far surpassed that of the other six students.

Just as everyone was reflecting on the situation with mixed feelings,

The teacher in charge coughed lightly, attracting everyone's attention. After explaining some points to note, the students were divided into teams.

Akira and Aizen were not assigned to the same team.

Perhaps due to Feng Run's influence, the two teammates assigned to Ru Yueming were the first and second place finishers in this sixth round of competition.

Matsushita Takeo, Takeshita Saiori.

"Long time no see, big guy!"

Ru Yueming greeted him in a very friendly manner.

"Okay, it's been a long time, Kisaragi-san."

Compared to his arrogance at their first meeting, Matsushita Takeo now appeared timid and submissive, a stark contrast to his imposing appearance.

As for Takeshita Saiori's performance, it wasn't much better.

The two chuckled simultaneously, looking ingratiating.

"It's boring."

Without witnessing the classic scene of fortunes changing every thirty years, Ru Yueming felt a sense of boredom.

"Dissolve the ingot!"

The teacher leading the group drew his Zanpakuto, pointed the hilt at the huge gate in front of him, and made a cracking sound as they collided.

Bathed in brilliant white light, the ancient gate slowly opened behind us.

"Grab your Hell Butterflies and let's go!"

At a command, the students filed in and stepped through the gate to the mortal world.

…………

The crescent moon is like a hook.

In the darkness beyond the reach of real humans, a group of people send the souls of the dead to the Soul Society.

The first thing Matsushita Takeo did upon finding the soul was to notify Kisaragi Akira and have her perform the soul burial first. His ingratiating expression made him seem unfamiliar to many.

Like the bright moon, I sigh.

Perhaps this is the sad, thick barrier between people.

Only someone like Aizen wouldn't care about changes in status and power.

"Thank you very much, Matsushita-kun."

Asuka Akira thanked him, then drew his Zanpakuto, held it in a reverse grip, and pressed the end of the hilt against the soul's forehead.

The moment the "Death Lord" mark appeared, the soul shattered instantly, turning into countless points of light, which finally coalesced into a black butterfly resembling a hell butterfly, flying towards the Soul Society amidst the light.

"Rest in peace, soul, wandering in this world is not your home."

Akira made a gesture of clasping his hands together, saying, "Please go to the Soul Society and embrace your new life."

The light faded, and the entire soul was buried.