Death: This Death is not serious

The entrance test was over very quickly. Less than ten students passed the test this time. The total number of students in the four major districts of Rukongai, southeast, northwest and northeast was estimated to be less than fifty.

Under the guidance of the teachers, the students who passed the test in the east district crossed most of the Soul Rei Tei and came to the White Gate in the west.

The sight was a huge and simple building, which had the architectural style of an ancient private school in the modern world.

In the martial arts hall, a huge plaque was hung on the gray and white wall, and the plaque outlined the word "Yuan" in a flamboyant style.

The predecessor of the Shin'o Spiritual Academy was the "Yuanzijuku" of the "Yuanliu" school. The founder was the famous captain of the Gotei 13, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, who was also the first dean of the Shin'o Spiritual Academy.

I don't know if this dean is Yamamoto's little fanboy. His shiny bald head made Shingetsu unable to open his eyes under the light.

The bald dean sat in the main seat, looking old-fashioned and full of energy, saying:

"Welcome to the Maou Academy. I hope you can learn how to become an excellent Shinigami in the next six years of study."

While speaking, he looked at the three people, Mayu, Rangiku and Gin, in the audience.

These three are geniuses. If nothing unexpected happens, they will stand out in the fiercely competitive Gotei 13 in the future.

Mayu glanced at the stage. There were not only ragged Rukongai students in the hall, but also students from the Soul Rei Tei with good conditions.

He also saw a familiar face.

Aizen Sosuke, the vice-captain of the 5th Division, is also a special calligraphy instructor at the Maou Academy.

It is said that every class of his is overcrowded, and some students even stand in the corridor to listen to Aizen's lectures.

His short brown hair gathered into bangs in front of his forehead, matched with a loose-fitting death suit, and lined with the white uniform of the Maou Spiritual Academy, he looked gentle and elegant.

It was just different from the impression in the anime. Aizen was not old at this time, and he looked more immature and less calm, but he had already begun to show the charm of a villain.

As for Kuchiki Sojun next to him... well, he had a girlish softness.

He sat there weakly and upright, and his slender body made people afraid that a breeze would blow him down, but his noble temperament could still be seen.

Although he was only a few hundred years old, he gave people a "weakness" that only an old man of nearly two thousand years old would have, and his body was a little weak.

They are all enviable guys...

Satsuki felt a little emotional.

Kuchiki Sojun was okay. Although he was the legitimate son of the Kuchiki family, one of the four nobles, and had the innate talent of the Kuchiki family, he was weak and not suitable for fighting.

Aizen is a true "genius", a genius like a monster.

His talent is so high that he feels lonely because no one can compare with him, and so high that he longs to be an ordinary god of death in his heart.

This talent is really too much.

Even Mayu can't help but feel envious.

He has finally cultivated to the sixteenth level of spiritual power from the bottom, and Aizen has already started thinking about breaking the limit of the god of death, which means that he should be the first level of spiritual power at this time.

Not to mention that he will really succeed in breaking the limit of the god of death in the future, surpassing Yamamoto, the strongest god of death, and reaching a higher level of life.

It's really enviable.

However, it is obvious that Aizen at this time is still quite young, with a kind of pride and innocence unique to young people.

He hides these pride and innocence very deeply, but in the process of getting along with Mayu, he will inadvertently reveal them.

Feeling Mayu's gaze, Aizen maintained his signature gentle smile and winked playfully.

"Satsuki, we will live here in the future. It looks pretty good!"

Rangiku took the student uniform handed out by the teacher, spread out the clothes and touched them.

This is a fabric that cannot be seen in Rukongai. The best clothes in Rukongai are not even in this uniform that every student has.

She laughed happily.

Why do the souls in Rukongai want to enter the Maou Academy? Is it to become a Shinigami and serve the nobles?

Of course not, it is nothing more than to seek a better life... a better way out.

Even if you can't be a noble, being an ordinary Shinigami is also superior in the Soul Society, and the living conditions are far better than Rukongai.

Apart from other things, the rich spirit particles in this atmosphere are completely incomparable to Rukongai.

Except for a psychopath who likes to endure hardships, who would complain that their life is good?

Besides, with a good environment and professional guidance from the Maou Academy, training can be more efficient.

"Aizen did not lie to me..."

Satsuki muttered to himself.

"Are you satisfied with this?"

He turned his head and laughed heartily:

"This is not enough, it needs to be better."

His current goal is simple - to participate in the Collapse Jade Experiment temporarilyIf it is impossible, then get a good ranking in the graduation exam of the Maou Academy, and it would be best if you can become a chief officer directly, first upgrade your class and enjoy a good life.

Don't be the boss of Rukongai anymore, you have become a samurai class, what's the point of being a gangster.

The scumbags dare not do what the god of death says?

As for the work of providing services to the noble ladies...

He thinks there is no need to give up.

"Next, the teachers of each class will bring their students to the classroom."

The bald dean spoke loudly.

The martial arts room was silent in an instant, and the teachers sitting in the front row stood up one after another, holding the list in their hands, and led the students to the classroom.

After arriving in the classroom, the teacher stood on the podium and explained to the students the learning content for the next six years.

In this timeline, the Maou Academy has been perfected in all aspects, and the god of death training model is basically mature.

The most basic learning content is to train "cutting fists and walking ghosts" and knowledge of soul burial.

"Cut" means kendo, the technique of the god of death using a knife to attack the enemy.

"Fist" is a technique for the Shinigami to attack the enemy with bare hands.

"Walk" is a technique for the Shinigami to move their bodies quickly and instantly.

"Ghost" is a technique for the Shinigami to transform their spiritual power into various forms for attack.

"Soul Burial" refers to the ritual of the Shinigami sending the souls of the dead to the Soul Society, which is also the basic work of the Shinigami.

Mayu was determined to study hard. Although "Fist-to-Walk Ghost" is the basis of learning in the academy, it is very important for the improvement of the Shinigami's strength.

It is not enough to have spiritual pressure alone. Only when various abilities are well trained can one become a real strong man.

In a quarter of an hour, Kuchiki Sojun introduced the basic situation of the academy and the content of study to the students.

After most of the students dispersed, Mayu and the other two got up and left after chatting and went to the cafeteria.

The nobles in the Soul Society are not short of money, so Mayu, who is inferior to the noble ladies and wives and sacrifices himself for money, can barely be considered a small rich man.

Mayu quickly selected a luxurious set meal for the three of them and filled a long table.

Matsumoto Rangiku showed her generosity, and her cheeks were soon filled with food, puffing up like dumplings.

In comparison, Ichimaru Gin was a little shy. He only picked up his chopsticks when Mayu and Rangiku started eating, but his mouth movements were not slow at all.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" Kuchiki Sojun walked to the seats of the three. He looked at his students who were eating voraciously with gentle eyes, and couldn't help but sigh.