But what did Slime do wrong?

The fact that Limuru arrogantly tried to summon his own Zanpakutō on the first day of receiving the Asahiba, and failed unexpectedly and reasonably... Not many people know about it.

After all, this was a summoning ceremony that took place in private and had never been performed in public, and the teacher Mao who came here was not someone who liked to go out and gossip around.So this matter settled down like this.

This kind teacher even went back to comfort Limuru, it doesn’t matter if he didn’t summon it, it’s better to say that it’s normal if he can’t summon it... because it’s almost a shortcut to reach the sky in one step, and since it’s a shortcut, then Naturally, it is not so easy to achieve.

Limulu tidied up her mentality, and went to the corresponding classroom with the shallow pad hanging on her waist.

He couldn't think of a reason why the world consciousness deceived himself on this matter. If he didn't want him to bring Shire back in such a way, then it would be fine not to tell him this information from the beginning.

So Limuru is more inclined... The information given by the world consciousness is not wrong, but for some reason, Charles has no way to respond to his call.

Then, in this way, there is no doubt that more attention should be paid to studying in Mao.

In the same classroom, besides Limuru, there are many other rookies who have just entered school.

However, maybe it was because Limuru's reputation was too sensational and thunderous when he entered school, so they just looked at Limulu from a distance, but no one really came forward to talk to Limuru.

If Limuru is really an immature young man like his appearance, seeing this situation will inevitably break the defense.But as a demon king who is already far from the vast majority of existence in this world in terms of state of mind and strength, Limuru doesn't care too much about it.

Today's class is about ghosts.

By chanting the corresponding words and spirits, the spiritual power in the body is mobilized, so as to launch different magical attacks.Limulu parted one ear to listen to the teacher's lecture, but he was thinking in his heart, this unexpectedly reminded him of Gojo Satoru who had met so few times for no reason.

This way of unfolding through spells...is so similar to spells.

Perhaps this is just Rimuru's own paranoia, but one thing he has to admit is that since he knew half of the world is true and half is false, he can't help but think about things when he sees many things.

For example... true and false, false and true and so on.

"...Then, the most basic theory and method of use have been told to you. Next, let's try to use Ghost Dao. Let's start from the lowest level."

The teacher ended today's lesson with this sentence.

Limuru, who has been wandering in the sky all the time: oh well.

He didn't pay much attention to the class... But it seems that today's introductory class is like this, successfully releasing and using Ghost Dao.

Limuru slowly opened the textbook in front of her, and began to quickly scan the text on it at a glance, and then probably had a charter in her heart.

Perhaps the earliest ghost way was not so convenient and fast when it was used. Every word uttered needs to be carefully considered and arranged for the operation of spiritual power... But after thousands of years of improvement and Evolution has now become a technique that can be used to exert its power well as long as the mantra is recited correctly and there is enough spiritual support.

Of course, it seems that it is so simple and convenient to say.

But in fact, if you really want to operate it, it is not as easy as it is said.

This, too, is something that requires a lot of talent.

"The fourth broken way...Bai Lei."

Limuru glanced at the text on the textbook, and read it out with some hesitation.

The power that was originally flowing smoothly in the body began to surge, like throwing a piece of sodium into a basin of water, and instantly started a chemical reaction that was so violent that it was difficult to ignore it easily.

Those powers piled up like life, rushed to Limulu's fingertips, and then released in another form.

The bright white thunder was reflected in everyone's eyes, and with a loud bang, the table in front of them was split apart and fell to the ground, all of which were large and small fragments and sawdust. .

"..."

In the death-like silence, Limulu scratched her cheek, showing an awkward yet polite smile: "Uh, that, how should this be counted?"

The teacher in charge of teaching the way of ghosts has a complicated look on his face.

Of course he didn't miss the mantra that Limulu just recited...it was just the most common one, a white thunder.

However, it was just a broken way, but in the opponent's hands, it displayed such a terrifying power.

This teacher couldn't help but smile wryly, thinking, is this a genius?Even if it's just on this kind of thing, it can bring such... an insurmountable gap, and people can't help but despair because of the gap between them.

That is the gap between mortals and gods.

Even among the incumbent death gods who are serving in the fan team, it is rare to think that anyone can compare with the boy in front of him.

The teacher thought with some emotion in his heart.

Of course, Mao didn't just have this classroom and dozens of students.The noise caused by that bolt of white thunder was really loud, so that other eyes in the school also cast their eyes towards this side.

After a while, someone knocked on the door of this classroom.

"Ayase, what happened?"

The Grim Reaper surnamed Ayase sighed, went to open the teachers, and showed a weak smile to the colleagues who rushed over: "It's nothing, just a little accident."

After everyone else left, he turned around and his eyes fell on Limulu, which was very complicated, as if he was struggling and evaluating something.

"Ms. Ayase?"

Seeing that he was just looking at her, Limulu couldn't help but yelled without making a sound for a long time.

"Well."

Only then did the god of death recover from his many thoughts.His fingers moved, as if he had made up his mind, he waved to Limuru.

"?"

The young man approached without any defense, his eyes were full of confusion, he didn't know what the other party was planning to do.

"With your aptitude, studying in school is a waste—a waste of your ability, a waste of your time, and a waste of talent."

"The stage you should be standing on has never been here."

"Huh?" Limulu blinked, "So, what do you mean?"

"I will write a recommendation letter for you. You don't have to stay in school to study, but go directly to the team to follow the internship...Those courses are not difficult for you. I heard that no matter whether you are in Shunpo You have performed extremely well in the courses, and in the kendo courses."

"Although it is said that if you haven't found your own Zanpakuto, you can't be considered a real god of death, but..."

He looked again at the table that had been shattered by the white thunder, and the wall behind it that had also been attacked and left a lot of marks, the corners of his eyes twitched.

"I think that if you have such a level of ghosts, even if you don't have Zanpakuto for the time being, it won't be too much of a hindrance."

He muttered.

"Anyway, I don't really need you to go out to work, but to help with errands and chores. It shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Limulu has a different opinion: "But teacher, I still want to continue my studies."

"I want to find my Zanpakuto."

Although Limulu also shoulders the task of finding out what is abnormal in the world that exists in the mirror, but that can be put aside for the time being.Nothing is more important than Shire's arrival, at least in Limulu's heart, there is such a priority.

Ayase then looked at Rimuru, a little surprised and unbelievable.

After all, in Ayase's cognition, the ultimate goal of every student who enters Mao is to successfully join the Gotei [-]th Division and become a Shinigami.It is like a carp jumping over the dragon's gate, it is an extremely important move in one's life.

But right now, facing the opportunity he offered, although it can't be said to be an opportunity to reach the sky in one step, it can be regarded as an important enough opportunity, but Limulu refused without thinking.

How could this not surprise Ayase.

"Don't you want to be a god of death?"

Ayase couldn't help but ask.

"Well……"

Rimuru scratched her cheek with her fingers, showing an awkward yet polite smile.

To be honest, it doesn't really matter if it's right or wrong.

"Forget it... up to you."

Since the other party is unwilling to accept this kindness, Ayase will let it go, after all, it was just a momentary talent.

Limulu bowed: "I appreciate your kindness, thank you for your consideration!"

Looking at his face, it is really hard to get angry.Ayase pressed her temple, and finally let out a helpless sigh: "Go back to your seat and continue the class."

This matter seems to have been uncovered quietly like this... At least on the surface, it seems that there is nothing wrong with it.

A few months passed by, and one afternoon in late autumn, Limulu was stopped by someone on his way back to the dormitory after school.

It was a young man with a dangerous aura, with short silver hair and squinted eyes.Although he was smiling on his face, it made people feel dangerous for no reason.

The young man asked unhurriedly: "Mao is a first-year student, Rimuru, right?"

"I'm the captain of the third division, Ichimaru Gin."