The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

"Thank you for your help."

Lord put on a gentle smile and said: "I hope you will do your best to continue to cultivate the next generation of talents for Soul Society."

"The Spirit King doesn't need to be like this."

The ten old men with gray beards all stroked their beards and said with long smiles: "It is our lifelong wish to cultivate the next generation of talents for Soul Society."

These people have had false memories fabricated by the system, so they will not have any doubts about him and his own life experience.

Although they are provided with tools, they are not emotionless pieces of wood.

In their memories, they were old Shinigami who retired with honor after devoting their lives to Soul Society. Finally, they came to this newly built Shino Spiritual Arts Academy to continue to exert their remaining enthusiasm for Soul Society.

People say that having an elder in the family is like having a treasure.

Now there are ten "treasures" in total, and all of them are experienced, and are proficient in the four basic professional teachings of slashing, fisting and moving ghosts.

Although they cannot participate in battles, they are indispensable and important existences for the newly established Soul Society!

It is these ten old Shinigami who hold up the Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy!

"Master Dean."

The eldest man among them walked out of the crowd, bowed to Lord, and said confidently: "We are all ready. I wonder when we can officially start recruiting students?"

"In the next few days."

Lord thought for a while and then said: "Can you please come up with the specific regulations? Then we can open the west gate and recruit students in Rukongai."

"I will obey the order of the Spirit King!"

The old men bowed their heads, then turned around and walked into the college to prepare the specific regulations for enrollment.

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A few days later.

A shocking news spread throughout the four major Rukong neighborhoods.

Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy is recruiting students!

All souls can go to the four outer gates of the Seireitei in Rukongai to participate in the enrollment of the Shino Spiritual Academy. Once they pass the test, they can enter the school. After graduation, they can directly enter the Gotei 13th Division and become a member of the Seireitei.

The god of death!

Ever since this news spread to Rukongai, all the souls exiled here have gone crazy.

After they were extradited to Soul Society, they got some vague information. For example, this is Soul Society, the world where the souls of all people live after death, and inside the white wall is where the gods of death gather!

Now when I heard that the Shino Spiritual Arts Academy established by the Seireitei was about to recruit students, and it was said that if they passed the exam, they might become the God of Death, all the souls couldn't sit still, and all the souls from each district immediately went to the main gate of the Seireitei.

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Seireitei, East Gate.

The giant white murderous stone door slowly rose, and under the nervous gazes of all the souls, an old man in white with a gray beard and a bright head walked out of it slowly.

"Is that the God of Death?"

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

After all, the old man who came out looked frail, which was far from the God of Death they imagined.

There are many people who have this question. In their eyes, the God of Death should look like the one who exudes a sinister aura and goes around harvesting human lives with a sickle.

Is this person...really the God of Death?

Although souls all live in Rukongai, not many of them have actually seen the Shinigami.

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

These people have never seen the God of Death and have no relevant knowledge, so it is reasonable to have such unrealistic ideas.

"I am the god of death in charge of recruiting students this time, the Aoyama clan."

Aoyama's eyelids were half drooped, as if he hadn't woken up, and he said calmly: "Everyone will line up in order and take the test here. Anyone who passes can follow me into the Seireitei."

Although his voice was not loud, in such a noisy environment, it reached everyone's ears very clearly.

The crowd, which was still noisy at first, became quiet in an instant, and lined up in order as the old man said.

"Not bad, he still has some brains."

Qingshan clan nodded slightly, these wandering souls were quite sensible, so it was unnecessary for him to take action.

Next, Mr. Qingshan briefly explained the rules.

The enrollment process of Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy is very simple. You only need to step forward, put your hand on a special instrument, and then judge whether your spiritual power level meets the admission standards based on the number floating on the instrument.

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

Don’t think that the tenth level of 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 assessment level.

Tenth level reiatsu is only the most basic requirement for admission.

For example, most of the Shinigami in Soul Society are people with mediocre qualifications, and they can only improve their spiritual pressure by one or two levels after working hard throughout their lives.

On the other hand, look at those geniuses.

For example, Hitsugaya Toshiro, who had already established contact with the Zanpakutō before taking part in the test at the Mao Spiritual Arts Institute, and whose spiritual pressure was close to that of the Chief, later became the youngest Shinigami in the history of Soul Society.

team leader.

This is the difference!

There is an insurmountable chasm between genius and mediocrity. No matter how hard you try, you can never cross this barrier.

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

The test officially begins.

People came over one after another and put their palms on the instrument.

"Unqualified, next one."

"Unqualified, next one."

"Unqualified, next one..."

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

One after another in the crowd, people came full of hope, but had to return disappointed. The selection mechanism is so cruel!

Even with the tenth level of spiritual pressure, which has the lowest requirements, only one person with the qualifications to become a Shinigami is rare.

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

After all, the concentration of souls in Rukongai is too low now. Due to the limitations of the natural ecological environment, it is quite difficult to give birth to souls with high qualifications.

As the sun sets, enrollment continues.

The number of people who barely passed the test was less than a hundred, but the number of people who were eliminated has exceeded 10,000.

"Next......"

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

"Hahaha... It's finally time for me." A rather burly black man stepped forward with a confident face, and then slapped his palm on the instrument.

Di.

The instrument vibrated slightly, but the numbers did not float.

There is no number, which means that the spiritual pressure is too weak to be included in the evaluation level!

Qingshan glanced at the instrument and waved his hand expressionlessly: "Unqualified, next one."

"What? Unqualified?"

The black man's full expectations were dashed by one sentence. He instantly became angry and roared: "I don't believe it! This is impossible! My body is so strong, why don't you let me pass?!"

Mr. Qingshan rolled his eyes, too lazy to pay attention to such a self-righteous idiot, and waved to the people behind him: "Next, don't waste your time."

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

A burst of laughter broke out in the crowd, making the black man's face turn blue and purple.

He was so confident before coming here, thinking that with his strong physical fitness, he must be the strongest among this group of people. Isn't it easy to pass the test and become a god of death?

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

"It's impossible... I'm obviously so powerful..." The black man felt sorry for himself and seemed a little unconvinced in his eyes.

"Please let me..."

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