The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

Soul Society, Seireitei.

The blue sky is cloudless, as clear and transparent as a flawless piece of jasper. The warm breeze brings warmth and blows away a few thin wisps of clouds. The whole world is immersed in the dreamlike beauty.

middle.

After several transformations, Soul Society today is no longer what it used to be.

With the efforts of the two directors of the Technology Development Bureau, namely Urahara Kisuke and Nieinemu, they successfully created the murderous stone, and also built a real wall, as well as the four Seireimon gates in the east, west, south, and west, and dispatched four

Guarded by giant giants.

In addition, there are many buildings in Seireitei, as well as the team buildings of the Gotei 13th Team.

After a period of deliberation, a total of nearly a thousand Shinigami were created in the team building. They were divided into tasks according to the responsibilities of their respective teams. They were dispatched to various places around the world through stable boundaries, making the originally empty and clean Seireitei suddenly become

It has to be lively.

As wandering souls from this world are continuously introduced, Soul Society becomes more and more prosperous.

Countless souls waiting for death are scattered in various areas of Rukongai with Seireitei as the center and radiating out in all directions according to the severity of the crimes they committed during their lifetimes. The more serious the crime, the further away they are from Seireitei.

But today is a very special day.

Almost most of the souls that were originally scattered in various areas gathered in front of the Seirei Gate.

Here there is no distinction between race, no distinction between high and low, all souls are treated equally, and there are no longer any barriers in life. They gather together and talk quietly, just like a scene in heaven on earth.

A middle-aged bald man squeezed into the crowd, curiously pricking up his ears to listen carefully to what they were saying.

"It's almost noon, why haven't you come out yet?" A muscular white man looked anxious, staring at the gate nervously, rubbing his hands uneasily, as if waiting for something.

"It's coming, it's coming, don't be so anxious, be patient." The black companion next to him advised: "No matter how anxious you are, it's useless. When you come out, doesn't it depend on other people's faces?"

The middle-aged bald man approached curiously and interrupted the conversation between the two: "Hello, my name is Phil Coulson. I have just come to Soul Society not long ago. What is the matter with you gathering here?

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The bald man was Colson, who was personally brought to Soul Society by Lord. Since he was taking the 'back door', he was assigned to the area closest to the Seireitei.

At first, Coulson was a little uncomfortable and couldn't accept the fact that he was dead.

But after he saw the majestic and huge white wall, and with the advice and help of the kind souls around him, he gradually accepted and got used to it after living for a few days, and planned to wait for his death in peace and contentment.

Seeing so many people gathered outside the Seirei Gate at this time, Agent Coulson naturally couldn't sit still, so he ran out to gather information.

"I am Powell and he is Grad." The black man has a very forthright personality and did not exclude Colson. After introducing himself and his friends, he said: "Today is the admission day of the Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy. We are waiting for the academy.

People come here.”

"Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy?" Colson was confused.

"It's the academy responsible for training Shinigami. As long as you can pass the test and join the Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy, you will have the opportunity to become a Shinigami in the future. Then you don't have to stay in this shabby place and live inside that white wall!"

Powell explained patiently.

Coulson was shocked when he heard this and his eyes widened: "Academy for training the God of Death?!"

"Yes, if you want to leave Rukongai and enter the Seireitei with its white walls, there is only one way." Powell licked his lips, eyes showing excitement, and said: "My uncle's nephew's

My neighbor passed the test last year, became a student of Zhenou Spiritual Arts Institute, and lived in Seireitei."

"Powell, stop chatting, look over there, the Seirei Gate is open!" Grade shouted excitedly, waving to his companions to look.

In an instant, the originally noisy crowd fell silent at the same time.

Everyone stretched their necks hard and focused their eager eyes on the Seirei Gate that slowly opened.

Coulson was no exception. He suppressed the surprise in his heart and tried to see through the gaps between the crowds to see a bit of the scene behind Seireimon. It was an environment completely different from Rukongai.

The rolling hills and the roads paved with green grass, the buildings on the streets are neat and orderly, the light-colored walls and roof tiles are paved together, and several huge raised palaces can be seen in the distance.

Compared to Rukongai outside, it's like a refugee slum.

Now, Coulson finally understood why these people were trying so hard to get to Seireitei.

Seireitei is like New York, and Rukongai is like Mexico.

The two are similar in that they both have a high wall, but the difference is that it is the Americans whose status has changed now.

I don’t know if there are any Mexicans here. If there are, they may laugh loudly at the Americans. They have always been aloof and superior, but now they are reduced to being ignored by the high wall.

There was a touch of bitterness on the corner of Colson's lips, and he shook his head with a little self-deprecation, and sighed softly: "I didn't expect that one day, the people blocked by the high wall would become us. It turns out that even in hell, there are still people.

High and low."

"Here they come, they're coming!"

"I saw it. They are students from the Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy. They are the ones leading the team this time!"

Three men, two men and one woman, wearing white plain clothes, walked out of the Seirei Gate together, causing a commotion among the crowd.

Experienced people have already lined up. After suffering the last loss, no one dares to underestimate these people anymore, even if they are not the God of Death yet, they are just students preparing to become the God of Death.

Coulson's eyesight was particularly sharp and he noticed the difference right away.

Although the three people wore the same clothes and were all students of Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy, the two men deliberately trailed half a step behind the girl when walking, and their behavior and demeanor seemed to be very respectful to the young girl.

Moreover, the girl also had a genuine samurai sword on her waist.

Coulson, who had come into close contact with Lord several times, recognized almost immediately that the weapon on the girl's waist was a Zanpakutō.

The Zanpakutō is equivalent to the symbol of every Shinigami, and this sword undoubtedly explains from the side why the girl's status is so high.

She is a god of death!

Some people had participated in the last recruitment, so they already recognized this girl.

She is the old man of the Aoyama clan, who personally accepted the genius as his student, and her spiritual pressure level test was an astonishing sixth level!

"Sister Chen, do you want to start now?"

A white male student took a step closer, lowered his head and asked cautiously.

"Well~ let's get started."

Chen nodded slightly, put one hand gently on his waist, and said softly: "Thank you, two juniors. If there is a riot, I will be responsible for suppressing it."

The two male students never took their eyes off the knife, with a hint of envy flashing in their eyes from time to time. Finally, they reluctantly withdrew their eyes, turned to face the dark crowd, and said loudly: "Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy is recruiting students for the second time. Now,

It officially begins!”

The admissions test is very fast and people are eliminated even faster.

Everyone only needs to come close and put their hands on the crystal ball, and then two students will judge whether the person's spiritual pressure is qualified through the degree of light.

Soon it was Colson's turn in the team. Among the more than a hundred people before this, only three or four people were qualified.

Full of anxiety, Colson walked to the crystal ball, pressed his hand on it, and waited for his verdict.

The light emitted by the crystal ball is not large, but it is enough to illuminate the extreme faces of the people around it.

"Eighth level spiritual pressure, qualified."

The male student raised his head and showed a smile: "Welcome, you can join the Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy."