Bleach: The Captain of the Fifth Division Becomes Stronger Through Training.

Chapter 2 002: A Wild Dog

A good night's sleep!
Arima Shizuya was lucky enough as the dormitory he was assigned to was quite remote.

Because I don't get along with nobles, most of the time I don't have to think about my status or anything else, and I can be as casual as I want.

In addition, her two roommates are not in the same class as her, so Arima Jing can completely "act at different times" from these people.

Although she doesn't like being alone, at least for Arima Shizuka at this stage, it is still important to study hard.

After all, after graduation, there won’t be such a convenient environment to ask for advice.

Commoners should act like commoners and make the best use of the money from the academy!
Considering that it was the first day of classes and the school had not yet had time to teach anything intensive, this was naturally good news for Arima Shizuya.

After all, apart from kendo, Arima Shizuka is illiterate in the other three "compulsory courses".

Regarding this situation, we can only say that others may be here to gain experience or something, but it is different for Arima Jing.

He really came here to study.

"Baida refers to the technique of close combat. As one of the four basic skills, I believe you all know its importance..."

"Flash Step is a skill that allows you to move your body very quickly, so that the opponent cannot see you, and you can move to the opponent's side or even further away..."

"Ghost Way..."

At the end of the day, although I didn't recognize any of the teachers who came on stage, including Ma Jing, I still filled a whole notebook with notes.

The ability to gain attribute points by being guided played a big role at this moment.

[You were introduced to the relevant content of Bai Da, Bai Da +2]

[You were introduced to the content related to flash step...]

All attributes except Kendo +2!

Arima Shizuka also looked happily at the three major series with gratifying increases, feeling a kind of joy as if she had a good harvest in her heart.

Don't say it, really don't say it.

This is really the right school to come to. If she hadn't been able to get into the Maou Spiritual Academy, Arima Shizuka would never have been able to access these things in the Kusaka District.

After a day of study, Arima Jing can be said to have gained a lot.

It seemed that Aizen was out for something today, so he was temporarily replaced by a middle-aged man with a serious expression.

This made most people in the class start to sigh and complain, which made the guy on the stage very confused - am I so annoying?
"Then today's classes will end here. Starting from tomorrow, we will arrange the classes according to two departments per day, and there will be regular exams afterwards. Please..."

The long list of contents is enough to show that the learning burden is not small, and some people in the class have already started to complain.

After all, not everyone can learn these things easily.

Considering the difficulty of the assessment and study, I couldn't get into the rankings, so in the end I could only work in some unimportant positions...

Wow, the future is bleak!

In comparison, Arima Jing had no such worries. After all, he had no time to be sad about the passing of time, and the right thing to do was to exercise as soon as possible.

The boy happily left the classroom and walked to the kendo field.

I just didn’t expect that this damn place would be so lively today - it’s already ten o’clock, damn, aren’t you guys sleeping?
I asked the guard about it, and he picked his earwax with disdain and muttered to himself.

"What else can we do? A noble lord suddenly wants to practice swordplay, and all those lackey-like followers come over. Isn't this going to be fun?"

It turned out to be the case.

Noble...

Arima Shizuka also sighed with emotion.

In this regard, even without having lived as a refugee for more than 20 years, Arima Shizuka could still feel to some extent the difference between the common people and the nobles.

Rukia in the original work is an example.

Although he was unknown after entering school, he also attracted much attention after being given the surname Kuchiki.

The expectations of teachers, the envy of classmates... these things are everywhere. To some people, they are pressure, but to more people, they are an indescribable sense of restraint.

A very typical Japanese class style.

But no matter what, it’s none of Arima Shizuya’s business. Anyway, those high and mighty masters will soon suffer a heavy loss.

You like to show off, right? Aizen will let you fly!

Arima Jing also returned to the dormitory and dozed off for two hours, only getting up after her roommates had fallen asleep.

The exercise plan cannot be neglected... I don't believe that the noble lord is still in the mood to practice sword at 12 o'clock!

I trotted back to the dojo. Although the lights were still on, it was indeed completely quiet.

"Excuse me, as usual, I would like to lend you my Taoist robe and wooden sword."

The uncle checked the ID card and looked at Arima Shizuya with some emotion.

"You are just a freshman, right? You were here yesterday, too. Do you really have to be so diligent?"

"Haha, the early bird catches the worm."

People are always more tolerant towards hardworking people. The uncle laughed and raised his chin towards Arima Shizuka.

"Sub-Room No. 5 is empty right now... It's okay for you to go and practice for a while."

Normally, Arima Jing could only move around indoors, but now it was obvious that the other party had opened a small door for her.

Good man!
"Oh, thank you very much."

Arima Shizuka also walked quickly into the dojo, holding a wooden sword and changing clothes.

He originally wanted to go straight to the destination, but a figure lying in the corner attracted Arima Shizuya's attention.

The other party looked quite embarrassed.

His body was covered with bright red scars from being whipped, his robe was torn, and the wounds were swollen... Now he was like a wounded wild dog, leaning against the wall, collapsing on the ground.

Like a fish that had slipped into glue, he breathed awkwardly and greedily, clinging to the few remaining chances of life.

...Although this guy is not dead yet, he has one foot on the verge of death.

Arima Jing also looked at him for a while with some confusion, and then heard the uncle's voice from behind.

"Ah~ It's better not to bother with that guy. A noble lord just came in to practice swordplay. He insisted on sparring with others... He was just that skilled, and he didn't get beaten to death because we were classmates."

“…Is that so?”

"Sometimes there are those who don't know their own limitations. They think they are equal to nobles just because they entered the academy, and they don't know their own limitations or anything like that."

Arima Shizuka also watched the other person stand up tremblingly and stagger towards the door.

The other person's steps were unsteady and his expression was serious. He looked dazed, as if he was going to faint in the next second.

Arima Shizuka just watched the other person leave and didn't do anything overly "enthusiastic".

Everyone has their own choice. If this is the other person's wish, then we can only respect it.

Besides, Arima Shizuka hasn't grown to the point where she can help others.

Change clothes as usual and go into the room.

The familiar Su Zhen practiced back and forth... Because there was a target in the room, Arima Jing also conducted a few rounds of chopping tests.

It took more than two hours.

[You wielded a wooden sword, Kendo +1]

Thinking that she could take a nap after going back to rest before going to class, Arima Shizuka thanked the gatekeeper and returned from the dojo.

The sky was still dark, and Arima Jing also saw the embarrassed figure on his way back.

He fell into the corner and curled up into a ball.

It seems that he lost consciousness on the way back and finally fell here... Someone will find him during the day and send him to the emergency room.

It doesn't matter if you don't care.

After all, it wasn't me who did it, so morally and logically, I had no right to intervene.

Arima Shizuka, who came from a refugee street, understands the law of the jungle even more.

Those rebellious people who don't follow the rules and go against the current will sooner or later die, because the rules are the steel chains that bind the body.

The more you struggle, the more it will dig into your flesh, until your bones and tendons are broken and you stop breathing.

So just leave it alone, as it should be...

But while thinking like this, Arima Jingye stopped unconsciously.

He half turned his head and stared at the wild dog-like figure.

……

Throwing away the blood-stained towel in her hand, Arima Jing also watched the other person's expression wriggle, and finally slowly sat up.

"Are you awake already?"

Without responding immediately, the other party subconsciously reached for his waist until he felt the familiar touch, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"……Who are you?"

The voice was somewhat tense, but more of it was a sense of alertness.

"Arima Shizuya, Class 1, Grade 5. This is my dormitory. You are sleeping in my bed now."

"That's not what I'm asking..."

The injured person has brown skin, purple hair, wears goggles, and seems to have visual impairment.

He turned his head halfway, not looking at Arima Shizuya, but pointing his ear at him.

"Why are you helping me?"

The person involved folded his hands over his chest helplessly and finally sighed softly.

"As for why...I just think it's a pity."

"pity?"

Arima Shizuka also wrung out the towel and lowered her eyes over the basin.

"You should cherish your life. After all, you will have nothing if you die. Although I don't know what grudge you have with the noble master, it would be a pity to die like this."

After two lives, he was reborn into a place like the refugee street.

Although I know that spirits can replenish nutrition by absorbing spiritual energy, the body will still get hungry eventually.

Not eating or drinking will also lead to death, and this situation happens frequently in the refugee streets.

If you don’t fight, you will starve to death. If you don’t compete, you will be eliminated... Under the stimulation of this environment.

Arima Shizuka also understood best how precious life is.

"Even if there really is some grudge, is it to the point where you can't tolerate it for even a moment? After accumulating strength and making yourself equal to others, it won't be too late to consider taking some revenge."

Arima Shizuka also turned around to pour a cup of warm water, handed the cup over, and gently touched the back of the other person's drooping hand.

"Well, I can't give you a long speech... You are free to do whatever you want from now on."

But no matter what, at least at this moment.

"You should drink some water, or your body won't be able to hold on."

(End of this chapter)