Naruto: Random Flying Thunder God Technique? Intercepting the Dark-Dark Fruit

Shiranui Sho turned to look at her, "There are too many people here, it will scare Rukia."

"Lord Xiao, please take care."

Hijin nodded slightly, her eyes revealing reluctance and disappointment.

She firmly believed that Shiranui Sou would succeed.

But that also means that the other person may rarely be able to come home in the future.

If Shiranui Akane knew what she was thinking, she would probably laugh and say that she was overthinking it.

With the Flying Thunder God Technique, he can even travel back and forth between the Soul Society and the Ninja World.

Returning to Rukongai from the Shinigami Academy is just a matter of a single thought.

After saying goodbye to Hima, Shiranui Sho entered the registration area with the crowd.

A long line made him hallucinate the scene of his first arrival in Soul Society.

After filling out the registration form, Shiranui Sho followed the signs into the venue.

Shiranui Sho looked around.

The venue was filled with men, women, and children. Some of them were clearly not first-time applicants for the Shinigami Academy, their fists clenched as they stared nervously at the closed door in front of them.

After a while, the heavy door suddenly opened.

Immediately afterwards, a spiritual pressure far surpassing that of the vast majority of souls present suddenly erupted, causing everyone to freeze in shock, holding their breath and turning their gazes in disbelief.

Shiranui Sho stared intently at the open door.

A grim reaper, with a sword at his waist and dressed in a black shihaka outfit, calmly walked out and slowly approached a group of people.

He glanced around and spoke in a loud voice.

"The entrance exam for the Shinigami Academy has officially begun!"

? Chapter 99 Third-class spiritual power!

As Death finished speaking, the souls participating in the test stepped forward in an orderly fashion and stood before the transparent crystal ball in front of Death.

A boy placed his hand on the crystal ball, his palm pressed firmly against the surface.

Seconds later, the faint light made Death frown.

"Unqualified."

As Death finished speaking, the boy left dejectedly, and the group then began to move.

The Shinigami Academy used a method that had been used among nobles to measure spiritual power levels during its testing.

The power of the Grim Reaper is divided into twenty levels, and an ordinary Grim Reaper must reach at least level twenty.

Above that, the tenth rank of Lingwei is the level of a seated official.

A level five to four Lingwei is equivalent to a vice-captain.

Those above the third-level Spirit Might rank are considered team leaders.

In the Soul Society, souls possessing spiritual power are few, and those whose spiritual power reaches the required level are even fewer.

The vast majority of people present could not reach the standard of the twentieth level of spiritual power.

As the procession moved forward, Death, who had been shouting "unqualified," gradually showed signs of impatience on his face.

Fortunately, as the test progressed, spiritual power of level 20 and above gradually appeared, which eased his expression slightly.

Soon, a silver-haired, squinty-eyed boy lined up at the front of the queue and placed his palm on the crystal ball.

He maintained his squinting smile, like a cunning little fox, his expression showing no obvious ripples.

The crystal ball suddenly emitted a dazzling light, causing Death, standing nearby, to widen his eyes in shock and become alert.

He was afraid he had misread it, so he rubbed his eyes to make sure he saw it again, and then his gaze instantly became intense.

"Seventh grade!"

As soon as he finished speaking, countless envious and jealous glances were cast across the room.

Even the official Grim Reaper in charge of the test had eyes filled with envy.

The same word came to their minds: limitless potential!

The seventh level of spiritual power has reached the upper-middle level of a seated official.

This means that this squinty-eyed boy only needs to graduate normally from the Shinigami Academy to have the potential to become a squad leader.

With this talent, if he develops normally in the future, becoming the vice captain will be a piece of cake.

Even something as seemingly impossible as a dream or a fantasy is not out of the question!

In short, the future looks incredibly bright.

“Ichimaru Gin…”

Looking at the boy with distinctive features, Shiranui Sho thought of his name.

Including Hima and Rukia, Gin Ichimaru is the third named character he encountered in the original work after arriving in Soul Society.

In fact, his role is quite important.

And indeed, after graduating from the Shinigami Academy, he had a smooth career, rising from captain to vice-captain, and then from vice-captain to captain.

A seventh-rank spiritual power is enough to alarm even the God of Death, who holds a higher position.

Under the envious gaze of the succubus, Gin Ichimaru was taken away by another Shinigami who seemed to have a higher rank.

The seventh-level spiritual pressure seemed to be just a fleeting moment.

Soon, voices such as "unqualified," "seventeenth grade," and "eighteenth grade" dominated the mainstream.

The expression of Death, who was presiding over the examination, gradually calmed down, showing a hint of weariness.

In his view, the seventh level of spiritual power might already be the peak of this year's test.

After all, people with the talent of a vice-captain or even a captain are extremely rare, and it would be an understatement to say that they are one in ten thousand.

Then, a boy with short, dark purple hair stood before him.

Shiranui Sho placed her palms on the crystal ball.

He was unsure of his own spiritual power level, since he hadn't had access to any professional testing tools in Rukongai.

But at least it won't be too weak.

When this formal Shinigami released his spiritual pressure earlier, he felt only a slight breeze.

Shiranui Sho gathered her scattered thoughts and released spiritual power in her hands.

The Grim Reaper ahead had his eyelids half-closed, and he was about to write something down.

However, in the next instant...

A blinding ray of light suddenly burst forth, and the previously dull crystal ball suddenly shone like a blazing sun.

The stinging sensation from the bright light made the Grim Reaper, who was holding a pen, instinctively cover his eyes with the cuffs of his Shinigami uniform.

But he quickly recovered and ignored the stinging in his eyes.

He stared in disbelief at the dazzling crystal ball, his mouth agape.

The tears that streamed from his eyes after being exposed to the bright light slid into his mouth, and only then did the demeanor of a "real Grim Reaper" completely vanish.

After a long while, a voice, slightly distorted by extreme astonishment, broke the silence.

"Third-class...third-level spiritual power!!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent, as still as death.

Only Shiranui Sho slowly withdrew her hand from the crystal ball.

He was initially surprised, but then his smile gradually widened.

"Looks pretty good."

Third-class spiritual power.

All he knew was that his spirit was much stronger than when he first arrived in Soul Society.

But he really hadn't expected to reach the third level of spiritual power.

Soon, a Grim Reaper strode out from behind the door and stood somewhat reservedly beside Shiranui Sho.

"Please follow me!"

Although the other party has just entered the Shinigami Academy, only a fool would treat them as an ordinary student.

What is the concept of a third-class spiritual power?

If that silver-haired, squinty-eyed boy with the seventh-level spiritual power was a potential team leader...

That third-class spiritual power is a born captain!

Its upper limit might reach the level of the captain!

Shiranui Sho nodded slightly, and under the scrutiny of Yi Xing's confused gaze, strode away after the Shinigami.

……

The activities of the admissions office also caused a stir throughout Selendarme.

In the eighth division team building.

Wearing a pink floral-patterned feather coat and a straw raincoat, Kyoraku Shunsui stared blankly at the ripple that spread across the sake cup in his hand.

"An unfamiliar captain-level spiritual pressure?"

A glint of light flashed in his eyes, and his slightly drunken gaze suddenly cleared.

Kyoraku Shunsui looked up in the direction from which the spiritual pressure was coming from.

"That direction is... Hmm, if I remember correctly, today is the first day of admissions for the Shinigami Academy. That's amazing~"

A look of surprise flashed across his eyes, and he silently lowered his straw raincoat a little.

Then, he downed the wine in one gulp.

In the fifth division team building.

Shinji Hirako, with his long yellow hair and wearing a captain's haori, paused for a moment, then turned to look into the distance in astonishment.

"Hey, Aizen, is the captain at the Spiritual Arts Academy today?"

Upon hearing the question, the gentle man, who was focused on his official duties, paused for a few seconds before replying.

“Captain Hirako, I haven’t heard of any such arrangement this year, but it’s possible that some captains have come to the scene on their own initiative.”

"Wait, this spiritual pressure is completely unfamiliar. Could it be the spiritual pressure of a new student? How interesting!"

Shock and pleasure mingled in Hirako Shinji's eyes.

He was about to go out and see what was going on when he suddenly stopped.

"Sigh, forget it. If we go now, the person will probably have already been taken away."

He sighed and finally sat down leisurely.

Behind him, Aizen Sousuke pushed up his glasses noncommittally, a cryptic smile playing on his lips.

Eleventh Division barracks.

The fierce-looking, obese Oni Kenpachi looked into the distance with displeasure.

"An unfamiliar captain-level spiritual pressure... has a new captain appeared?"

After frowning and thinking for a moment, he finally just chuckled.

"Forget it, thinking about this is just a waste of my sleep time."

"Captain-level...no matter who it is, to me, the strongest Kenpachi, they're nothing but trash!"

Oni Kenpachi's brows relaxed, and he collapsed onto the large bed in the barracks without any regard for his image.

Before long, thunderous snoring echoed in the room.