Bleach: I'm picking up attributes in Seireitei

Chapter 95 Extra: Nanao's Day (Bonus chapter for donations, can be skipped)

Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy.

More than three months have passed since Wang Xun graduated early and joined the Second Division.

Campus life continued as usual: classes, training, and the library.

Everything was the same as before, yet there was something different about it all.

At least that's the case for Nanao Ise.

In the early morning training ground, Nanao was completing her morning Kido training alone.

"Hado #31: Red Fire Cannon!"

A blazing fireball flew from his palm, hitting the bullseye precisely a dozen meters away, exploding into a bright burst of light.

Several students around him cast admiring glances his way.

"Nanao's Kido is still so powerful."

"After all, he's the genius of the Ghost Path in our generation."

"You're really working hard, Nanao-chan."

Qixu withdrew her hand and let out a soft breath.

genius?

She looked down at her palm.

The flow of spiritual pressure was smooth and precise, and the construction of the technique was impeccable.

Unfortunately, she always felt like something was missing.

"Nanao, want to go out for dinner together?"

A girl from the same class came over and asked.

"You guys go ahead, I'll practice a little longer."

Qixu shook his head and resumed his fighting stance.

The training ground gradually emptied out, leaving only her figure repeating the Kido practice in the morning light.

Again and again.

She only stopped when her spiritual pressure was completely depleted and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Sitting on the steps by the field, Qixu took out her water bottle from her bag and took small sips.

His gaze unconsciously drifted to his side, to the corner where Wang Xun used to love to be.

He would sit there watching others train, occasionally stand up and stretch a few times, then go back to sitting.

That guy is always so lazy. I wonder if he's become more diligent now that he's in the Gotei 13.

After the afternoon theory class, Nanao went to the library as usual.

My usual spot by the window, where sunlight streams through the glass and falls onto the table, is warm and quiet.

She unfolded the advanced textbook on the theory of ghosts, but found it difficult to concentrate.

That seat opposite used to be where Wang Changchun sat.

He would bring some strange snacks, and then the two of them would read together, occasionally exchanging a few words in hushed tones.

Memories flooded her mind, and Nana's cheeks felt slightly flushed.

She shook her head, forcing herself to concentrate on the book.

But my eyes always unconsciously drift to the empty seat opposite me.

It seems that the next second, the white-haired boy will sit down with a book in his arms, smiling, and greet him.

However, that spot remained empty, just as always.

At dinner time, Nana was carrying her tray and looking for a seat in the cafeteria.

"Nanao-kun, there's an empty seat here!"

Several girls greeted him warmly.

She nodded and went over to sit down.

"Since Wang Xun graduated early, Qi Xu, you seem to be keeping to yourself lately."

A girl said.

"Yeah, I'm fine on my own."

"Seven Threads said softly."

"But...you used to always be together."

Another girl is resting her chin on her hand.

"By the way, how's Wang Xun doing in the Second Division? Have you been in touch lately?"

Nana paused, her hand holding the chopsticks still.

"not yet."

"Wrong? Ah... that must be because the team is busy with work, after all, you just joined the team, there's all sorts of training and stuff... right?"

"Ah, yes, yes, he will definitely make time to come back when he has free time."

The girls looked at each other, then laughed it off to cover up the awkward atmosphere.

The topic was then abruptly changed.

Qixu ate her meal quietly, listening to her classmates talk about the latest happenings on campus.

Which teacher told a new interesting story? Which class's genius broke what record? What new shop opened in Rukongai...?

Qixu listened quietly, and felt that her current life was not bad.

However, it seemed somewhat bland.

It's like a cup of lukewarm water, neither too hot nor too cold, just right to drink, but lacking a bit of flavor.

At night, Nana was walking back to her dormitory with her textbooks in her arms.

The streetlights on campus were already on, casting a dim yellow glow on the stone path.

Occasionally, students returning late would hurry by, their footsteps sounding particularly clear in the silence.

She stopped and looked up at the night sky.

The night sky in Soul Society is always clear, and the stars are bright.

The moonlight shone down, bathing the entire campus in a silvery glow.

The night Wang Xun left was also like this.

He said, "I'll find time to come back and see you."

His tone was relaxed, as if it were a casual agreement.

Qi Xu nodded without saying anything, but she remembered it in her heart.

But so much time has passed, and he hasn't shown up even once.

Are the Second Division's jobs very busy?

Or perhaps he forgot about the agreement...

No, it won't.

Qi Xu whispered to herself.

"He's not that kind of person."

But why hasn't it appeared after all this time?

A young girl's thoughts are like tangled threads, impossible to unravel or cut.

She continued walking forward, but her pace was much slower than usual.

The days passed by.

Nanao's Kido skills have steadily improved, and she is now proficient in intermediate-level Hado and Binddo, making her one of the best in her class.

Her teachers' evaluation of her grew higher and higher, and her classmates respected this quiet and outstanding elementary school student more and more.

Everything is going smooth.

But whenever she was alone, that feeling of emptiness would quietly surface.

The library is missing someone who would share snacks and read books with her.

There was one less person on the training field who would hand her a water bottle when she was tired.

The cafeteria is missing someone who would secretly take food from her bowl and play pranks on her.

Even when walking on campus, Nana would unconsciously look around, her expression dazed.

"What's wrong with me...?"

Qixu sat by the window in her dormitory, watching the petals fall outside.

I used to be alone, and I was used to being alone.

Why do I feel...lonely now?

It was another peaceful afternoon.

As usual, Nana arrived at the library and sat down in her usual spot by the window.

Today we'll review the history of the Soul Society.

She opened the heavy book, her fingertips tracing the yellowed pages.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting warm dappled patterns on the pages of the book.

The library was quiet, with only the sound of turning pages and the occasional chatter.

Time flows slowly.

After some time, Nanao felt thirsty.

She turned her head to the side, preparing to take the water bottle out of her bag.

Suddenly, I seemed to see a figure sitting down opposite me.

The man, dressed in a shihaka (a type of Japanese martial arts uniform), smiled gently, seemingly about to greet him as usual.

"Yo, Nanao."

Nana was stunned.

She suddenly raised her head and looked at the opposite side.

But it was empty.

Qi Xu calmed herself down and realized that what she had just seen was just a figment of her imagination.

She bit her lip lightly, lowered her head again, and tried to focus on her book.

But he couldn't concentrate on the words in front of him no matter what.

"What an annoying guy..."

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