Who are you calling a stable boy?!

Yoruichi winked at him.

He looked completely gloating.

"walk slowly."

Zheng Jing placed the unsheathed Asada horizontally on his knees and carefully examined his Asada.

Unlike his fellow freshmen who had been holding their swords for months and were even adding various decorations to their hilts and guards in pursuit of fashion, Zheng Jing's asahi sword, which he had just received from the academy's armory, looked quite simple.

However, judging from the way his face is clearly reflected on the blade, Muku takes great care of maintaining these shallow-cut swords.

Zheng Jing lightly tapped the back of the knife with his fingertip, then withdrew his hand, closed his eyes, and concentrated.

He was naturally curious about what his Zanpakuto would be like.

However, communicating with a Zanpakuto is generally a slow and gradual process.

No matter how gifted he is, it's impossible for him to make his Zanpakuto reveal its true name right away—

Ok?

what's going on?

Just as Zheng Jing was trying to focus his attention on the shallow strike, a bright golden light suddenly burst into his field of vision!

Something's not right.

Wasn't his eye closed?!

"Boom!"

—A resounding boom, seemingly emanating from within Zheng Jing's body, suddenly resounded.

Immediately afterwards, a golden light flashed on that shallow weapon!

Chapter 71: It Turns Out You've Always Been By My Side

The sudden turn of events caused the lecturer standing behind Zheng Jing to gasp in surprise.

Forced back two steps by the surging golden light, and feeling the powerful spiritual pressure rushing towards him, the lecturer subconsciously tried to use a binding spell to suppress it.

"and many more!"

"Please wait a moment!"

The moment the words left their mouths, Yoruichi and Aizen looked at each other.

The two appeared almost simultaneously beside the lecturer, one on the left and one on the right, and pressed down on one of the lecturer's hands.

"you--"

"Teacher, please be patient. I think this is a sign that Lao Zheng is about to begin to understand."

Aizen looked at the lecturer with a sincere expression.

"Shikai? How is that possible! Didn't Zheng Jing only try asabu today?"

The lecturer frowned.

The True Central Spiritual Arts Academy has been established for over a thousand years, and over these thousand years, the academy has produced many extraordinary geniuses.

—Even so, in the history of the Shinigami Academy, there has never been a student who was able to successfully activate Shikai on his first encounter with Asauchi!

Ye opened her mouth.

She rushed forward entirely on impulse.

Now, after listening to the instructor's words, she rationally agrees with the instructor's view: being able to trigger Shikai on her own during her first encounter with Asuna...

This is a setting that even unofficial histories of heroic figures wouldn't dare to easily adopt.

Seeing that Aizen remained silent and showed no intention of letting go of the lecturer's arm, she hesitated for a moment, but still chose not to give an inch.

"Aizen-kun? Shihouin-kun!"

The instructor sternly reprimanded the two of them, already contemplating using his spiritual pressure to forcefully break free.

It wasn't that she was inflexible; it was simply that the spiritual pressure emanating from Zheng Jing at this moment was far too abnormal!

It surged and rolled, like a raging storm!

It's intensely hot, like a raging fire!

She was taking action not only for Zheng Jing's safety, but also for the safety of the other students in the dojo.

Rather than believing that Zheng Jing's success in triggering the absurd conjecture of Shi Jie, she preferred to believe that something serious had happened to Zheng Jing.

Sensing the instructor's intention, Aizen lowered his head slightly, his glasses reflecting the golden light behind him, obscuring his eyes—

"Hi Hi!"

Just then, a deafening laugh came from the depths of the golden light.

Immediately following was a loud and rhythmic shout!

"Ruyi Jingu Bang!"

—In an instant, the room was filled with golden light, which then receded inward.

It was as if, from the depths of the universe, an unseen hand grasped the dazzling light and gathered it into a single beam...

wrong!

Not a bunch!

That was, unmistakably, a club!

"Ha ha!"

With another loud laugh, Zheng Jing leaped up and unleashed his full power, wielding the dazzling golden light that stirred up a whirlwind in the arena, like a raging storm crashing against the shore, accompanied by the rumbling of thunder!

In an instant, the crowd in the temple was terrified. Some stared in disbelief, some hid their heads and shrank back, and some fell down and rolled around. All their panicked cries were drowned out by the loud laughter.

"This this--"

The lecturer shook his hands, seemingly at a loss.

She had been teaching at the True Central Spiritual Arts Academy for decades, but she had never seen anything like it before.

"Hey! You little gorilla! Stop running wild! Calm down!"

Braving the strong wind, Yoruichi shouted at the top of her lungs.

But Zheng Jing seemed not to hear him and showed no sign of stopping.

"Aizen—why don't you do something about this?!"

Hearing Yoruichi call out to him, Aizen, who had been staring at that exhilarating figure ever since Zheng Jing leaped up, seemed to suddenly come back to his senses.

"Old Zheng, stop fooling around. If you really damage the temple, you'll have to pay for it later."

"call--"

All the waves and thunder subsided in an instant.

Standing in the center of the aftershocks, Zheng Jing, carrying a stick, turned around with a grin and waved to Aizen.

"Hey! What are you afraid of! Old Lan, we have plenty of money to pay out!"

"Then you can't just run wild like that. Aren't you afraid of getting punished?"

Staring at Zheng Jing who was hopping and skipping over, Yoruichi poked his chest hard.

"What punishment can this possibly give me? I, Old Zheng, haven't done anything heinous!"

Manager Zheng patted his chest confidently.

"When you say that, can you look back?"

Yoruichi pointed behind him.

Zheng Jing glanced at that spot sideways.

Apart from Aizen and Yoruichi, the other students in this class were clearly not able to recover so quickly.

Zheng Jing scratched his cheek, shrank his neck, turned around, and grinned at the other freshmen.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I just had a sudden urge to speak, sorry, sorry, ah? Hehe."

Yoruichi rolled her eyes at Zheng Jing's retreating figure.

To her, Zheng Jing's words meant that he would do it again next time.

She knows this all too well.

After all, she herself always does that.

"Zheng Jing, classmate..."

"Teacher, oh dear, I'm so sorry."

Upon hearing the lecturer call his name, Zheng Jing turned around, slightly lowered his body, and bowed with his palms together in a gesture of respect to the lecturer.

"If you want to impose a fine, I, Old Zheng, will accept it without hesitation."

"...Why would I punish you?"

The lecturer smiled helplessly.

"Although you caused a great commotion, there were actually no casualties."

As for the psychological impact, at least 70% of graduates from the Shinigami Academy will go to the front lines as Grim Reapers.

If you're going to cause problems because of something so trivial, you might as well drop out of school and go home to sell sweet potatoes.

"People from inside the compound will probably be here soon..."

The lecturer looked up and gazed at the stick Zheng Jing was carrying on his shoulder.

"I never imagined that I would witness such a historic moment. Zheng Jing, you will definitely be recorded in the history of the college."

"Orangutan Sutra, stop hiding it, let me see your initial interpretation!"

Yoruichi came closer.

"I'm very interested too, Lao Zheng, can you tell me about it?"

Aizen adjusted his glasses and moved closer.

"What's wrong with that? We're like family."

Zheng Jing picked up the stick, held it with both hands, and placed it in front of Yoruichi and Aizen.

The stick was twelve feet long and as thick as a bowl. It was made of black iron in the middle and had gold hoops at both ends. Right next to one of the gold hoops on the stick, there was a line of words engraved on it.

Aizen and Yoruichi were both learned individuals; one was studious on his own, and the other came from a family with a strong academic background. Upon closer examination, they were able to recognize what was engraved.

"Ruyi... the Golden Cudgel, weighing 13,500 jin?"

Yoruichi frowned and muttered.

Zheng Jing shouted loudly when he first explained, so how could she not hear him or remember him?

She understood the true name of the Ruyi Jingu Bang, the Shikai of the Zanpakuto.

What's the deal with 13,500 jin?

Surely this stick, which is about 12 feet long and as thick as a bowl, can weigh 13,500 pounds?

"Hey, you gorilla scripture, your initial interpretation..."

Yoruichi was about to ask a question, but hesitated halfway through her sentence.

Although graduates of the academy, once they enter the 13th Gotei 13, will have their Shikai abilities recorded by the Gotei 13 as long as they report that they can use them.

And if she, the future head of Xingjun, really wanted to know, she could eventually check the files herself.

But right now...

"Want to know my Shikai abilities?"

Zheng Jing countered with a question.

Yoruichi scratched the back of her head, but driven by an even stronger curiosity, she nodded.

Zheng Jing looked at Aizen again, meeting his gaze with those equally curious eyes, and spread out his free hands.

"Simply put, it is hard and heavy, and can be large or small."