Who are you calling a stable boy?!

Chapter 72: Let me see!

Zheng Jing was telling the absolute truth.

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Ruyi Jingu Bang (Purple)

Quality: Legendary

Weight: 6750KG—?

特性

【Indestructible】: When striking a target, ignores resistances of Legendary and lower tiers.

[Unbreakable]: Immune to all types of damage from Legendary and lower tiers.

【Size as you like】: The size can be changed arbitrarily within a range of five times.

【Eternal Love】: Within a one-kilometer radius, it can be summoned by player Zheng Jing at any time and fly back to player Zheng Jing's hands.

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"Hard and heavy, can change size?"

Yoruichi raised an eyebrow.

The Shikai abilities of Zanpakuto are incredibly diverse. Although the scholars of Seireitei have tried to categorize the Shikai abilities of Zanpakuto in detail, due to the constant emergence of new Shikai, they can only make a rather vague classification in the end.

It's hard and heavy, and can change size at will; it doesn't sound like a Kido-type Zanpakuto.

Yoruichi thought it made sense; Zheng Jing didn't seem like the kind of person who would possess a Kido-type Zanpakuto.

But how hard can it be, and how heavy can it be?

It can be big or small, but to what extent can it be big or small?

...This part is not something Zheng Jing can show in public right now.

Thinking of this, Yoruichi controlled her increasingly strong curiosity, closed her eyes, and waved to Zheng Jing.

"Alright, stop showing off, put it away. The people from the academy should be here soon."

"Hey? You idiot, you're the one who's curious, how did it become me showing off!"

Zheng Jing glared at her first, then looked at Aizen.

"I'm ready."

Aizen nodded with a smile.

"to make."

Zheng Jing put the stick back on his shoulder.

Seeing this, Yoruichi, who had her arms crossed, glared at him.

"Didn't I tell you to put it away? Are you trying to show off like that?"

"Don't judge me by your own standards, do you think I'm like you?"

Zheng Jing curled his lip.

“It’s not that I don’t want to accept it, it’s that He doesn’t want to sleep anymore.”

"......ha?"

So, you see—

Zheng Jing shook the Ruyi Jingu Bang lying on his shoulder.

“It is He who does not wish to.”

Yoruichi, Aizen, and the lecturer who had been silently listening to their conversation all had a slight change in expression.

As Zheng Jing said this, he glanced at the Ruyi Jingu Bang (the magic staff).

His intuition at the time was indeed correct.

Almost the instant he picked it up, Zheng Jing realized that this was his old flame—

This is the Ruyi Jingu Bang (magic staff) that is enshrined in the family's old temple.

It turns out, you've always been by my side.

Zheng Jing grinned.

"...Then from now on, won't you have to take Him with you every time you go out?"

Yoruichi tilted her head and asked, "Aren't you afraid it will be inconvenient?"

"What's inconvenient about that?"

As Zheng Jing spoke, he suddenly tossed the Ruyi Jingu Bang (the magic staff) above his head, then raised his hand and pointed.

"Change!"

The Ruyi Jingu Bang (the magic staff) shrank rapidly, moving up and down until it landed in Zheng Jing's hand. It was now only the size of a palm. Zheng Jing casually tucked it behind his ear, and it seemed to take root and stay there.

"..."

Yoruichi's curiosity, which she had barely managed to control, almost broke free again.

It can shrink from a stick about twelve feet long to the size of a palm...

If it gets bigger, how big can it get?

What happened here?

Just then, two figures flashed into the dojo.

One of the questions was surprisingly from Teacher Shangjing, who had previously served as an examiner for Zheng Jing's entrance examination.

As soon as the two entered and saw the scene inside the dojo, they went straight to the teacher of the spiritual pressure training class and asked a question.

"Mr. Kamii, Director Shimozawa."

The lecturer stepped forward and said to the two of them with a smile.

"Please don't worry, something big has indeed happened, but it's not bad..."

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"Waaah..."

Lying on the bed, Zheng Jing buried his head and let out a strange cry.

"Is it really that tiring?"

Aizen closed the book in his hand, smiled, and turned to look at Zheng Jing.

"I'm tired, but who's going to make up for my missed kendo class this afternoon?"

Sitting cross-legged, Zheng Jing dangled his four hands and frowned with a serious expression.

"You."

Aizen shook his head.

"Given your current condition, Lao Zheng, our freshman kendo class is probably completely unsuitable for you. Didn't the academy make arrangements for you when they questioned you this afternoon?"

"I don't know. That very elegant old gentleman only told me to be prepared, as I would need to go to the registrar's office later..."

"Perhaps we're preparing some special teaching plans for you?"

"I think it's great to study with you guys, Lao Lan. We can also tease Hagi Night. It's a good balance between work and rest, how wonderful!"

"What you're saying doesn't concern you with me, but you should be more careful in front of Yoruichi."

"What are you afraid of? Do you think I'd let her scratch me?"

Zheng Jing grinned.

"By the way, speaking of Hagiwara, Old Blue, has she achieved Shikai yet?"

Just like Old Blue's Bankai, Hakiyo's Shikai can also be considered an unsolved mystery in the Bleach series.

Now that he has the opportunity to verify this, Zheng Jing is naturally curious.

"I'm not quite sure."

Aizen gently shook his head.

"As the eldest daughter of the Shihōin family, she should have received careful training from her family and should have started training in Shikai at a very early age. It is possible that she mastered Shikai before entering the academy."

"However, I have never personally witnessed Shihouin's Shikai, so I cannot give you the answer you want."

"Oh, I just thought of asking that offhand."

Zheng Jing waved his hand.

"After all, those teachers in the afternoon looked at me as if they had seen a magic pill, their eyes were shining. I wondered if there were very few people in our freshman year who had successfully completed Shikai?"

"I can't say for sure how many, but I imagine there must be some among those classmates from prestigious families."

Looking at Zheng Jing, Aizen said with a smile, "However, the reason why the teachers reacted so strongly is not because you successfully released Shikai, but because you are the first student in the history of the Shinigami Academy to successfully release Shikai on your own the first time you came into contact with Asauchi."

"Hehe, it's no big deal, keep it low-key!"

Zheng Jing's mouth twisted into a grotesque grin, and his four hands flailed wildly.

"...Speaking of which, Lao Zheng, are you particularly interested in the initial releases of other people?"

"Ok?"

Zheng Jing blinked.

"Well, just like you guys are curious when you see my Shikai, I'm definitely curious about what everyone else's Shikai are like."

"That's true, but unfortunately, there's not much I can do to help you in this regard."

Aizen stood up, reached out with his right hand, and pressed down on the Zanpakuto on the shelf.

"Oh, right."

He turned slightly to the side, smiling as he looked at Zheng Jing.

"If you're interested, I can show you my initial release."

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"Okay."

Upon hearing Zheng Jing's unwavering answer, Aizen picked up his Zanpakuto from the shelf and faced Zheng Jing.

He silently drew his sword, revealing its cold, autumn-water-like gleam to Zheng Jing.

"Old Lan?"

Seeing that Aizen had stopped after drawing his sword, Zheng Jing called out to him softly.

"...Shatter, you illusion, you mirage."

As Aizen whispered, a stream of white mist swirled from the Zanpakuto in his hand, silently flowing around his figure.

"My Shikai, Mirror Flower, Water Moon, has the ability to use the refraction of mist and water to induce enemies trapped within it to kill each other..."

—This must be what Zheng Jing sees at this moment.

Looking at Zheng Jing sitting cross-legged, Aizen held his sword and silently took a few steps closer to Zheng Jing.

He raised his weapon, and the cold light rose to Zheng Jing's face, just inches away from the tip of Zheng Jing's nose.

"..."

Aizen's face was slightly lowered, and the dim light from behind him cast a long, large shadow that seemed to engulf Zheng Jing, who was sitting cross-legged.

"And then?"

—His eyes, behind the blue-dyed lenses, suddenly widened.

He stared at Zheng Jing, who was extending his index finger and lightly tapping the blade of the Mirror Flower Water Moon sword.

"After your Zanpakuto's Shikai, its appearance didn't change much. If you want me to guess, you're making things a bit difficult for me, Old Zheng!"

"...My Shikai, Mirror Flower Water Moon, has the ability to induce enemies trapped in mist and water to kill each other through refraction."

"That's quite a feat?"