Who are you calling a stable boy?!

Zheng Jing scratched his cheek, thinking that the man who had been the captain of the Fourth Division for hundreds of years had probably seen more bodies than he, Zheng Jing, knew any people.

What's so shameful about taking off your clothes in front of a doctor?

With that thought, Zheng Jing simply took off his upper garment.

Looking at Zheng Jing's muscular body, Unohana Retsu reached out and placed her hand directly on his chest.

"Huh?"

"Don't move around."

"Sister, your hands are a little cold..."

Zheng Jing muttered something as he steadied himself.

His eyes were fixed on Zheng Jing's body, his slightly cold fingertips tracing over the full and tough muscles, drawing a little warmth from the flesh-colored armor.

"This is......"

Muttering to herself, her fingertips traced the skin from her broad pectoral muscles to her well-defined abdominal muscles. The more she traced the skin, the closer Unohana Retsu's face moved toward Zheng Jing.

It seemed as if her warm breath was also gently caressing Zheng Jing's skin.

"Sister, did it work?"

Looking down at Retsu Unohana, Zheng Jing asked in a low voice.

"......alright."

Withdrawing her hand and sitting up straight, Retsu Unohana met Jung Kyung's gaze.

"As I expected, your body is indeed wondrous."

"Oh? How strange?"

Zheng Jing blinked.

"Could you tell me about it?"

"You've been studying at the academy for quite some time now, so you should have heard some basic knowledge about spiritual pressure by now, right?"

Zheng Jing nodded.

"Spiritual pressure is the foundation of death."

"Needless to say, the Zanpakuto is also a product created by pushing one's spiritual pressure to the limit in order to kill enemies."

"Some Shinigami possess immense spiritual pressure; simply by casually releasing that pressure, they can withstand the Zanpakuto of ordinary Shinigami soldiers, and even injure them in the process..."

"I've already taught you the basic techniques for using spiritual pressure to protect yourselves in the classrooms of the academy, haven't I?"

"However, in actual combat, especially when facing an opponent whose strength is not much different from one's own, very few people would use these methods. Do you know why?"

Zheng Jing rolled his eyes.

"It doesn't work. It takes a lot of effort, and it breaks as soon as you touch it."

"It's not that fragile."

Unohana Retsu smiled and shook her head.

"However, compared to that, it is obviously better to use spiritual pressure to kill enemies."

"When faced with an enemy attack, this last resort is only used when there is truly no other way and no way to avoid it."

“But you are different, Zheng Jing.”

She reached out again and gently touched Zheng Jing's chest and abdomen.

"Your body seems to possess an innate hardness comparable to a spiritual pressure protective layer! For a thousand years, the court has had no shortage of individuals skilled in physical training, but perhaps only a handful could achieve this..."

Zheng Jing understood now.

His indestructible body is indeed unlike that of the traditional Grim Reaper.

"This... Sister, according to you, does this mean that my body might have some kind of impact on my research into the Dao?"

Of course.

As she spoke, Retsu Unohana suddenly stood up.

Zheng Jing naturally looked up as well—

"Clang!"

A crisp sound, like the clash of metal, rang out in the dojo where only the two of them were present.

—A bloody gash nearly a palm's width suddenly appeared on Zheng Jing's chest!

Immediately afterwards, holding the Zanpakuto that had been drawn from its sheath at some unknown time in her right hand, Unohana Retsu reached out with her free left hand and touched the bloodstain on Zheng Jing's chest.

A faint light appeared in his palm, and with a gentle wipe, it seemed to remove the shallow knife wound along with the hot blood.

"The best way to learn how to effectively heal yourself is to practice on your own body."

Zheng Jing looked down at his perfectly intact chest.

There was only a trace of blood left on it, which proved that this place had been slashed by the Fourth Division Captain in front of him.

"how?"

Seeing Zheng Jing lower his head and remain silent, Unohana Retsu lowered her blade and whispered to Zheng Jing as if in a whisper, "It's not too late to give up now."

"......Hey!"

Zheng Jing grinned.

"I thought it was some kind of difficult problem, it's just getting stabbed!"

He tilted his head back and patted his chest.

"Sister, just go for it! If I, Old Zheng, even flinch, I'm no hero!"

Upon hearing this, Unohana Retsu turned her sword around and tapped Zheng Jing's head lightly with the back of the blade.

"You child, how can you not distinguish between primary and secondary matters? I injured your body so that you could carefully experience the return of each of my spells, so that you could understand it thoroughly and study it diligently... Do you understand?"

Scratching his head, Zheng Jing bowed with his hands clasped in front of Unohana Retsu.

"Hehe! Got it, got it!"

-

"So, you've learned all this from Captain Unohana?"

"Yes, yes!"

Zheng Jing, shirtless and having changed into a new pair of pants, sat on the bed and nodded to Aizen.

"And what about your outfit?"

"Ugh! My school uniform is soaked in blood on one side, and my pants are wet. If I wear it back, I'm afraid I'll be arrested and questioned before I even get to the dormitory!"

Zheng Jing waved his hand.

"Luckily, I had an old piece of clothing with me. As for my school uniform, Unohana-nee took it and said she would wash and dry it for me, and that I could get it back when I went to her school next time."

Listening to Zheng Jing's words, Aizen's eyes behind his glasses carefully examined Zheng Jing's body.

"...Old Zheng."

"what?"

"I've actually been very curious about what Captain Unohana said."

"Oh? Which ones?"

Zheng Jing was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening.

"Ah, you mean my health problem?"

Aizen nodded.

"I suspect Captain Unohana probably used the same method she used to investigate patients on the way back to the village to examine your body. Coincidentally, I know a little about this..."

He approached Zheng Jing and grabbed Zheng Jing's shoulders.

"Old Zheng, can I take a look?"

Chapter 78: I'm ready, I'm ready (

Zheng Jing did not hesitate to agree to Aizen's sudden request.

These past few days, Lao Lan has been teaching him with all his heart. Not to mention checking his body, if Lao Lan really wanted to learn about the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill, Zheng Jing wouldn't mind writing a book of his insights to give to him.

how?

Would Lao Lan possibly harm him?

"...Alright, Lao Zheng."

Withdrawing his hand and standing still, Aizen seemed lost in thought, clearly pondering something.

"Looking at you like that, what are you thinking about?"

Zheng Jing put on a shirt and looked at Aizen.

Without speaking, Aizen simply looked back at Zheng Jing, raising his eyes slightly and lingering for a moment on the arms behind Zheng Jing's shoulder before looking away.

"The lessons learned are substantial and will certainly be put to good use in the future."

He smiled at Zheng Jing.

"Thank you, Lao Zheng."

"Hey! We're like brothers!"

"Oh, by the way, have you clarified things regarding the future, Lao Zheng?"

"Ugh, don't even mention it! The old man is actually planning to drag me into the First Division! Just thinking about having to see his stern face every time I open or close my eyes makes my head spin!"

"The First Squad...?"

"What's wrong, Lao Lan?"

"It's nothing, just a bit of a feeling of nostalgia. After all, it's been many years since any graduate from our academy has been directly recruited into the First Squad."

"Oh? What do you mean?"

"Within the First Division, from the highest-ranking officers to the lowest-ranking soldiers, many were once elites from other divisions. Those who were directly recruited as graduates of the Shinigami Academy often possessed the ability to serve as officers or even vice-captains in other divisions, but they were unwilling to leave the First Division..."

At this point, Aizen adjusted his glasses.

"Old Zheng, the chief captain requires you to complete your studies and graduate from the academy within a few years?"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Jing's expression suddenly froze.

Seeing his expression, Aizen's lips twitched.

"...You didn't forget to ask, did you?"

"That's why I say you understand me, Lao Lan."

"Oh, you."

Fortunately, the next morning, Zheng Jing received the old man's instructions in his dormitory.

The one who came to deliver the imperial order was the vice-captain of the First Division, Chojiro Sasakibe.

The old man required him to graduate within two years, at which time he would personally come to the academy to pick him up and join the First Division.

Of course, if Zheng Jing fails to achieve this goal, the old man will personally come to the academy.

However, this time, they weren't there to pick him up...

And this news, whether from someone's mouth or not, spread throughout the academy in just two days, to the point that Zheng Jing was now practically a household name in the academy.

Being so famous naturally has its advantages.

For example, he now has certain privileges in class, especially in courses like Hakuda, where the instructor even allows him to skip the first two theory classes and go straight to the dojo to have a good fight with Yoruichi.

Conversely, he also inevitably gets into some trouble because of his fame.

A privileged student from a prestigious family who likes to look down on others, a self-proclaimed genius who feels his talents are not being recognized...

The True Spiritual Arts Academy is never short of people who want to make a name for themselves.

Within this group, there will be clear-headed individuals, and there will also be those whose brains are better suited to be chamber pots.