Who are you calling a stable boy?!

Aizen's expression, seen in the moonlight, was somewhat amusing.

"So, in your eyes, Lao Zheng, I'm someone who's afraid of being alone?"

"Old Lan, being afraid of loneliness and being able to do it are two different things."

Zheng Jing curled his lip.

"Whether you're scared or not, you're still my friend, Lao Zheng's friend."

"Who in this world wants to see their friend lonely and isolated?"

"..."

Aizen lowered his head, gazing at the Kyoka Suigetsu that lay on his lap.

"...It seems I should work harder and graduate sooner."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Jing seemed to suddenly perk up and sat up straight.

"Hey! If you ask me, you and Hajime should graduate with me! We could form an invincible new generation racing team and slap those old-timers right on the beach!"

As he spoke, he waved his four large hands, looking as if he was just about to slap the older generation on the butt.

Seeing Zheng Jing suddenly become energetic again, Aizen laughed out loud.

"That's putting me in a really difficult position, Lao Zheng."

-

The next day, at the First Squad barracks.

Zheng Jing —

Officially joined the team!

Chapter 85: Even a dog with a broken spine dares to bark?

As the head squad of the Gotei 13, the duties of the First Squad were easier than Zheng Jing had imagined.

In a sense, Zheng Jing doesn't even need to be in charge of team affairs.

All he had to do was show up at the dojo in the First Division barracks on time every day and wait for the vice-captain of the saga to give him a schedule.

Sometimes, Zheng Jing would accompany the commander of the First Division to familiarize himself with the personnel and operations of each division.

Sometimes he would be asked to train with the other members of the First Division in the dojo until dark.

Sometimes you can even see an old man coming over with a cane at the entrance of the dojo.

As the captain, whenever he had free time, the old man would come to the dojo to give guidance to the team members who were training there.

The members of the First Division would generally appear at the dojo whenever they weren't on a mission.

It can be said that after joining the First Squad, Zheng Jing found that the cultivation atmosphere here was much more intense than that at the True Central Spiritual Arts Academy.

Zheng Jing was quite happy with this arrangement.

With a renowned teacher like the old man answering your questions every now and then, and even getting a workout from him every now and then, why not?

Now Zheng Jing can completely understand why the members of the First Division are basically unwilling to be transferred to other divisions.

Putting aside the old man's personal charm, just looking at these training conditions, would any other squad have them?

But despite the joy, Zheng Jing also had his worries after joining the first team.

He discovered that the vice-captain of the scrambler unit seemed to be overprotecting him.

It was one thing to have someone guide him through the paperwork of other squads, but when there was a bit of fighting involved, Zheng Jing would raise his baton and be ready to strike, but the officer leading him would stop him and tell him to calm down.

Then, in front of Zheng Jing, he performed a series of actions that left Zheng Jing with no way to maneuver.

Zheng Jing didn't know if this was the Sparrow Division's own consideration or the old man's instruction, but for him, it not only concerned his itchy fingers, but also made him wonder how to find an opportunity to go back to his hometown.

If it were just a day or two longer, it wouldn't be a big deal. But according to the Grim Reaper's concept of time, if he were to remain like this for so long, let alone decades or hundreds of years, even if it were just a year, Zheng Jing estimated that some enthusiastic neighbors back home would be curious as to why the temple hadn't been open for several days without a sign on the gate.

Not to mention Xueqing, who might come knocking on his door at any time.

So, after Zheng Jing had been pondering this for about a month and a half, an opportunity presented itself to him.

The 13th Division requests reinforcements.

The purification class is short-handed in the present world.

Recently, for some unknown reason, groups of Hollows have been frequently appearing in the human world, so even though the Fifth Division and the Third Division have sent some members to the human world to provide support, the Purification Squad is still short-handed.

Given the current situation, sending a high-ranking Death God to the mortal realm would be making a mountain out of a molehill, and reporting back to Chamber 46 afterwards would inevitably lead to more back and forth.

Sending ordinary soldiers again doesn't seem to be a way to solve the problem once and for all...

Hey!

Why not just send an ordinary soldier whose strength is no less than that of the commander?

—This is when the members of the First Division make their appearance.

The old man directly named Zheng Jing and two other members of the First Division, ordering them to lead a group of ordinary members urgently drawn from various divisions to the mortal world to support the purification class.

-

"Chōjirō, there's no need to worry."

Down in the corridor, the old man walking in front suddenly spoke.

“Zheng Jing’s current strength is enough to serve as the vice-captain of any team. If I hadn’t wanted to temper his temper a little longer, I would have let him show his skills half a month ago.”

"I understand, but..."

"This time, the illusory harm in the world is indeed unusual."

The old man stopped in his tracks.

"That is precisely why I sent that brat Zheng Jing to appear in the world."

Hollows not only wreak havoc in the human world, but also invade the Soul Society.

Even in the history of Soul Society, there have been instances where powerful Hollows led their own kind in large-scale attacks on Soul Society...

Recently, Hollows that form groups and those with unusual strength have appeared one after another in the human world. At first glance, it seems that the human world is facing a crisis, but for the veteran Shinigami, this may well be a diversionary tactic by Hueco Mundo.

If that's the case, then sending a young death god like Zheng Jing, who is exceptionally talented, to the mortal world could actually be considered a form of protection for him.

Of course, even if the recent series of misfortunes were just coincidences, the old man believed that Zheng Jing was capable enough to handle these problems.

Although Zheng Jing has not yet mastered Bankai, in the old man's view, ordinary Gillian-level Hollows are not enough to pose a threat to Zheng Jing.

To put Zheng Jing in a difficult situation, unless...

It was either hordes of Gillian, or, above them, the Adjuchas.

"I've won the jackpot!"

A gigantic monster that speaks human language.

Behind this monster, three even larger monsters staggered down from the torn sky toward the human world.

This was the first time Zheng Jing had met Xu.

To be precise, it's a lively and energetic virtual creature.

The Shinigami Academy of Spiritual Arts naturally has professors who teach about Hollows. In addition, dangerous Hollows often have very obvious characteristics, so not only him, but also the ordinary soldiers behind Zheng Jing could easily recognize what they were facing at this moment.

"Big, big——"

Some soldiers were teeth chattering, and the few sounds that escaped their throats were far from forming complete sentences.

But every Grim Reaper present knew what he was trying to say.

Daxu.

Moreover, it was led by an Adjuchas and three Kyrians.

This is a situation that ordinary team members cannot handle.

Rather, even a high-ranking official would find it difficult to handle such a situation in the real world.

I'm doomed...

Almost every one of the team members behind Zheng Jing shared this thought.

Fear blinded them to the fact that the leader of the Adjuchas had never looked them in the eye since its appearance.

Achookas's attention was completely focused on Zheng Jing alone.

"Kid, you're the leader of this group of Grim Reapers, aren't you?"

Looking down at Zheng Jing, the Adjuchas flicked its long, scarlet tongue.

"Considering you might be of value, I'll give you a chance to live. As long as you kill all those Grim Reapers behind you, I'll take pity on you and spare your life."

Upon hearing this, the soldiers all gasped for breath.

A prodigy at the height of his fame, a battle maniac who could fight against captain-level opponents even in his student days—

For ordinary team members who had heard of Zheng Jing's name, fighting Zheng Jing and battling Achookas were not much different.

It's all the same: death.

Zheng Jing took the Ruyi Jingu Bang (a magical staff) from behind his ear, unfolded it, and placed it on his shoulder, then stretched.

"Luckily, I left a letter..."

He muttered something to himself, then suddenly raised his voice.

"Everyone has one!"

Upon hearing the sound, the ordinary soldiers instinctively jerked their bodies and stood at attention on the spot.

"Disband on the spot."

"..."

"You need me, Old Zheng, to teach you how to escape?"

A burst of laughter seemed to finally awaken the team members from their fear.

Some people took off running.

Some people gritted their teeth and wanted to stay.

But some people with sorrowful expressions grabbed those who wanted to stay and ran away in a frenzy.

Adjuchas ignored the fleeing ordinary soldiers.

It kept a close eye on Zheng Jing, who seemed carefree and irresponsible.

It wasn't until Zheng Jing was truly the only one left standing there facing the Grim Reaper that it laughed out loud.

"you--"

"Bang!!"

The Shunpo derivative hits you right in the head.

Watching Adjuchas raise his forelimbs to protect his mask at the last moment, only to be smashed by a club and sent flying backward, colliding with the three Gillian behind him, Zheng Jing, carrying the Ruyi Jingu Bang, spat at the group of demons and monsters.

"Demons and monsters, how dare you talk nonsense? Take this!!"

Chapter 86: Only in this way can one be qualified to become a hundred-ton king!

"When the support troops arrived, they couldn't find Zheng Jing's team member, but..."

Kneeling with his head bowed behind Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, Chojiro Suzaku hesitated for a moment.

"Go ahead."

"Based on the current investigation results, the Adjuchas was likely killed on the spot by Zheng Jing's team in a very short time. After that, it is unknown whether it was the surviving Kylian who left obvious traces at the scene..."

"You mean, Zheng Jing may have fallen into the virtual circle?"

"...It cannot be determined at this time."

As he said this, Chojiro Sasaki buried his furrowed brows even deeper.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni fell silent.

A moment later, he spoke again, his back to Chojiro.

Zheng Jing is listed as "missing".