In Soul Society, love and bond begin

"After all, I'm not a devil."

Hearing this, Xiao Aizen secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Fujimiya didn't teach him anything during this period, based on the previous fight and his judgment of his own strength, Aizen already had a full judgment of his own strength.

Whether in terms of intelligence or strength, he would never lose to anyone in the academy.

Only on this point does Aizen Sosuke have unparalleled confidence.

"Please give me your orders!"

Fujimiya Makoto reached out his hand, patted him lightly on the head, and said in a warm tone:

"Whatever you think."

"Anyway, try to make a close friend at school."

"?"

Little Aizen, who had been looking confident, was stunned and looked up at him in confusion.

He seemed a little overwhelmed by the request.

"Is this also a request?"

He asked in confusion.

"Of course." Fujimiya Makoto said as a matter of course, "For Aizen, this should be the most difficult thing."

Fujimiya Makoto had his hands tucked into his loose robe sleeves. Although he was wearing a large and conspicuous pure white captain's haori, the people passing by seemed to be unaware of his existence and walked by talking and laughing.

Although he was standing in the middle of a sea of ​​people, he seemed to be standing alone on a mountain top, looking down at him gently.

"After all, Sosuke, you've never completely trusted anyone until now, right?"

"Whether it's me or Kiryu."

"It's very difficult to get into your heart."

"I'm afraid even you can't do it?"

The smile on Aizen Sosuke's face froze slightly, as if he had been casually exposed by him in a casual tone, revealing some secrets hidden deep in his heart.

However, he still tilted his head slightly like a child, as if puzzled:

"What are you talking about?"

"Snapped."

Fujimiya Makoto stretched out his big hand, bent his fingers, and gently tapped his forehead.

Turn around and leave.

"Anyway, keep doing your best."

"..."

Aizen Sosuke stood there in silence for a long time, watching Fujimiya Makoto's back gradually disappear into the distance. His cute face, which still had some baby fat, inadvertently revealed a deep expression that was completely inconsistent with his age.

Until his back was no longer in sight, little Aizen lowered his head, rubbed his slightly red forehead, and whispered to himself:

"That kind of thing, simple and easy."

"It's just that being with someone who can't keep up with me... is completely meaningless."

"If it were you, you would probably understand this."

"Fujimiya Makoto."

Just as he was thinking this silently, a Death God dressed in a pitch-black Death Tyrant outfit came from behind to lead the way and greeted him in a raised voice:

"Students who have completed the test, please gather here!"

Aizen Sosuke turned around, his cute little face regaining the childish joy he had once again. He answered in a resonant voice, drawing out the words along with the others around him:

"Yes--!"

......

"My name is Aizen Sosuke."

"My favorite food is silken tofu, and I hate eggs and scrubbing!"

"I'm good at calligraphy, and my hobbies are reading and practicing calligraphy."

“I hope to enjoy the next six years with you all!”

Only when Aizen sat back in his seat did the students around him turn their slightly surprised gazes away from him.

Little Aizen, however, seemed to have noticed nothing, and fell back to his original position with a sunny smile on his face.

The other students' surprise was not surprising.

Because spiritual pressure and physical fitness tests are required before admission, most of the students present have gone through numerous selections before entering this one-per-class classroom, so they are very clear about how high the admission standards of the Mao Spiritual Arts Academy are now.

For a child of Aizen's age, regardless of whether his spiritual pressure can meet the standard as he grows older, it would be difficult for him to meet the standard in terms of physical tests alone.

Now, since he can come here, it can only mean one thing.

This is a rare talent.

Aizen was not surprised by the surprise of the people around him, after all, this was normal.

In the entire Soul Society, perhaps only the genius couple Fujimiya Makoto and Hikifune Kiryu, as well as a few acquaintances, would be indifferent to the fact that someone had reached the vice-captain level of spiritual power at such a young age.

That is why he is bored by the cognition and wisdom of ordinary people.

Besides.

While others were observing Aizen, he was also observing the other students in the classroom calmly.

Although he disdained Fujimiya's so-called "assessment", Aizen felt that he had to take his request to heart until he surpassed him in strength.

He who knows food is a hero.

It was not until a long time later that his gaze paused slightly on a child in the front row who was about his age.

This guy looks pretty good.

"My name is Mako Hirako."

It was a little kid with a yellow bob. He looked gloomy and listless, and even his voice was on the verge of being audible or inaudible.

“There’s nothing I like, and nothing I dislike.”

"My specialty is writing my name backwards."

Aizen Sosuke inadvertently raised the corners of his lips with a warm smile.

For a guy like this who seems to have suffered some kind of blow, I'm afraid that if you just show him a little kindness, he will stick to you like taffy, right?

The level of spiritual pressure is also quite good.

In this way, I should be able to pass Fujimiya, right?

And it doesn't take much time to maintain friendship.

Aizen Sosuke cherishes the time every day when he can be away from Fujimiya Makoto's sight. He doesn't want to waste his precious time on meaningless things.

Aizen didn't notice.

Just as his eyes fell on the boy with the yellow bob haircut, Makoto Hirako's peripheral vision also looked at him almost simultaneously.

However, this is completely different from Aizen's idea of ​​being anxious to report to Fujimiya Makoto.

Looking at Aizen who was sitting in the back, Makoto Hirako remembered the same treatment she had encountered when she 'last time enrolled'.

The title of genius, the attention of everyone, the envy and admiration of those around...

pity.

All these beautiful scenes, like a filter, were shattered into ashes by the reality of blood and broken limbs on that cruel night.

The weak are the weak.

The instructor and the six reborn seniors were easily torn to pieces in their attempt to stop the monster.

The students who had fled in different directions were also nailed to the ground by the tentacles.

Even senior Yoshida Misaki, who was dragging this idiot who had fallen to the ground and was crying and almost wet his pants, out, was sucked dry.

Captain Sumashi, who came to rescue, was injured and disabled in the battle.

Only he, a guy so cowardly that he had to be protected by others, survived like a coward and returned to school.

During this period of time, Mako Hirako kept recalling the nightmare of that day over and over again, regardless of whether it was right or wrong.

"If I hadn't been like this idiot, obsessed with the title of genius, and instead worked hard on my training, even achieving my Zanpakutō Shikai..."

"If it were Yoshida-senpai and Captain Sumashi, wouldn't something like that happen?"

As Mako Hirako thought about this, her expression beneath her bangs grew heavier. She crossed her hands, her fingers locked tightly together, and she didn't notice the passage of time at all.

Just when he didn't know how many times he was blaming himself like this.

A small hand suddenly stretched out from beside him.

Above the child's palm, a faint spiritual light condensed into the shape of a butterfly, gently fluttering its wings, fluttering and dancing in circles, with a little spiritual light dotted on its tail.

I caught his gaze inadvertently.

Mako Hirako frowned, glanced at the little hand beside her, then raised her head and looked at her peer who had come to her side at some point.

"What's up?"

His voice was slightly deeper.

The spiritual light in Aizen Sosuke's palm dissipated, and he tilted his head slightly, a smile as warm as the sun blooming on his face, and he confidently extended his hand towards him:

"Hello, my name is Aizen Sosuke."

"Your name is Hirako Mako, right?"

"Excuse me, can I be your friend?"

Mako Hirako looked at him coldly, with a gloomy look that was completely different from her age on her young face.

He stared at Aizen for a long time, and his eyes seemed to reflect the shadow of the coward who was happily playing in the class all day not long ago.

After the situation remained deadlocked for a few seconds, Pingzi suddenly spoke in a low voice:

"Feel sorry."

"Guys like you..."

"I hate it the most."

The confident smile on Aizen's face suddenly froze.

"Eh?"

......

Chapter 209: Aizen's Tips for Making Friends

For three whole days, Sosuke couldn't figure out how he had offended that guy.

Or why he has such strong hostility towards himself.

Aizen sat at the table, maintaining a straight posture, his eyes always fixed on the blackboard in front of him, but his mind was thinking about completely irrelevant issues.

Although he was reluctant to admit it, after encountering this setback, he seemed to understand a little bit why Fujimiya threw himself into this "kindergarten".

No matter how smart a person is, he will always encounter things that are difficult to understand before he has experienced them.

However, his luck didn't seem to be always so bad.

Just as Sosuke was thinking about all sorts of things, a small hand reached out silently from the seat next to him and poked his thigh.