In Soul Society, love and bond begin

"Whoosh, whoosh."

Little Aizen turned his head in the direction of the finger, and then saw a young man who was half a head taller than him and looked to be about eight or nine years old as a human being sitting upright in his original seat. However, the hand under the table secretly handed him a small note.

He subconsciously felt a little confused at first.

Did this guy understand everything?

It's really hidden.

However, when he took the note, he saw a line of words written crookedly on it.

"I don't have my textbook with me, can you lend it to me?"

Sosuke looked at the note, then looked at the book that the guy had pretentiously spread out on the table.

After a closer look, I realized that it was clearly a classical novel with the same cover color.

"..."

His expression paused for a moment, but he soon revealed a gentle smile. He moved the book in his hand towards him and whispered:

"Then let's watch it together."

The young man also seemed to have breathed a sigh of relief. He moved his buttocks a little closer to him and said in a low voice:

"Ah, thank you so much."

"Otherwise I really don't know what to do."

"By the way, my name is Yamada Seinosuke."

"Just call me by my name."

Hearing him say this, little Aizen inadvertently breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that not everyone is as unreasonable as the girl with yellow hair just now, it’s just that I’m unlucky.

"My name is Aizen Sosuke, please give me your guidance."

"Here."

Just as he agreed, he saw Yamada Seinosuke take out a small piece of yellow stuff from his sleeve, gently break it open and hand him half.

"This is a thank you gift." Yamada Seinosuke said with a grin, "It's malt sugar I made myself."

“It took a lot of effort.”

"Hmm?" Sosuke was also startled and took it from him. "It's really rare. Thank you."

"right!"

"I have a big tank at home!"

"But it's impossible to sell it in Rukongai."

Yamada Seinosuke looked very proud. While the teacher in front of him turned around, he quietly stuffed the half piece of malt candy into his mouth and held it slowly.

Sosuke could understand.

In Soul Society, those with spiritual power like them who need to eat to maintain their spiritual existence are actually very rare.

The vast majority of "whole beings" only need to drink water to maintain their existence. Many of them have even lost their human senses and only rely on the impressions in their memories to maintain their existence. They will soon dissipate and be reincarnated.

Because of this, farming and brewing in Rukongai is a completely thankless job.

Only in the stable and high-numbered Rukongai districts is there a certain commercial demand - even this small part is mostly centered around the economic order established by Seireitei and the Shinigami.

Sosuke looked at Yamada Seinosuke, whose eyes narrowed slightly because of the sweetness.

'It's not like there are weirdos everywhere.'

"Besides, there are people like this who like to do things that are thankless."

As he thought this, he also broke off a small piece of malt sugar.

Very sweet and a bit sticky.

It's a bit hard to swallow.

Just as he was swallowing hard, the teacher in front of him suddenly looked over here.

Seeing this, Sosuke narrowed his eyes slightly, and reached out his hand as fast as lightning to poke Yamada's waist, while moving the textbook towards him. He kept his head down reading the book to cover up his chewing movements.

Yamada was startled by the poke and subconsciously turned his head in his direction.

When she saw the textbook that Aizen was holding close to, she finally reacted and smiled at him in a friendly manner.

However, Yamada did not notice that the bulge on his left cheek was exposed to the teacher's eyes the moment he turned his head.

"Yamada Seinosuke, what are you chewing?!"

"Spit it out!"

Sure enough, the teacher noticed his tiny movement at a glance, raised the ruler and shouted loudly.

"There is no tree at all!"

Yamada Seinosuke shuddered all over and answered before he could swallow the candy in his mouth.

As a result, the back teeth were stuck together by the sticky candy, and even the tone of the voice changed.

"Hahahaha-"

There was a burst of laughter in the class.

In contrast, the young Grim Reaper sat on the podium, as gloomy as water.

"go out."

"Stand in the corridor!"

Yamada Seinosuke looked as if struck by lightning, and glanced in Sosuke's direction as if asking for help.

Unfortunately, Mr. Sosuke had no intention of being arrested with him and still had that serious look on his face.

This is your fate, Seinosuke.

However, the teacher on the podium had no intention of letting them go and pointed in Sosuke's direction.

"And you, Aizen Sosuke!"

"You two were talking quietly just now, right?"

"You get out too!"

Yamada Seinosuke, who had just been in grief, suddenly smiled again.

However, Aizen remained unfazed and spoke clearly:

"What are you talking about, Mr. Zeyue?"

"I just lent it to Yamada-san out of kindness because he didn't bring his textbook."

Taking advantage of the short time he had just taken, he had already swallowed the malt sugar.

"Is that so?"

Teacher Zeyue frowned, turned his head, and looked at Yamada with an even more hostile look:

"Stand with the chair on your head!"

Yamada's eyes widened suddenly. He looked at the teacher and then at Aizen, as if he wanted to say something. But in the end, he said nothing and walked out of the classroom dejectedly.

Why do I always feel like I'm being tricked?

Just as he was thinking this, when he passed the seat in front of him, he heard Hirako Mako snort in a cold tone.

Yamada Seinosuke immediately glared at the younger sister in annoyance, pushed up the chair, and strode out the door.

Until he ran to the door, the more he thought about it, the more dissatisfied he became. He suddenly stuck his head into the classroom and stuck out his tongue provocatively at Teacher Zeyue:

“Lululu——!”

"You guy?!"

Teacher Zeyue rushed out with a ruler in hand.

Yamada Seinosuke dropped the chair and ran away.

Mako Hirako sat in her original seat and glanced outside the classroom door with a gloomy expression.

One after another, they are all idiots who don't know how cruel the world is.

This seemingly false sense of peace that surrounded him made Hirako Makoto increasingly dissatisfied, and gave him an urge to vent.

The laughter in the classroom did not stop there, and continued sporadically for a while.

In the closed environment of the Maou Spiritual Arts Academy, where both the number of classes and the teaching content are quite dense, this is one of the rare pleasures they have.

Sosuke turned his head and looked at the classmates around him who were laughing quietly.

There was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

It wasn't until a long time later that I understood.

If it was before he met Fujimiya Makoto, he would probably have naturally classified this phenomenon as the difference between "talented people" and "vulgar monkeys" and laughed it off.

However, because of what Fujimiya Makoto had said to him before, Aizen was a little confused.

"What exactly does Fujimiya want me to understand?"

Sosuke couldn't help but think deeply in his heart.

But just as he was thinking this.

"Boom-"

The girl with yellow bob hair in the front row suddenly stood up and kicked the desk in front of her over. The books and stationery on the desk fell to the ground with a loud and crisp rustling sound.

Mako Hirako stood at the front of the classroom, turned to look at everyone behind her, and suddenly raised the tone of her voice.

“It’s so noisy——!”

"You peace fools!"

"..."

The whole classroom fell silent.

Lian Sosuke looked at the girl with a short hairstyle in the front in some surprise, but his eyes lit up.

Before the people in the classroom could react, Makoto Hirako had already picked up the well-maintained shallow-blade at his waist and strode out of the classroom.

It was not until two or three seconds later that the students in the classroom realized that they were being scolded, and they began to shout and curse in dissatisfaction.

However, I don't quite understand why that guy is so angry.

However, even though Mr. Zeyue was only an insignificant low-ranking officer in the Gotei 13, he was still able to easily deal with these students who had just enrolled.

In just a short while, he caught the two guys who skipped class and brought them back to the classroom. He tied them up in front of the door and hung them up for the entire class.

I was so angry that my liver was shaking.

However, even though she was hung at the door, Mako Hirako still looked unconvinced.

"These guys just don't understand."

"What kind of enemies will they face after becoming the God of Death?"

Until the next sword-slaying class, Mako Hirako was still leaning in the corner, holding the shallow sword tightly as if protecting something precious, looking at the classmates who started sparring, and muttering to herself in a low voice.

If it was the monster that night.

It only takes one tentacle to tear everyone present into pieces.

"whispering sound."

"Then you understand?"

Yamada Seinosuke stood by and sneered at him with disdain, quite childishly.

Who made this guy humph at me before?

However, Mako Hirako seemed not to hear his voice and stared at Sensei Zeyue who was approaching from the gym entrance.

"Why is this guy here again? Where's Mr. Kono?"

Yamada Seinosuke immediately cried out, and an ominous premonition suddenly arose in his heart.