In Soul Society, love and bond begin

Aizen seemed to have anticipated what was going to happen next and looked at the two of them with interest.

as predicted.

Ze Yueshang stood in front of everyone with a bamboo sword in his hand.

He stared at Mako Hirako and Seinosuke Yamada in the crowd with unfriendly eyes.

Covet.

"Ms. Kono is on leave today, so I'll be filling in for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at the two of them with a kind smile.

"Yamada, Hirako!"

"You should be prepared, right?"

"Eh--!?"

Yamada Seinosuke suddenly stretched out his tone: "Isn't what happened in last class already over?!"

"You guys clearly used the binding technique."

"what are you saying?"

Ze Yueshang smiled gently: "This time it's a special practice."

He turned his head and shouted, "The rest of you will form teams and practice sparring!"

"Yamada and Heiko, you two will spar with me!"

"I alone am enough."

However, just when Yamada Seinosuke wanted to continue playing the emotional card, he saw Hirako Mako walking over with a cocky look on his face, looking gloomy as if everyone owed him money.

"You guy..."

Unlike other students, although Ze Yueshang is a teacher transferred temporarily, he also knows that Hirako Mako is one of the few survivors of the last academy incident.

Moreover, because of the sudden encounter with the bloody incident, it seems to have left a very deep psychological trauma.

Seeing him like this, I felt a little at a loss.

But, it was in the blind spot of his vision.

Sosuke seemed to have thought of something and snapped his fingers lightly.

Ze Yueshang's expression froze, and his eyes suddenly changed, seeming a little cold.

"If you say so, you should be prepared to be beaten, right?"

Mako Hirako didn't say anything. She picked up a bamboo sword from the weapon rack next to her and held it in her hand. She looked at him with a serious expression on her face.

The students around them also cast their eyes in their direction, and even during the sparring they unconsciously began to slack off, all looking like they were watching a show.

"If I didn't have that realization, there's no way I could have returned to this damn place."

As Mako Hirako thought this in her heart, several familiar figures seemed to flash across her eyes.

The hand holding the bamboo sword suddenly tightened a little.

"drink!"

The force from his feet was transmitted layer by layer, and the small body suddenly flew out like lightning.

The students around him suddenly had a look of surprise in their eyes.

Among all of them, Pingzi's speed was astonishingly fast.

However, this level is only considered "acceptable" in the eyes of a formal Death God like Ze Yueshang.

Not to mention, before his transfer, he was the fourteenth officer of the Third Division.

"Snapped!"

With just one blow, a sound like firecrackers suddenly exploded between the two bamboo swords.

Mako Hirako's arms couldn't stop shaking, and even felt a little numb.

Faintly, the huge spiritual pressure surging from the other party's body made him feel as if he could hardly breathe.

This kind of power! This kind of spiritual pressure!

Is this the level of a formal Death God?

Ze Yueshang tilted and turned the bamboo sword in his hand, and swung it diagonally with the force of the recoil, at an astonishing speed.

Mako Hirako's heart trembled. Compared with other classmates, he had nearly a year more experience in swordsmanship, which allowed him to react immediately. The bamboo sword in his hand was deflected as if it was stuck to the opponent's blade.

However, the immense force caused his wrist to swell and ache unconsciously, and the hand controlling the knife subconsciously slowed down by a half second.

"Snapped--"

The bamboo sword swung down sharply and immediately cut Pingzi's ribs, causing him to almost suffocate due to the pain.

"You're only at this level, yet you dare to speak so arrogantly?"

Ze Yueshang's voice was cold, but the bamboo sword in his hand showed no intention of stopping and continued to swing towards Pingzi.

That ruthless and decisive posture was as if he was facing a real enemy.

Mako Hirako paused in the severe pain, but the moment he heard the sound, he immediately rolled on the ground, twisted his body, swung his knife, and chopped it down towards Ze Yueshang's head with red eyes.

"what!"

However, no matter how resolute the momentum is, it cannot change the harsh reality.

Facing the full-strength sword attack from Hirako Makoto, Ze Yueshang simply took a step back and easily dodged it.

At the same time, the bamboo sword in his hand swung down from top to bottom, hitting him right on the top of the head.

"noodle!"

Crisp and loud.

Mako Hirako fell to the ground with a thud.

Yamada Seinosuke was watching in amazement.

Although it was indeed unwise to offend Teacher Zeyue in the last class, wasn’t it a bit too shady this time?

Is he going to be beaten so severely soon?

Not only him, but even the students around him who were pretending to practice sparring were watching this scene with some dismay.

After all, they are just starting out, so there is no need to train so hard, right?

However, just as Yamada was thinking this.

Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a small figure walking past him and stepping forward.

"Eh?"

"Soyousuke!"

Ze Yueshang looked down at the student in front of him calmly, his hand still holding the knife, and his tone was cold:

"What's up? Pingzi."

"You keep saying all this and that, but is this all you can do?"

"stand up."

Makoto Hirako still held the bamboo sword tightly in his hand, completely ignoring the spiritual pressure that was making him feel a little breathless. He gritted his teeth and stood up by holding on to the ground.

However, when he heard Ze Yueshang's words, his heart trembled unconsciously.

Immediately afterwards, an even stronger rage than before suddenly surged into his brain, and even his voice became higher, and he swung the bamboo sword in his hand forward without any order.

"what!"

However, this light knife was deflected by Ze Yueshang lightly.

The bamboo sword in his hand was suddenly raised high, and the spiritual pressure around him rose to the peak, making Hirako Mako, who was standing in front of Zeyue, seem to be half-frozen, with his whole body stiff.

All the students around subconsciously froze and looked in the direction of the two people sparring.

With a whistling sound, the bamboo sword swept down.

"Snapped--!"

There was a crisp sound.

Mako Hirako's gaze couldn't help but freeze.

Ze Yueshang seemed to wake up suddenly, looking at the scene in front of him in shock.

Aizen Sosuke had stood in front of Hirako Mako at some point, raised his little hand high, and easily caught the bamboo sword that was swinging down from the air.

"Wow!"

A blazing white shock wave spread out, sweeping behind the two of them, raising a diffuse cloud of dust. The wind blew the corners of the students' clothes.

Aizen Sosuke stood still.

He took the blow without seeming to notice anything, and the smile on his face remained gentle and warm.

"Teacher Zeyue."

"Why don't we just stop here?"

......

Chapter 210 You Don't Want to...

After class.

Yamada Seinosuke tilted his head, stretched his neck, and put on a typical teasing expression of a male kid. He moved closer to Hirako Mako and drew out his words provocatively.

"Kora, Kora!"

"Just Pingzi, he was knocked down in just two or three hits!"

"Even before, he was so arrogant in front of that stupid teacher Zeyue."

"In the end, it was Sosuke who helped you block it. You can't even say 'thank you~'?"

However, Hirako Makoto simply sat in the corner holding the shallow sword, staring straight at the center of the dojo without saying a word.

He acted as if he didn't hear the provocative voice coming from beside him at all.

"Wow—"

After a while, a burst of noise came from the crowd in the center of the temple.

Mako Hirako's gaze also tightened.

Aizen Sosuke and Sawa Koshigami, who were in the center of the crowd, bowed to each other and went their separate ways.

Amid the cheers all around, the small Aizen walked through the crowd and out along the path that had been separated by everyone.

There was a sunny smile on her gentle face, but it was a bit shy. She seemed a little embarrassed to say something to the classmates around her as she walked towards Hirako Mako and Yamada Seinosuke.

"Hey, Sosuke!"

"This way."

Yamada waved at him, and when he looked up, he immediately revealed his small pig head with a bruised nose and face from being beaten with a bamboo sword.

It contrasts nicely with Pingzi's large pig head.

Just now, after Aizen blocked Sawakoshi's sword, he was immediately called onto the field by Sawakoshi and given a good "love".

If Aizen had not stepped forward in advance and asked to fight with Zeyue, his injuries would probably not be much worse than Hirako's.

What's more, his talent in the art of killing is much worse than his talent in the way of ghosts.

"Seinosuke!"

Aizen also waved his hand and ran to their side. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said softly, "Teacher Zeyue really deserves to be the former chief officer. He was completely suppressed."

"What?! Isn't it because that guy relies on his age?"