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Everyone turned their heads and looked in Aizen's direction.

After hearing this, Aizen Sosuke finally understood what Fujimiya Makoto wanted to do.

"I'm here."

He stood up respectfully in front of everyone.

"Come with me."

"Yes!"

......

The Shinigami who led him out of the classroom was named Ando Motosuke, the seventh seat of the third squad.

As they walked along, he did not show any disrespect even to a guy like Aizen who looked like just a child.

On the contrary, the attitude is surprisingly good.

However, Aizen Sosuke did not show the arrogance of a young child like other children. Instead, he spoke to him politely and tried to test his judgment.

It’s a pity that Ando Nanasi kept her mouth shut and didn’t reveal any useful information.

It was not until the two of them walked all the way from the southwest side of the Shinō Spiritual Arts Academy to the center of the entire Soul Society that Aizen vaguely realized the scale of this 'early graduation'.

"Clang."

The heavy metal door opened inward.

Ando Nanashi half-knelt in front of the door and reported with his head bowed:

"Report."

"The student of Shinō Spiritual Arts Academy, Aizen Sosuke, has been brought here."

"Let him in."

A slightly hoarse and dull sound came from the deepest part of the hall and maintained the perfect volume until it rang in the ears of the two people.

Aizen also maintained a half-kneeling and bowing posture.

However, he recognized the identity of the person from the voice.

"Captain Yamamoto?"

"That Fujimiya guy really loves a big scene."

He thought so in his mind.

However, when Yiling raised his head, Aizen's gaze froze for a moment, and even his heartbeat stopped for a beat.

In the center of this inconspicuous hall, figures wearing pure white feather robes stood on both sides with the captain at the center.

Behind them, kneeling in rows were powerful Death Gods who were at least as powerful as high-ranking officers.

Almost the moment Aizen stepped into the conference hall, everyone turned their eyes to him.

The heavy and solid surging spiritual pressure could even freeze most ordinary shinigami in place, making breathing extremely difficult.

However, facing this grand scene, Aizen only paused for a moment, then walked in as if nothing had happened, and went straight to the center of the captains. The captain-general half-knelt on the ground in a very polite manner.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, as he had been doing for the past thousand years, knelt quietly at the front, looking solemnly at the little guy who was approaching him.

Somehow, the image of that kid Fujimiya Makoto appearing in front of him hundreds of years ago seemed to appear before his eyes.

Of course.

The result of that meeting was not very pleasant.

Thinking of this, the old man quietly glanced at the scabbard on Aizen's waist with his peripheral vision, and felt secretly relieved.

well.

No tabi.

that's enough.

Perhaps because of the comparison with Fujimiya Makoto, this old man is really easy to satisfy now.

Perhaps he noticed the old man's sidelong glance at him, and Fujimiya Makoto curled his lips silently.

He won't just play with tabi now, okay?

This brief interlude did not last long.

After just a moment's observation, Captain Yamamoto asked calmly:

"Aizen Sosuke."

"Do you know why I summoned you this time?"

"Students heard that it was about applying for early graduation."

Aizen still kept his head bowed, glancing secretly at Fujimiya Makoto, trying to get some hint, but he was quite honest when answering.

But unfortunately, Fujimiya Makoto just pretended not to see it.

Yamamoto remained noncommittal and continued, "You were an eyewitness to the 'Achukas-class Hollow attack' incident that occurred during the academy's field training a few days ago."

"According to the testimony of the eyewitnesses at the time, it was you who killed that special Hollow with a single strike."

"Is this true?"

Not getting an answer from Fujimiya Makoto is itself a kind of answer.

Aizen took a deep breath and responded calmly:

"Yes."

In an instant, the feeling of having everyone's eyes on him crept back onto his back.

The captains looked at him with a mixture of surprise, scrutiny, and indifference.

However, the vice-captains and senior officers kneeling behind the captains looked at Aizen with much more seriousness.

No matter what method he used to do this, the fact that he was able to single-handedly kill a Hollow of the level of Achukas meant that this kid's strength was at least on par with theirs.

Death has always been a profession that does not value qualifications but only achievements.

However, even after hearing these words with their own ears, there were still a small number of people among the kneeling crowd who had a flash of indifference or even hostility in their eyes.

Seniority is one thing, but the humiliation and unwillingness of being bossed around by a young guy who just graduated is another.

There are always some people in this world who don't know the importance of their own abilities.

"very good."

Looking at the calm demeanor of the little guy in front of him, Yamamoto sighed inwardly and continued, "If that's the case, it's unnecessary to have you train at the Shinō Spiritual Academy any longer. It's time to bring you directly into the team."

"Everyone."

The old man raised his head and faced the captains present: "Do you have any objections to Aizen Sosuke graduating early?"

There was silence in the field.

In fact, most of the captains felt that it was superfluous for Old Man Shan to make such a high-profile proposal at the captains' meeting today to ask a student to graduate early.

If you have to say what's special about this kid, it's probably just one thing.

He is someone's disciple.

Thinking of this, many people turned their eyes towards Fujimiya Makoto.

Are you paving the way for your disciples?

Just as they were about to look away, they saw Fujimiya Makoto suddenly step out from the crowd.

He seemed to have noticed the doubts and indifference in the eyes of those around him, and smiled:

"Lord Captain."

"Graduating early is unprecedented in the three hundred years since the academy opened."

"To prevent others from using excuses to promote their cronies in the future, I request that the captain establish a strict assessment process to set an example of fairness and justice for future generations."

Fujimiya Makoto never believes in the "wisdom" of future generations.

Upon hearing this, many people looked at each other in surprise.

From what Captain Fujimiya said, it seems like he wants to have a head-on confrontation?

"How should the assessment format be formulated?" Yamamoto continued to ask calmly.

Fujimiya Makoto turned his head, glanced at everyone around him, looked at the officers and vice-captains who seemed a little agitated, and said with a smile:

"The minimum standard is to defeat a third-rank official in a one-on-one match."

"Wow—"

There was a sudden burst of restless noise from the crowd behind the captains.

Many people looked in the direction of Fujimiya Makoto in surprise.

It's not that the requirements are too low, but that they are too high.

You have to know that there are only thirteen members and three seats in the entire Gotei Thirteen. Even if you count them on your fingers and include the Kidōshu, the Sealing Squad, and the Barrier Group, these people can at least be ranked in the top 100 of the entire Soul Society's strength list. They have all been honed in countless battles.

Many of them are even qualified to serve as captains in emergencies at special moments.

A mere student is going to challenge these strong men just to graduate early?

Lost your mind?

However, Yamamoto nodded as if it was a matter of course.

"Then let's just take it as a normal practice."

"Starting from this time."

"Yes."

Fujimiya Makoto smiled gently.

But the next second, he looked around with a somewhat provocative and sharp gaze, his eyes sharp, specifically looking at those guys who seemed to be indifferent, his smile undiminished:

"Is there anyone willing to sign up?"

Aizen Souke, who was half-kneeling on the spot, had a slightly confused look on his face.

Does this mean to 'clear his name'?

Just, why?

"..."

The whole place was silent.

Everyone waited in silence.

This kind of assessment is of absolutely no benefit to them.

It's embarrassing to win, and even more embarrassing to lose.

“Ah…”

"What a hassle, you guys."

Saito held the knife in his hand, yawned softly, and complained with half-drooped eyelids: "Hurry up and finish the fight and disperse quickly. I'm still waiting for lunch! I'm starving and it's time for a nap."

"It's all your fault, you idiot."

Unohana Yachiru looked at the scene in front of him with a smile on his face, and glanced around with his eyes slightly narrowed.

Although I have heard Cheng talk about the boy's talent many times, I still have to see his fighting style with my own eyes to understand why Cheng values ​​him.

After waiting for a moment, a tall woman with a bun-haired head stood up from the third squad's position, her mouth opening with a Kansai accent with a tongue-twisting sound, and she was very irritable:

"Kora!"

"What a genius, what a genius! It's so annoying!"

"Why do all the troubles always fall on the third seat?"

Yan Yuanjinle, the captain of the third squad, immediately tightened the steel door. Kyoraku Shunsui, who was standing beside him, was also silent as a mouse. He had no way to deal with the young woman who looked like a gangster sister who walked out from behind him.

"Ahem, Chitetsu."

"Calm down, Captain, are you still..."