"You...are here to learn one of the Shinigami's fighting techniques: Kidō!"

The tall Jushiro Saito, wearing a spacious and loose black kimono, looked like an old bat with its wings spread out. While walking around the dojo, he glanced coldly at the students with a scrutinizing eye.

"..." Under the gaze of Saito Jushiro, all the students here felt as if the air around them was suddenly sucked out. They felt exhausted and had difficulty breathing, as if they were really suffocating.

"Ki Dao is an advanced spell that the Shinigami must master. It is divided into three types: breaking the path, binding the path and returning to the path!"

His voice suddenly dropped, almost as soft as a whisper, but every word he spoke was clearly heard by everyone:

“I don’t expect you to have extraordinary attainments in the ghost path like the Great Ghost Daoist Master Ando Seimei——

But at least...you must have the courage to continue using Kidō to fight the enemy to the end even when your Zanpakutō has been broken!!

But--"

Jushiro Saito suddenly turned his attention to Fujin Huato and shouted sternly: "Courage is not used to break the rules and iron laws of the academy! Then, Fujin Huato!"

"Hi... Mr. Saito!" Feng Shen Huatou stood up uneasily under the gaze of more than 200 Shinigami in the audience. At this time, he still didn't know why Saito Jushiro aimed the spear at him for no reason——

"What do you do when you are surrounded by enemies?"

"I...will fight to the end. Even if my Zanpakutō is broken, I will continue to fight with Kidō!" Fugami Huato combined with Saito Jushiro's words just now and gave what he thought was a perfect answer.

"Wrong!" Jushiro Saito raised his ruler and landed heavily on Feng Shen Huatou's shoulder, and then said in a deep voice: "When you are surrounded, I suggest you use Shunbu to escape from danger!"

"Hey..." Feng Shen Huatou was beaten so hard by the ruler, but he didn't dare to move, but he was secretly cursing Saito Jushiro for his lack of moral integrity:

You old guy doesn't play by the rules! You're obviously taking a Kidō class, and you teach Kidō, so what are you talking about Shunpo?

"This is the 20th section of Chapter 4 of "The Me Who Knows Shunpo". Didn't you say you've finished reading it?" Saito Jushiro asked expressionlessly.

"What?! Mr. Saito, what are you doing..." Feng Shen Huafu was shocked. It turned out that Saito Jushiro blamed himself for what happened in the library last night.

"Clean up the dojo after class!" Saito Jushiro did not respond to Feng Shen Huafu, and there was no need to respond. He walked aside and continued to say to everyone:

"Today's lesson starts with the most basic knowledge of ghost ways! Then, please open the first chapter of "Detailed Explanation of Ghost Ways - Elementary", "Breaking the Way."

"Hi……"

"The broken path is a ghost path that aims at attacking and destroying, attacking the opponent directly!

There are a total of 30 types of primary level breaking, and each type of chant is different. During the process of memorizing, you must be careful, careful and careful, and there should be no missing words, omissions or typos!"

"Hi……"

"Everyone, let's start reciting! If you have any questions, please ask me in time! Then... there will be real practice in two hours!"

After Saito Jushiro finished speaking, he returned to the front seat of the dojo with his ruler in hand. While flipping through the textbooks and sipping tea, he also observed every move of the students with the corner of his eye——

"Hey, Fengshen! I didn't expect you to be so famous! You've caught Teacher Saito's attention just after school started!"

"Please don't walk around during class, Kifune!" Fuugami Huato knew that these strange words came from the mouth of Team (16) Kifune, without even looking, so he replied without raising his head.

"Exactly!" Kifuri crossed his arms and said proudly: "I have long remembered the ghost path before the 30th! How different is it from you, who idles around all day and is beaten by the teacher!"

"Haha..." Feng Shen Huafu rolled his eyes and let Kifune realize it for himself, and then asked deliberately:

"Since you are so powerful, why didn't the academy assign you to a special promotion class?"

"This is because--"

"Even if you are not assigned to the special promotion class, it should still be the second class after the promotion class, right?"

Fuugami Huato looked at Kibune, whose face was getting gloomier, and continued to stimulate him: "I heard that Saori, Kotetsu and Yamada are all in that class! Why are you, a genius... why did you end up in the junior class?

?”

"Fujin Huato, you bastard——" Kibune was furious, pointing at Fujin Huato's nose and shouted: "One day, I will make you look good!"

"Okay, then I'll wait and see! Kifune-kun!" Fugami Huato shrugged, gave an insincere expression, and continued to immerse his body and mind in the "Bad Path" chapter of "Elementary Ghost Path"...

…

"Let's start the practical teaching of Kidō! Then, the first group is in place!" Jushiro Saito stood on the side of the dojo and shouted in a low voice.

About 200 people from the three classes of groups 15, 16 and 17 were divided into 20 rows, with more than 10 people in each row, kneeling neatly on the edge of the dojo.

After hearing Jushiro Saito's order, the Shinigami in the first row stepped forward, then raised a finger, pointed it at the human-shaped wooden target more than a hundred meters away, and whispered the ghost path:

"O King! The mask of pain, Landry, is crowned with the joy of fire and the sorrow of cold wind! Anxiety and biting, rushing upstream across the sea! One of the broken roads, rush!"

"Chi!" "Chi!" "Chi!"

As the chanting ended, blue shock waves shot out from the fingertips of the gods of death, shaped like meteors, as fast as lightning, and flew hundreds of meters with just one breath——

"Pop!" "Pap!" "Pap!"

The blue shock wave more or less hit the wooden target, leaving impact marks of varying sizes on it, but there were also many Death God's shock waves that completely missed the target.

"Well..." Saito Jushiro's face was deep, but he didn't say anything. He just turned his head to look at the next row and shouted: "Second group!!"

The same chant, the same scene, some people succeed, some people fail, and they can't even condense the most basic shock wave.

"Next group!" Saito Jushiro's face was as gloomy as water, and he continued to shout for the next row of exercises, and then scored each person's performance on the scoring sheet in his hand——

Fengshen Huatuo's path breaking was not good, but it was not bad either. According to the situation at the scene, it was at least in the middle and upper reaches, because his shock wave successfully created a crack in the wooden target.

After a while, Kidō's practice was over. Saito Jushiro seemed to have completely lost his energy and energy. He waved his hand feebly and said: "Those who are staying in class will be cleaning, and the rest of the class will be dismissed. get out of class is dismissed!"

So everyone dispersed in a hurry, leaving Feng Shen Huateng alone to silently carry a bucket to fetch water, and then started scrubbing along the dojo with a towel...

…

The time passed in the afternoon, and there was a gentle breeze, neither arrogant nor arrogant. The slightly slanting sunlight just filled the No. 1 dojo of Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy.

I saw about 100 people in two classes, 17 and 18, beating each other with sharp, shallow blows. They formed ten circles in the dojo and surrounded a man wearing a white Taoist uniform with a wooden knife on his waist.

They straightened their backs and looked solemn, probably because the unattractive man in front of them was none other than Mamoru Miyamoto Tajima, the teacher who taught kendo!

"Before class, I want you to understand something -"

Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru's eyes were as sharp as miscanthus. He stood as motionless as a mountain, proudly standing in the middle of many Shinigami, and his voice was low and hoarse but full of power:

"The katana you are holding in your hands now are just tools temporarily loaned to you by the academy to learn swordsmanship. None of them are real Zanpakutō!!"

"!!!" Everyone's hearts suddenly trembled, and their eyes towards Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru became eager. Obviously, obtaining a real Zanpakutō is what every Shinigami cares about the most.

"The real Zanpakuto is-" Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru paused for a moment, taking in the expressions of many students, and then continued:
Chapter completed!