The next morning, the sun was shining brightly and there was a cool breeze.

In the classroom of the first year (17) group, more than 80 Shinigami are sitting on the bench waiting for the arrival of the teacher——

This morning was the theory class of Jushiro Saito, the head teacher, so Feng Shen Huafu sat obediently in the last row of the classroom, leaning against the window. Next to him sat the blond Tatsuma Fujiwara and the red-haired girl Achu:

They looked indifferent, as if nothing happened last night. They held a copy of "Traveling with Killian" and talked quietly together. From time to time, they could hear Fujiwara Tatsuma's mean laughter...

"Did I really dream yesterday..."

Seeing that the two of them didn't look like they were faking it, Feng Shen Hua Teng began to doubt the authenticity of last night. When he was struggling, he saw Saito Jushiro walking into the classroom in a hurry, then put down the teaching materials and said to everyone

:

"Everyone! If you want to become a god of death who can stand alone, you must perfectly combine theory with practice!

So, don’t underestimate any theory course! Then, open the textbook "Into Soul Society" and let us learn about the origin of Soul Society..."

"Hi……"

…

Four hours later, Saito Jushiro's voice stopped abruptly when the long bell of the college rang. He closed the book full of regret, looked around the classroom, and sighed:

"I hope you will review well after class and strive to get good results in the test three months later! Then, get out of class is over, get out of class is over!" After saying that, he turned and left the classroom.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah! The old antique's class is finally over!" Fujiwara Tatsuma yawned and stretched, then threw the book on the table and asked Ah Chu next to him: "Ah Chu, what are you doing this afternoon?

class?"

"Hayakawa-sensei's teachings on white fighting and shunpo, together with group 20, at the No. 4 dojo."

"Oh? Shunpo... that's your strong point, Feng Shen!" Fujiwara Tatsuma glanced at the silent Feng Shen Huafu, and said teasingly:

"I hope you won't be as careless as yesterday this time!" After saying that, he took Ah Chu out of the classroom and disappeared into the sea of ​​people in the blink of an eye.

"..." Fujin Huafu walked out of the classroom without saying a word and walked in the opposite direction to Fujiwara Tatsuma——

He thinks that he is not a genius, so he can only continue to practice while others are eating and taking lunch breaks, so that he will not be eliminated in the test three months later...

So Feng Shen Huateng went against the flow of people and came to Xiaojing Lake in the southeast corner of the academy. In addition to the cherry blossom trees, there were 40 dojos 1-40 dedicated to practical training in the academy. He saw the closest dojo gate No. 2

It was open and he walked in.

It was noon at the right time, and the academy's Shinigami were having their lunch and taking a lunch break. There was actually a girl practicing ghost technique in the No. 2 dojo that was originally thought to be deserted:

"O King! Masks of flesh and blood, all things, flying high, bearing the name of mankind! Heat and strife, rolling southward across the sea, marching forward! The Thirty-One of the Broken Paths - Red Cannon!

"

"boom!"

A red fireball erupted from her palm, blowing the wooden target a hundred meters away to pieces. Feng Shen Huateng was shocked when he saw it:

"The power of the red artillery just now was so terrifying. It looked like an officer was using Kidō! If she is just a student like myself, it only means that this guy... is really strong!"

On the other side, Ise Nanao, who had finished using the ghost path, had already noticed that someone was peeping from the side. She felt quite unhappy and wanted to teach that person a small lesson.

So she quietly adjusted her glasses, then turned around sharply, and unleashed a ghost path on the wind god Hua Teng: "Binding Dao No. 4: This rope!"

"laugh!"

I saw a rope-like light cord made with spiritual power, like a long swimming snake, quickly scurrying to the feet of Feng Shen Huateng, tying his hands and feet tightly!

"Hey, linen belt!" Feng Shen Hua Teng, whose hands and feet were bound, "plopped" and fell into the mud. After he saw the girl's appearance clearly, he hurriedly shouted:

"Ms. Ise, I am Fujin Huafu from the first-year (17) group! We met in the library the night before!"

"So it's... you! Mr. Feng Shen?" Ise Nanao walked over slowly, looked at Feng Shen Huatou, and asked doubtfully: "Then... what are you doing here?"

"Like you, I want to find a place to practice." Feng Shen Huatu shook his body and said to Ise Nanao: "Then, Miss Ise, can you help me untie it first?"

"Ah! I'm sorry, I just hate being peeped by others..." Ise Nanao unlocked the ghost path and sincerely apologized to Fujin Huato.

"This...it's nothing. It should be said that I disturbed Miss Ise first!" Feng Shen Huatu scratched his head and saw that the surroundings were empty, so he asked: "Why don't Miss Ise go to eat?"

"I... am not very hungry, so... I want to practice a little longer." Ise Nanao adjusted her glasses and said with some shame, "But now, I feel a little hungry again."

"Oh! Then Miss Ise, go and have dinner! Leave this place to me!" Feng Shen Huatu said with a smile: "I will clean this place before class in the afternoon!"

"Well... then it's up to you, Feng Shen-kun!" Ise Nanao nodded, then packed up his things and walked out the door.

Feng Shen Huateng also took off the katana on his back and prepared to practice the swordsmanship he learned from the white-clothed swordsman, "Twin Heavens First Class".

"By the way, Feng Shen-kun!" Ise Nanao suddenly stopped, turned around and said to Feng Shen Hua Teng.

"What?"

"Teacher Man Yue asked you to go to the teaching office today..." Ise Nanao smiled sheepishly and explained:

"It happened last time in the library. I helped you apply for an extension...but you only have one day, so don't be late!"

"I understand! Thank you, Miss Ise!"

"Then I'll go first! I'll leave this to you!" Ise Nanao bowed slightly to Fugami Huato, and then left quickly.

"..." Feng Shen Huatou withdrew his gaze from Ise Nanao, turned to shallow fighting, and silently practiced kendo——

One knife, two knives, three or four knives...

Five knives, six knives, seven or eight knives...

Nine knives, ten knives, eleven knives...

…

Time flew by quickly, and two hours passed in the blink of an eye. Feng Shen Huateng put the light aside, wiped the sweat from his forehead, picked up the bucket and rag in the corner, and began to clean the floor——

"Hey, who are you?!"

Just as Feng Shen Hua Teng was mopping the floor, a very sudden voice sounded behind him.

"What?" Feng Shen Huateng stopped and looked up, only to see a tall, fat man holding pancakes swaggering in from the door of the dojo surrounded by two companions.

"Let me ask you -" the tall fat man leaned over and shouted to Feng Shen Huateng with his huge face: "Who are you??"

"Before asking for other people's names, you should give your own name first, right?" Feng Shen Huateng squinted his eyes and looked at the fat man who ate like a pig, and asked calmly.

"Ask for advice?" The fat man seemed to have heard some invisible words, and he immediately held his fleshy belly and laughed: "Ah hahaha, I said you are a guy who can't tell the difference-"

The two companions next to the fat man also laughed loudly. It took a long time to calm down. One of them, a skinny boy who looked like an African giant monkey, pointed at the nose of Fengshen Huateng and shouted:

"You stupid guy, how dare you let the young master of the Omaeda family ask you, a Rukongai guy, for advice? Are you afraid you want to get beaten??"

"Really?" Feng Shen Huateng sneered and didn't want to talk to them anymore. He picked up the rag again and bent down to continue mopping the floor.

"Mopping the floor?!" Another boy, who was dark and black and looked like a chimpanzee, kicked the bucket away, then grabbed the Fengshen painted vine and said fiercely:

"I haven't asked you yet! What are you, a Rukongai guy doing, running into our exclusive dojo for nobles?!"

"This is... an exclusive dojo for nobles?" Feng Shen Huateng suddenly realized. No wonder the facilities and equipment here are better than other dojos. It turns out that it is an exclusive dojo for noble young masters——

"Speak! You arrogant guy!!" The boy who was holding on to the wind god painting vine was as manic as a chimpanzee, trying to throw the latter out with his backhand——

As a result, he only heard the words "One of the broken paths: Charge!" in his ears, and then his whole body was hit by the shock wave from his lower back and flew to the wall. His eyes suddenly went black and he fainted.

"You, you're done!" the skinny boy next to him said with a stern expression, "How dare you beat up a nobleman!! I want to report it to the teacher——"

"Broken Path No. 4: White Thunder!" Feng Shen Hua Teng released a thunder from his fingertips, knocking the monkey to the ground, and then picked up Qian Da who was leaning against the wall.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, the fat man turned around to run away, but as soon as he took two steps with his fat thighs, he saw the wind god painted vine suddenly appeared in front of him. He was suddenly frightened and fell to the ground.

"No, don't hit me, don't hit me!" The fat man held his head and begged repeatedly: "I have been weak since I was a child, and I can't stand a little beating."

"Don't worry, I won't hit you!" Feng Shen Hua Teng put away his slap and said.

"Really?" The fat man raised his head and looked at Feng Shen Huateng with hope. However, when he saw a punch flying towards him, he immediately screamed, covered his eyes and lay on the ground wailing: "You're not going to hit me.

Is that?!"

"Sorry! I couldn't hold it back just now!" Feng Shen Huateng said apologetically: "Stop howling, I really won't hit you! But... I have a few questions to ask you."

"What's the problem?" The fat man sat up from the ground with a wary look on his face, then covered his eyes and shrank back.

"Do you know who I am?!"

"No, I don't know... who are you??" The fat man saw Feng Shen Huateng's solemn face, and secretly cursed in his heart:

Seeing how arrogant he is, even my Omaeda family doesn't take him seriously! Could it be that... he is a son of a noble family that I don't know?

"Then do you know which class I am in?" Feng Shen Huateng asked again.

"No, I don't know...which class are you in?" After the fat man heard this question, he began to wonder again:

Seeing how powerful he is, he can easily defeat Aso Jiro and Oba Junichiro! Could it be... that he was specially promoted to the class?

But……

Among the students in the special promotion class who came from Rukongai, the most powerful guy is a guy with "69" tattooed on his face and his name is Hisagi Shuhei...

There’s no “69” on this guy’s face?! Then who is he?

While the fat man was hesitating, he saw the wind god painted vine suddenly smile evilly: "It's okay if you don't know me, bye bye!!"

"you--"

"Bang!" Feng Shen Hua Teng raised his foot and stepped on the fat man's big face, then launched Shunpo, and the whole person disappeared from the latter's sight in an instant.

After a long time, the fat man realized that the guy was just trying to shake himself!
Chapter completed!