District 49 of West Rukongai

"Hello, Dōsan."

Hello, classmate.

Dōsan bowed very formally, startling the female classmate who had spoken first, who hurriedly returned the bow.

"Hey, Boss Dōsan, good morning!"

Sōji Sanjō stood up and raised his hand to greet Dōsan. He was slightly surprised to see Inorei Hikaru next to Dōsan.

Dōsan hurriedly returned the greeting.

A large group of students came up to Dōsan, some introducing themselves and others saying good morning.

Whether they join a noble subordinate organization or become Soul Reapers, a powerful yet humble Dōsan Hanyū will at least reach the Vice-Captain-level in the future.

They couldn't bring themselves to hate him; Dōsan wasn't as arrogant as some Jinmao.

And another thing, this is the man who has a gossip story with Captain Soi Fon. In Seireitei, where the entertainment system is barren, the handsome Dōsan Hanyū is now a star.

"Dōsan, may I sit next to you?"

"I want one too, Dōsan!"

Some of the bulls started crowding around Dōsan.

Besides, at this moment, Rizukihime Kasumiōji, who was already sitting at the front desk of Dōsan, wearing a red and white long dress school uniform, was also present.

Seeing her classmates crowding around her row, Rizukihime's Jinmao stood on end. This wasn't just stealing the spotlight; this was practically wreaking havoc on her territory.

And there's more!

"You, you, you! I already delivered your college uniform to your dorm, why aren't you wearing it?"

Is this Jinmao girl a disciplinary committee member?

Dōsan smiled somewhat embarrassedly, "I was so tired from training yesterday that I ended up resting there and didn't get back to the lounge."

I don't believe you for a second!

"Wow, that's amazing, Dōsan."

"May I cultivate with you today?"

Surrounded by compliments, Dōsan naturally agreed.

Hikaru's eyelids twitched as she glanced at these reckless fools. It wasn't that Hikaru looked down on these classmates.

Dōsan Hanyū's training methods are not something you small-armed, weaklings can adapt to.

Rizukihime's fingers cracked in anger; she was still talking when these guys abruptly changed the subject.

And what about his own retainer, Inorei Hikaru? How did he end up with this arrogant white-browed guy?

Dōsan's row had four people, and even Rizukihime's row had three people squeezed in.

Rizukihime leaned forward, her eyes almost touching Inorei Hikaru's, "Hey, how come you're so close to Dōsan Hanyū?"

Inorei Hikaru calmly raised her head, estimated the time, and figured that the young lady was about to have her episode, so she lowered her head again.

"How outrageous! How outrageous! This is too much!"

Today's first session was still led by Vice Dean Ōunabara Gen'ogorō, who explained the key points of communicating with Zanpakuto, lasting about an hour.

"Hey, you guys, why are you all huddled in the corner?"

A dozen or so students huddled in a corner, leaving the classroom feeling empty.

"That's right! "Rizukihime nodded frantically, finding the bald head pleasing to the eye for the first time.

"Teacher, we want to learn more from Dōsan." Sanjō Tiao raised his hand and responded with a silly grin, while several troublemakers around him nodded in agreement.

That's a really thoughtless excuse.

The Jinmao thought with disdain, "How could someone like Rizukihime be the one to come up with such an excuse?"

"Very good, you are all very ambitious." Ōuna's bald head nodded slightly.

The blonde-haired Rizukihime stood up angrily, tugging at her red skirt, "Teacher, teacher, Dōsan Hanyū isn't wearing his academy uniform!"

How come I never noticed how annoying this girl was before?

"Dōsan, why aren't you wearing your academy uniform?"

Dōsan got up somewhat awkwardly and recounted how he had slept in the training room the day before.

Ōuna's expression immediately turned cold.

Rizukihime's eyebrows arched in delight. "You think you can fool a bald guy with that excuse? You might fool a simpleton like that?"

"Dōsan, your soul is still underage. Although the current test results show no immediate impact, there is still some risk."

Rizukihime: (`Ω′)v

He's definitely not smart enough; he's lost all his brainpower.

"I understand." Dōsan was grateful, feeling the strong goodwill from the bald man, but still explained, "I've already reduced the intensity of my training because I had some other things to do yesterday."

"Hiss..." Hikaru, who was sitting next to Dōsan with a watermelon head, trembled uncontrollably upon hearing these words.

Rizukihime puffed up her cheeks in anger. "Teacher, listen to this! What do you mean by 'the training intensity has been reduced'? Is that something a human would say?"

Rizukihime: (???皿??)??3??

Upon hearing Dōsan's words, Ōuna fell into deep thought. "In that case, during your training, I will send some academy staff to accompany you and check your physical condition as needed."

Rizukihime:?

Soul Society, Rukongai West District 49, a piece of land in Rukongai that has no distinguishing features.

The land was barren, the Reishi was scarce, and there was a faint smell of blood.

It wasn't as chaotic as outside District 50, nor as prosperous as before District 20.

They might occasionally make a fleeting appearance, but they won't linger here.

Some of the wandering souls here have heard of the Soul Reaper, while others don't even know what the Soul Reaper is.

This place has unexpectedly welcomed two distinguished guests today, who could almost be called uninvited guests.

Captain of the Twelfth Division – Mayuri Kurotsuchi.

The newly appointed vice-captain of the Twelfth Division — Nemu Kurotsuchi.

"Reporting to Lord Mayuri, the Reishi reaction is consistent with normal fluctuations from data collected ten years ago."

"The number of wandering souls in District 49 has not shown any significant fluctuations."

"All data, compared with data sampled ten years ago, show no anomalies."

After listening to Nemu's description, Nie also began searching for data using his own methods.

It's too ordinary, with no distinguishing features.

Looking from a distance, Nie could also notice the bustling streets in the distance.

You can see children stealing water from the neighbor's house.

You can see thugs harassing a young woman living alone.

You can see a courtyard where two wandering spirits are fighting.

Everything was just too ordinary.

"Wait, Lord Mayuri," Nemu suddenly spoke up.

Those who knew her Mayuri Kurotsuchi could sense the tremor and fear in her voice.

"I don't recall ever teaching you the feeling of fear."

"I'm very sorry, but I've just discovered that the number of reincarnations of wandering souls in West District 49 over the past decade may be less than one-tenth of the normal rate."

"This is such a... surprise!"

Because it was the first prohibition, even Mayuri Kurotsuchi dared not be too blatant about his research on reincarnation.

Therefore, the data is somewhat inaccurate.

However, there was one thing he knew clearly in his heart.

Such a large-scale cycle of interference.

Even the Soul King probably couldn't do that.

This is truly a pleasant surprise!

"Keep up, Nemu."

This is the District 49 West Rukongai, the place where Dōsan Hanyū descended.