Five Weirdos

Yesterday, Rizukihime was surrounded by a group of students.

Since becoming a new student, she hadn't received this level of welcome in the three days since arriving at the academy, but unfortunately, this time the students weren't there for her.

It's not a dish.

As Dōsan Hanyū's only rival in this academy, Rizukihime certainly wouldn't give Dōsan Hanyū another chance to pretend.

Even though she had no cooking experience and had never even tasted commoner's food, Rizukihime still made up stories one meal after another, and her classmates actually believed her, looking eager to try it out.

This gave Rizukihime considerable confidence. Could it be that I also have the potential to become a culinary master? Especially since none of my classmates have sought my feedback. Does this mean that my original "Rizukihime Princess Set Meal" is very popular?

"Hey, Hikaru, why are there so few classmates here today?"

Ever since she went from sitting next to Rizukihime to sitting behind her, Hikaru has fallen in love with that seat and absolutely refuses to go back to Rizukihime's side.

Hikaru lifted his heavy eyelids and looked at the report. "Oh, food poisoning. Seven or eight people have been hospitalized."

Rizukihime felt a little guilty. She looked up and saw Sōji Sanjō clutching his stomach, looking weak, and occasionally glaring at her fiercely, as well as Dōsan Hanyū.

It's almost time for class.

Five girls in a row walked into the classroom with fairly neat steps.

She looked different; some were tall, some were short; some had black, some had blonde, some had green hair; some had lively eyes, some were blank, some were cold.

They were all wearing the uniforms of the Shin'ō Academy of Spiritual Arts, their foreheads, white and smooth, were marked with numbers that resembled the marks of sin.

7,21,45,109,135.

The numbers, in various colors and all the same width, were tattooed on the upper left corner of the foreheads of several girls. Far from affecting their looks, they actually added a unique charm to their beautiful faces.

The five people lined up like soldiers, marching in formation, and turned left along the path to stand next to the two rows of seats next to Dōsan and Rizukihime.

The tall, green-haired woman with the number 7 etched on her forehead pointed at Rizukihime and snapped in an icy voice, "You, get out of the way."

"Ha?"

Rizukihime was initially leaning on her arm, seemingly lost in thought, when suddenly five strange men stood in front of her, arrogantly demanding that she give up her seat.

Has the Kasumioji Clan fallen so low that just anyone can come and kick them while they're down?

"Do you know who I am?" Rizukihime's anger was tinged with pride.

"Rizukihime Kasumiōji." Number 7 glanced at Rizukihime, his tone remarkably calm, "She's trash."

"Asshole!"

For the sake of the Kasumioji Clan's honor alone, Rizukihime could not tolerate such humiliation. She directly extended her palm, facing Number 7, "Hadō #1..."

Before she could finish chanting, another Number 21 beside her acted even faster, bringing her fingers together and turning her palm into a knife, stabbing towards Rizukihime.

Wow, that was fast.

Rizukihime hadn't expected the other party to be so arrogant, and she certainly hadn't expected them to be so ruthless.

Hikaru, who was standing to the side, saw it clearly; she was after Rizukihime's Saketsu.

That's too ruthless!

As a retainer, Hikaru had made ample preparations when Rizukihime was humiliated. At this moment, he suddenly took over the attack from Number 21 and pushed her away.

What do you want to do?

Although somewhat weak, Sōji Sanjō, who was sitting next to Dōsan, still stood up with a pale face, his stomach still rumbling.

"Right."

"Are you bullying us? You've dared to bully us like this?"

Using the word "bully" to describe the Kasumioji Clan feels a bit off.

If it were Rizukihime or Hikaru, the others might not have spoken up to help, but since Sōji Sanjō, who is well-liked, stepped forward, his brothers naturally joined forces.

Even so, it gave Rizukihime and Hikaru some special emotions.

Number 7 gave a stiff look at the people around him, "A bunch of people, less than trash."

"What!"

"Are you looking for death?!"

"I love hitting women."

What started as a friendly stand-up between classmates escalated into a major conflict with a casual remark from the green-haired guy.

"Etc."

Dōsan raised his hand. Although Dōsan asked for leave, his legendary deeds had already made everyone tacitly acknowledge him as the backbone.

"Boss, they're just a few reckless young girls. There's no need for you to take action personally," Dōsan Sōji Sanjō considerately.

Dōsan waved his hand dismissively, "According to the regulations of the Gotei 13, anyone who causes trouble and conflict within the Seireitei will bear full responsibility for the incident and will be imprisoned for at least seven days."

"Furthermore, if you are students at the academy, this could result in you repeating a year, or even disqualifying you from becoming a Soul Reaper."

The legal provisions flowed fluently from Dōsan Hanyū's mouth, catching the group of martial arts-obsessed students off guard, and causing their clenched fists to loosen involuntarily.

Revoking the Soul Reaper's qualification is terrifying.

Revoking Soul Reaper status certainly doesn't mean simply expelling them; it means letting them wreak havoc in Soul Society. It requires abolishing their Spiritual Pressure.

Will these five mentally ill people listen to anything?

The students' eyes fell on the group of people.

Really.

No.

Dōsan was earnestly explaining the law, but the person opposite him just thought he was talking nonsense.

Number 21, the woman arrogantly raised her chin, pointed her finger directly at Dōsan's head.

"Boss, be careful," Sōji Sanjō Dōsan worriedly.

Spiritual Pressure began to gather in Number 21's hand. Dōsan Hanyū, who had some understanding of Kidō, sensed that this finger strike was not from any Kidō.

But the peculiar aura faintly gathering at his fingertips made Dōsan feel pressured.

It's somewhat similar to the techniques used by that woman, Nemu.

"The Soul Reaper Management Regulations state that legitimate self-defense within the Seireitei is unlimited, meaning that as long as you attack me..."

I can retaliate indefinitely, until you, and your companions, are all dead.

I felt that if I lay down right now, the other party definitely wouldn't mind desecrating my corpse.

Dōsan decided to use a more brutal method of self-defense to protect his legitimate rights.

Dōsan's dark eyes gleamed as he slowly drew his No Cause from his waist. This clear and slow drawing motion brought immense pressure to the surrounding students, who swallowed hard, afraid of being affected.

Number 21 made no move; his fingers converged, forming a single point of light.

'Here I am.'

A black light flashed from Dōsan's hand, and he slashed down, directly facing the three women of Dōsan Hanyū.

Rizukihime, who usually bickers with Dōsan, and Sōji Sanjō, who follows Dōsan around, were both so frightened by the cold light brought by this slash that they almost had their hearts stop.

But the cut didn't land properly; it came within a centimeter of Number 21's forehead.

Before everyone's eyes, the finger that had been gathering energy on Number 21 was pressed down by a slender hand.

It's Number 7.

Number 7 made eye contact with Dōsan, then looked away. "Dōsan Hanyū is no trash."

"Phew... almost there. My swordsmanship is so bad; if I had actually hit him, wouldn't it have been my fault?"

Entrapment by law enforcement.

Dōsan inexplicably felt that this Number 7 was up to no good.

The comment from Number 7 infuriated Rizukihime again. Why was she considered trash while Bai Mei Mao wasn't?

Several girls, whose identities were unknown, began to sit down in rows.

The Shin'ō Spiritual Arts seating arrangement allows five people to sit in a row, which is why they have their eyes on Rizukihime.

Several students, unwilling to sit with these strange individuals, gave up their seats.

"Who exactly are these guys?"

After that, the trainees all had these questions.

Similarly, Dōsan's strike also terrified the few students who were still confident in facing Dōsan.

This was the first time Dōsan Hanyū shown his mettle in front of them, and it was already quite impressive.

After it was all over, Dōsan even clenched his own hand.

'Indeed, the law is the most powerful weapon; they were won over by my eloquent speech.'

At that very moment, the Shin'ō Academy of Spiritual Arts welcomed a group of distinguished guests, or rather, new temporary members.

Leading them were Mayuri Kurotsuchi, captain of the Twelfth Division, Gin Ichimaru, vice-captain of the Shin'ō Artificial Soul Noble Guard.

And the elite Seated Officers of each squad.