Beware the Twelfth Division

Shūhei Hisagi was also a newcomer to the mission, followed alone at the back of the group during this expedition.

This year's three-time test takers are an anomaly.

It's normal that there are several geniuses at the Seated Officer-level who have already Shikai the Dao in the fourth, fifth, and sixth rounds of the Daoist practice.

However, even the weakest of the three reborn individuals, Sōji Sanjō, possessed combat strength approaching that of Seated Officer.

At the Academy of Spiritual Arts, first-time students mainly learn brainwashing courses from the Soul Reaper, while second-time students only gain a basic understanding of Zankensōki.

And it's only been less than a week since school started, what could they possibly learn?

However, for this event, in order to test the stability of the Artificial Soul Corps, Central 46 required each of the first and second-year students to send a group of students to cooperate in the experiment.

In the end, Vice Principal Ōuna could only select four students from the two Rukongai, specifically from the group with the weakest spiritual talent, who came from the Rukongai.

Unfortunately, Shūhei Hisagi was also on the list.

But he wasn't entirely unlucky.

That day, because of Dōsan, Shūhei was able to enter the academy through connections.

He was full of ambition when he first entered the academy, thinking that he would work hard to cultivate, catch up with Dōsan, and then repay the kindness of "doing nothing" that day.

However, in just a few days, Shūhei Hisagi realized his own talent and truly felt the gap between himself and those geniuses.

It's not that he was treated unfairly; it's that he's simply not good enough.

The Spiritual Pressure is progressing quite slowly.

The teacher guided the students on the key points of Hakuda. Other students, even those who were slower, could at least get the basics down in two hours, and learn to apply Hakuda to a basic level, even if it was just fancy footwork that wasn't up to par.

However, Shūhei will take three days!

It takes three days without a break to reach even the minimum level of others.

He, Shūhei Hisagi, doesn't seem to have the talent to become Soul Reaper.

Shūhei looked up with a wry smile and saw Dōsan Hanyū walking at the front, surrounded by several senior students who were fifth or sixth graders.

'He probably won't need my help in his entire life.'

Shūhei shook his messy purple hair, recalling the question his teacher had asked him in the office yesterday, "Do you know Dōsan Hanyū? If you have connections with him, you don't need to go."

After all, it's only at the first attempt level, so there's still a lot of room for manipulation.

Unlike the higher grades, where selection is based on ranking from top to bottom, students don't have the right to choose.

Although Shūhei was still somewhat fearful at that time, he still chose to persevere. He had traveled through mountains and rivers to come to the Shin'ō Academy of Spiritual Arts, not to just coast along.

In the West District 49, the concentration of Reishi here is worlds apart from that of Seireitei.

Even some students from Rukongai, after spending a long time at the academy, found it difficult to adapt to their surroundings.

The place where Dōsan arrived after his death was a place he should be very familiar with, but at this moment Dōsan had no other emotions.

The area around Dōsan was a bit crowded, and even Dōsan's little follower, Sōji Sanjō, was squeezed to the outer edge.

"Hello, I'm Satoru Kamijō, a sixth-grader. I should be joining the Tenth Division after graduation."

If it were before, it would be fine, but now, mentioning the Tenth Division again makes Dōsan feel inexplicably awkward.

"Hello, I'm U Genjō, a sixth-grader. After graduation, I'll most likely be under Captain Aizen's command..."

"Hello..."

Of course, there were also reserved students who did not approach to chat, and when their eyes met Dōsan's, they would only give a faint smile.

This is only a minority; most people are willing to befriend this future rising Soul Reaper of death.

They have the capability.

If it comes to one's background...

At least in the first article about the scandal between Dōsan and Soi Fon, Dōsan Hanyū was wearing Shiba Clan attire, Kenseikan symbolizing nobility, and Ginpakukazahana no Uzuginu.

This is quite presumptuous, but so far no major noble has come forward to cause trouble.

Dōsan was not one to feign modesty; he greeted everyone warmly.

"Sixth-year students, follow me."

Having already spoken to Dōsan, Satoru Kamijō could only smile helplessly, "Sorry, we have to go now."

Satoru Kamijō Goshinichi didn't say anything about being careful, but if even Dōsan Hanyū had to be careful, then all of them might end up dying on the spot.

Following closely behind were the fifth and fourth generation students, and about an hour had passed in total.

Honrō Useki, carrying a rather novel camera, jumped down from the tree. "Sanhuisheng, Dōsan Hanyū, come with me."

Three rebirths?

You're talking about me, aren't you?

Why didn't you even mention my name, Rizukihime Kasumiōji?

The two groups of people, Honrō Useki first dropped off Hikaru and Sōji's group, and finally sent Dōsan Hanyū to a wilderness.

These things were announced yesterday and this morning.

Their so-called mission was actually just to survive the relentless attacks from the virtual enemy.

First, the groups with numbers engraved on their foreheads, called the "Artificial Soul Corps," provide them with their first layer of protection. Second, the Soul Reaper will monitor them, serving as their second layer of protection.

"That's all for now, Hanyū-kun." Honrō Useki waved his hand.

Although Honrō was very enthusiastic towards him, Dōsan realized that behind this enthusiasm lay baseless rumors.

Dōsan simply couldn't be friendly to the person in front of him.

"Come on, Seireitei. Smile and strike a pose."

Turning his head, Honrō Useki raised the camera hanging around his neck and snapped a picture.

"Hey, I'm not finished yet!"

The Jinmao pouted. As the dignified head of a branch family of the Kasumioji Clan, if he were to leave behind any indecent photos, wouldn't he be making headlines in the Seireitei Communication?

I don't know where this technology came from, but the photos came out so quickly.

Honrō Useki chuckled as he took the photo, his unshaven face somewhat sleazy. He quickly shoved the photo into Dōsan's hand, and in the blink of an eye, warned in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Watch out for the Twelfth Division."

Honrō Useki casually patted Dōsan on the shoulder, then turned around and waved to the two girls, "Let's go."

Why would he help him? Dōsan didn't believe that Honrō Useki, a guy who only knew how to make up stories, could be a kind citizen.

Rizukihime and Number 7 did not hear what the two were saying, and Rizukihime Honrō Useki's actions were also quite subtle. Even the Central 46 Sages who were monitoring the students did not notice this small detail.

Only one photo remains of the three people.

Rizukihime pouted in dissatisfaction.

She snatched the photo from Dōsan's hand, turned her Rizukihime and looked at it; her previous dissatisfaction had vanished. Good heavens!

The photo only showed two people; Rizukihime's face wasn't even in the frame, only half of her body was visible.

It's one thing if it's Dōsan Hanyū, but why wasn't my face included in the photo?

"Hey, I'm saying, shouldn't the three of us choose a captain?" Rizukihime puffed out her non-existent chest, practically saying "Pick me!"

"Excuse me, my mission is to protect trash, not to be led by trash."

When Number 7 arrived at District 49, this was the first time he spoke, and with just a casual remark, he infuriated Rizukihime.

Dōsan, who hadn't joined the conversation, gave a wry smile, then his brows furrowed instantly as he looked up at the sky.

A black hole inexplicably appeared in mid-air, and countless illusory arms began to extend outward from within it, like refugees fighting for food.

What poured out was also a vast, yet repulsive, Spiritual Pressure.

Garganta.

"They're here."

Dōsan said in a deep voice, "Besides the Spiritual Pressures that belong to the void, I also seem to sense an unusually powerful Spiritual Pressure within the Garganta."