Chapter 87 The Sadly Thick Barrier Between People

Akira Kisaragi believed Aizen's words for the time being.

However, since we have applied for graduation, we will leave the Spiritual Arts Institute together and join Team 13, so that we can take care of each other.

It is a coincidence that in his plans for the future, Aizen is undoubtedly the best candidate to promote the belief in the temple.

Putting aside everything else, his eloquence alone, which is enough to turn a dead person into a living person, is enough to fool 99% of fools.

In the next few days, Ru Yueming maintained a fixed trajectory of actions.

Zhenyang Canteen, Zhenyang Dojo.

Because he was about to graduate, the Spiritual Arts Academy specially set aside a free dojo so that Ruyue Ming could practice and consolidate in it.

This peaceful life lasted until the day of Soul Burial internship.

Spiritual Arts Academy.

Exclusive dojo.

Dozens of figures lined up neatly and neatly, staring intently at the leading teacher at the front.

Among this group of sixth-generation beings, the two first-generation beings, Kisaragi Akira and Aizen, seemed out of place.

But no one present dared to show any look of disdain, or even had the courage to take a second look.

As early as when Kisaragi Akira defeated Takeo Matsushita, the elite of the sixth generation, he had already become a famous figure in the Spiritual Arts Academy.

As a college that has been in operation for nearly two thousand years, there is naturally no shortage of geniuses.

But people like Ru Yueming are still very rare.

With his bare hands, he tortured the sixth reincarnation of the elite who was also a genius, defeated many teachers head-on, and perfectly completed the task that only the official Shinigami can perform...

The excitement of his college career in the past six months has far exceeded that of other sixth-generation students.

Just when everyone was having complex thoughts and recollections.

The teacher leading the team coughed lightly, attracting everyone's attention. After explaining some things that needed attention, he also directly divided into teams.

Akira Kisaragi and Aizen were not on the same team.

Maybe it was because Fengrun also managed things up and down, but the two teammates assigned to Ru Yueming were the first and second best in the six rounds.

Matsushita Takeo, Takeshita Ayaori.

"Long time no see, big guy!"

Ruyue Ming said hello with a familiar look.

"Okay, long time no see, Kisaragi-san."

Compared with the arrogance when they first met, Matsushita Takeo now seemed submissive, completely inconsistent with his strong appearance.

As for Takeshita Ayaori's performance, it wasn't much better.

The two of them laughed at the same time, looking fawning.

"It's boring."

Ruyue Ming was bored without seeing the classic scenes of Thirty Years in Hexi and Thirty Years in Hedong.

"Remove the ingot!"

I saw the leading teacher pulling out his Zanpakutō and pointing the hilt at the huge portal in front of him, making a clicking sound at the moment of collision.

In the brilliant white light, the ancient door slowly opened back.

"Take your hell butterflies and set off!"

With an order, everyone from the House of Representatives filed in and stepped onto the door to the real world.

…………

The crescent moon is like a hook.

In the darkness beyond the reach of real humans, a group of people send the souls of the dead to Soul Society.

The first time Takeo Matsushita found the soul, he notified Kisaragi Ming and asked him to take the lead in burying the soul. His flattering expression made people feel strange for a while.

Ruyue Ming sighed.

Maybe this is the sadly thick barrier between people.

Only people like Aizen would not care about changes in status and strength.

"Thank you, Matsushita-kun."

Kisaragi Akira thanked him, then pulled out his Zanpakuto, held it in his backhand, and pressed the tip of the handle against Soul's forehead.

When the "Lord of Death" mark appeared, the soul instantly shattered and turned into countless light spots, and finally condensed into a black butterfly similar to a hell butterfly, flying in the direction of the Soul Society in the light.

"Rest in peace, Zhengling. Wandering in this world is not your place."

Akira Kisaragi made a gesture of clasping his hands together, "Please go to Soul Society to welcome your new life."

The light disappears and the whole soul is buried.

To his regret, there were no accidents during the Soul Burial internship.

There was no invasion of Daxu as imagined, and no assassination of nobles.

Until everyone completed the soul burial assessment and successfully returned to Soul Society, no accidents occurred.

The whole process didn't even take two hours.

"Normally, it takes at least a full night."

In front of the boundary gate, Aizen analyzed, "But it may be because of Teacher Feng's careful management. This time the soul burial assessment has specially arranged an area with a relatively dense concentration of souls."

Ruyue Ming suddenly realized: "I didn't expect Teacher Feng to be so considerate."

Aizen glanced at him and replied without changing his expression:

"is it possible……"

"He just doesn't want to see you anymore."

Ruyue Ming: "?"

…………

The next morning, under the sunshine.

The largest dojo of the Spiritual Arts Institute gathered a large number of students and the Shinigami who came to watch the show. The huge venue was almost entirely filled with dark figures.

Dean Okiga Genshiro stood on the high platform, looking at the upright figure below with a serious expression, a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

The task assigned to him by the captain was finally completed successfully.

After this class of students graduates successfully, it will be time for him to step down as dean and return to the first team to perform other tasks.

After the preparation table was filled with people, Okiga Genshiro took a step forward, and his spiritual pressure gathered in his throat, making a sound that could be heard throughout the dojo.

In an instant, the venue fell silent, and countless eyes focused on the high platform.

"Everyone, the graduation examination has officially begun!"

The eyes of the sixth-graders who are about to graduate are faintly flashing with anticipation, and they are excited about the upcoming life in Team 13.

Ruyue Ming sat in the middle of them, vaguely aware of something unusual.

The figures on the high platform were not only Ougamoto Shiro and the teachers, but also many familiar and unfamiliar faces.

Among them, the shining bald head is the most impressive.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni.

He sat upright, with his hands pressed on the crutches, and the white captain's feathers hanging down on both sides, adding a bit of majesty to him.

On both sides of him were Unohana Retsu and a young man with a pale face and coughing from time to time.

"Hey, something's wrong!"

Kisaragi Ming crossed his arms, frowned, looked at Aizen next to him, and said seriously:

"Soyousuke, old man Shan is starting to go crazy too."

"It's just a graduation exam, but it made such a big noise."

Aizen glanced at him and said nothing.

Some people are as thick-skinned as a city wall. Even if they know who is responsible, they will not admit it easily.

In view of the previous soul burial assessment, he thought that Ru Yueming's thunder-traveling physique had improved and that he could easily pass the graduation assessment this time without any problems.

Facts have proved that he is still too young.

Unexpectedly, the big one was at the back.

When was the last time the captain invigilated the graduation exam? Aizen squinted his eyes and recalled what Mr. Kaede said in class.

It seems like it’s when Kyōraku Shunsui and Ukitake Jūshirō take the graduation exam, right?