roccoschili Chapter 235 The First Batch of Enrollment
Chapter 235 The First Batch of Enrollment
"It's work everyone."
Lord put on a gentle smile and said: "I also hope that you will do your best and continue to train the next generation of talents for the soul world."
"The Spirit King doesn't need to be like this."
The ten bearded old men all stroked their beards and smiled and said, "It is my lifelong wish to train the next generation of talents for the Soul Society."
These people have been fabricated false memories by the system, so they will not have the slightest doubt about him and his own life experience.
Although they are tool people, they are not emotionless wood.
In their memory, they are the old god of death who retired honorably after dedicating his whole life to the world of souls, and finally came to this newly-built Zhenyang Academy of Spiritual Art to continue to contribute to the world of souls.
People say that an old family is like a treasure.
Now there are ten 'treasures', and all of them have rich experience and are proficient in the four basic professional teachings of chopping fists and walking ghosts.
Although they can't participate in the battle, they are indispensable and important existences for the newly established corpse soul world!
It is these ten aged gods of death who prop up the Maou Academy of Spiritual Arts!
"Master Dean."
The oldest among them stepped out of the crowd, bowed to Lord Jishou, and said in a confident voice: "I'm all ready, I don't know when we can officially start recruiting students?"
"In the next few days."
Lord thought for a while, and then said: "Please come up with the specific regulations, and then you can open the west gate and recruit students on Liuhun Street."
"Follow the order of the Spirit King!"
The elders bowed to each other, then turned and walked into the academy to prepare the specific regulations for enrollment.
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a few days later.
A shocking news spread throughout the Four Great Flowing Soul Districts.
The Maou Academy of Spiritual Art has recruited students!
All souls can go to the four outer gates of Seireitei on Ruukon Street to participate in the enrollment of the Shino Spiritual Art Academy. Once they pass the test, they can enter the school. After graduation, they can directly enter the Goutei [-]th Division and become a member of Seireitei. Death!
Since this news spread to Liuhun Street, all the souls exiled here have gone crazy.
After they were extradited to the world of corpses and souls, they got some vague information. For example, this is the world of corpses and souls, the world where the souls of all people live after death, and inside the white wall is the place where the gods of death gather!
Now when I heard that the Shino Spiritual Art Academy established by Seireitei was about to enroll students, and it was said that once they passed, they might become gods of death, all the souls couldn't sit still. For a while, all the souls from all districts went to the gate of Seireitei.
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Lingling Court, East Gate.
The huge white murderous stone gate slowly rose, and under the nervous gazes of all the souls, an old man in white with a beard and a handsome head walked out of it at a leisurely pace.
"That's the god of death?"
There was a commotion among the crowd, and many people raised questions.
After all, the old man who came out looked very weak, far from the god of death they imagined.
There are not a few people who have this question. In their eyes, the god of death should look like that, with a gloomy and treacherous aura, and then harvesting people's lives with a sickle.
Is this man... really the Grim Reaper?
Although all the souls live in Liuhun Street, not many of them have actually seen the God of Death.
Only a very small number of souls were extradited to the world of corpses and souls through the formal burial process; and most of the souls were "illegal stowaways" who were forcibly brought in by the authorities of hell after death.
These people have never seen the god of death, nor have they ever had relevant knowledge, so it is reasonable to have such unrealistic thoughts.
"I am the God of Death who is in charge of recruiting this time, Mrs. Qingshan."
Qingshan's eyelids were half drooping, and he seemed to have not woken up. He said indifferently: "Everyone line up one by one and take the test here. Those who pass the test can follow me into the Seiling Court."
Although his voice was not loud, it was transmitted to everyone's ears very clearly in such a noisy environment.
The crowd, which was still chaotic and noisy, became quiet in an instant, and they lined up one by one according to what the old man said.
"Not bad, I still have a little brain."
Qingshan clan nodded slightly, these wandering souls are quite sensible, so it saves him to do it.
Next, Mrs. Qing Shan briefly explained the rules.
The enrollment process of the Shinyang Academy of Spiritual Arts is very simple, you only need to step forward, put your hand on a special instrument, and then judge whether the level of spiritual power meets the admission standard based on the number floating on the instrument.
And the standard for entering the Zhenyang Academy of Spiritual Art is to reach the lowest tenth class of spiritual power!
Don't think that tenth-level spirit pressure is very low!
Although all souls have spiritual power, more than 70.00% of them have too weak spiritual power to be included in the evaluation level.
Tenth class Reiatsu is only the most basic requirement for admission.
For example, most of the gods of death in the world of corpses and souls belong to people with mediocre aptitude, and they can only improve one or two levels of spiritual pressure through hard work throughout their lives.
Look at those geniuses.
For example, Toshiro Hitsugaya established contact with Zanpakuto in advance before he participated in the test at the Shino Spiritual Art Academy, and the strength of the spiritual pressure was close to that of the seat officer, and later became the youngest god of death in the history of the soul world team leader.
This is the difference!
There is an insurmountable hurdle between genius and mediocrity, no matter how hard you try, you can never cross this hurdle.
Some people have already stood at the end from the moment they were born. This is a fact that no one can change.
The test officially begins.
The crowd came one by one and put their palms on the instrument.
"Unqualified, next."
"Unqualified, next."
"Unqualified, next..."
The aged Qing Shan was sitting on a chair, his eyelids almost drooping, as if he was about to fall asleep.
One after another people in the crowd came full of hope, but had to return disappointed. The selection mechanism is so cruel!
Even for the tenth-level Reiatsu, which is the lowest requirement, there is no one in a hundred who has the qualifications to become a god of death.
But this is also normal, and Lord was not surprised at all.
After all, the concentration of spirit particles in Liuhun Street is too low now, limited by the natural ecological environment, it is not easy to give birth to souls with high qualifications.
As the sun goes down, enrollment continues.
The number of people who barely passed the test did not exceed a hundred people, but the number of people who were excluded was already over ten thousand.
"Next......"
Aoyama was a little impatient, and waved to the next person.
"Hahaha... I'm finally here." A rather burly black man stepped forward confidently, and then slapped the instrument.
beep.
After the instrument vibrated slightly, the numbers did not float.
Without a number, it means that the spiritual pressure is too weak to be included in the evaluation level!
Qingshan glanced at the instrument, and waved his hands blankly: "Unqualified, next."
"What? Unqualified?"
The black man's full expectation was shattered by one sentence, and he became angry instantly, and roared: "I don't believe it! This is impossible! I am so strong, why don't you let me pass?!"
Qing Shanshi rolled his eyes, he was too lazy to care about this kind of self-righteous idiot, and waved to the people behind: "Next one, don't waste time."
"Ha ha ha ha......."
A burst of laughter broke out in the crowd, making the black face turn blue and purple.
Before coming here, he was still so confident, thinking that with his powerful physical fitness, he must be the strongest among this group of people. Isn't it easy to pass the test to become the god of death?
But it turned out that the old man didn't look at these things at all, and the physical fitness he was proud of was completely useless, so he was rejected directly.
"Impossible...I'm obviously so good..." The black man complained to himself, and his eyes seemed a little unconvinced.
"Excuse me..."
At this time, a little girl said softly, and then walked over slowly.