Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 235: The first batch of enrollment
"Thank you, everyone."
Lord with a gentle smile, said: "I also hope that you will do your best to continue to train the next generation of talents for the soul world."
"The Spirit King does not need to be like this."
Ten old people with gray beards all smiled and said: "It is my lifelong wish to train the next generation of talents for the corpse soul world."
These people have fabricated false memories by the system, so they don't have any doubts about him and his own life experience.
Although they are provided as tools, they are not unsentimental woods.
In their memory, he was an old death **** who honoured his retirement after dedicating his life to the soul world, and finally came to this newly built Shenyang Spiritual Academy to continue to play the remaining heat for the soul world.
People say that there is an old person in the family, like a treasure.
Now there are ten'treasures', and all of them have rich experience and are proficient in the four basic professional teachings.
Although they can't participate in the battle, they are indispensable and important to the newly built Soul World!
It is these ten old gods of death that support the Mao Spiritual Academy!
"Master Dean."
Among them, the eldest old man walked out of the crowd, paid a salute to Lord, and said with full anger: "I'm all ready, I don't know when I can officially start enrolling students?"
"Recently."
Lord thought for a while, and then said: "Thank you for a few people to come up with the specific regulations, and then you can open the west gate and enroll students in Liuhun Street."
"Follow the order of the Spirit King!"
The elders checked their heads, and then turned and walked into the college to prepare the specific enrollment regulations.
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A few days later.
A shocking news spread all over the four Liuhun neighborhoods.
Mao Spiritual Academy is enrolling students!
All souls can go to the four outer gates of Seoreiwa on Ruukun Street to participate in the admissions of the Mao Spiritual Academy. Once they pass the test, they can enter the school. After graduation, they can directly enter the Gotei 13th Division and become Seorei. A **** of death in the court!
Since this news was introduced to Liuhun Street, all the souls exiled here have gone crazy.
When they were extradited to the Soul World, they learned some information vaguely. For example, this is the Soul World, the world where all souls live after death, and inside the white wall, the gods of death gather place!
As soon as I heard that the Mao Spiritual Academy established by Seoreihin is about to recruit students, and it is said that once passed, it is possible to become a **** of death. All souls cannot sit still, and all the souls of all districts have gone to Seoreihindai. In front of the door.
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Seorei Garden, East Gate.
The white murderous stone giant gate slowly rises, and under all the nervous eyes of the soul, an old man in white clothes with a beard and head walks out of it without a haste.
"Is that the **** of death?"
There was a commotion in the crowd, and many people raised questions.
After all, the old man who came out looked weak, far from the death **** they imagined.
There are not a few people who have this question. In their eyes, the **** of death should be like that, with a dark and creepy aura, and then taking a sickle to harvest people everywhere.
Is this man...really a **** of death?
Although the souls live on Liuhun Street, there are not many people who have actually seen the **** of death among them.
Only a very small part of the souls are extradited to the corpse soul world through the formal soul burial process; most of the souls are ‘illegal stowaways’ who were forced to take over by the **** authority after death.
These people have never seen the **** of death, nor have they ever had any knowledge about it, so it is reasonable to have such an unrealistic idea.
"I am the **** of death in charge of enrollment this time, the Qingshan clan."
Qingshan's eyelids were half drooping, as if he was not awake, he said faintly: "Everyone queues up in sequence and tests with me. Anyone who passes can follow me into the Seirei Garden."
Although his voice is not loud, in such a noisy environment, it reaches everyone's ears very clearly.
The crowd that was still noisy suddenly became quiet, and according to the old man's words, they lined up in order.
"Yes, it's kind of brainy."
Qingshan's head slightly nodded, these lingering souls are still sensible, but they don't need him to do it.
Next, Qingshan's recounted the rules roughly.
The enrollment process of the Mao Spiritual Academy is very simple. You only need to come forward, put your hand on the special instrument, and then judge whether the spiritual power level meets the admission standard according to the floating number of the instrument.
The criteria for entering the Mao Spiritual Academy is the lowest tenth level of spiritual power!
Don't think that the tenth-class Rei Pressure is very low!
Although all souls have spiritual power, more than 70% of them have too weak spiritual power to be included in the rating.
Tenth-level Reinforcement is just the most basic requirement for admission.
Like the vast majority of death gods in the corpse soul world, they belong to mediocre people, and they can only improve one or two spiritual pressure levels through their hard work throughout their lives.
Look back at those geniuses.
Ruhissugaya Dongshiro, before participating in the Mao Spiritual Academy test, had already established contact with the Zanpakuto in advance, and the strength of his spiritual pressure was close to that of Xiguan, and then he became the most in the history of the soul world. The young captain of death.
This is the gap!
Between the genius and the mediocrity, there is an insurmountable moat. No matter how hard you work, you can never cross this hurdle.
Some people have been at the end from the moment they were born. This is a fact that no one can change.
The test has officially started.
The crowd walked over one by one, placing their palms on the instrument.
"Unqualified, next one."
"Unqualified, next one."
"Unqualified, next..."
The elderly Qing Shan was sitting in a chair, his eyelids almost drooping, as if he was about to fall asleep.
One after another in the crowd came with hope, but they had to be lost and returned. The selection mechanism is so cruel!
There is no one in a hundred who has the qualifications to become a **** of death even with the lowest tenth-level spiritual pressure.
But this is normal, and Lord is not surprised.
After all, the concentration of souls in Liuhun Street is too low. Due to the limitation of the natural ecological environment, it is quite difficult to give birth to souls with high qualifications.
The sunset is gradually falling, and enrollment continues.
The number of people who barely passed the test did not exceed a hundred, but the number of people who were eliminated has exceeded 10,000.
"Next..."
Qingshan's was a little impatient and waved to the next person.
"Hahaha...I'm finally here." A burly black man walked forward with a confident face, and then slapped the instrument on the top of the instrument.
Beep.
After the instrument vibrates slightly, there is no number floating.
Without numbers, it means that Reiki is too weak to be included in the rating!
Qingshan's glanced at the instrument and waved his hand expressionlessly: "Unqualified, next one."
"What? Unqualified?"
The black man’s full expectation was extinguished by a single sentence~IndoMTL.com~IndoMTL.com~ instantly became angry and roared: "I don't believe it! This is impossible! My body is so strong, why don't you let me pass?!"
Qingshan's rolled his eyes, too lazy to deal with this self-righteous idiot, and beckoned to the people behind: "Next, don't waste time."
"Hahahaha..."
A roar of laughter erupted from the crowd, which made the black face turn blue and purple.
Before he came, he was so confident, thinking that with his strong physical quality, he must be the strongest among this group of people. Isn’t it easy to pass the test to become a **** of death?
Unexpectedly, the old man didn't look at these at all. The physical quality he was proud of was completely useless, and he was directly rejected.
"Impossible...I am so amazing..." The black man complained to himself, and his eyes seemed to be a little unconvinced.
"Thank you so..."
At this moment, a little girl said softly, and then walked over slowly.