I have a Zanpakutō

Chapter 8, Maou Academy of Spiritual Art

Three months later, in Jingling Court, outside the Zhuwa Gate in the south gate, there was a long line of students who came to take the assessment, and a team of Reapers in deathly costumes maintained order.At the front of the line, several teachers from Maou Academy of Spiritual Art used instruments to measure the age and spiritual pressure of the students.

Today, in such a scene, all four gates of Jingling Court will appear.

No one can resist the temptation to become the god of death, especially the civilians on Liuhun Street who have lived through decades of hard life, even if they know that they don't have Reiatsu, they still line up for the assessment with a ten-thousandth hope.Therefore, there are a lot of people participating in the assessment each year, which also increases the burden on the teachers in charge of the assessment.

Zhang Han didn't expect that there would be so many people coming for the assessment. When he arrived outside the south gate, he could only be in the second half of the line.

Frightened by the majesty of the god of death, although there were many people, no one dared to make a loud noise, at most they whispered to the companions in front and behind.Most of the words are "how many times have you taken the exam?" ''Are you sure? ''Can it be done this year? ' and the like.

There are also some sluts staring at the gods of death who are maintaining order with red eyes, discussing among themselves which one is more handsome and which one is more stylish...

name, Zhang Han

Stamina, 151
strength, 170
agile, 155
intelligence, 149
Reiatsu, Level [-]

special attributes, none

Special props, Sen Luo Vientiane (Zanpakuto)

Special skill, crescent sky rush
Crescent Sky Chong absorbs the spirit particles around the body, combines with its own spiritual pressure to release a half-moon-shaped slash, and its attack power is doubled.

Thanks to the battle with Xu three months ago, during these three months, most of Zhang Han's attributes have exceeded 150, only his intelligence is 149, resulting in his spiritual pressure level still staying at the second level.However, the self-created skill Yueya Tianchong is included in the attribute interface, and the attribute interface in front of him is finally not as shabby as it was at the beginning!

Reiatsu, first class, age, 77 years old, not allowed!

Reiatsu, third class, age, one hundred and five years old, allowed to pass!

Reiatsu, none, not approved!

……

The teacher of the assessment glanced helplessly at those people who had no spiritual pressure but always wanted to fish in troubled waters, sighed, and lazily stared at the equipment in front of them.

Just lined up like this, moving forward little by little like a snail... It was not until the sun was about to set that it was finally Zhang Han's turn.

The left hand is placed on the instrument for testing age, and the right hand is placed on the instrument for testing Reiatsu.

"Age, 26 years old, spiritual pressure level, level two, approved."

After waiting for a whole day, just to stand in front of the instrument for more than ten seconds, Zhang Han was also drunk, rolled his eyes helplessly, and followed a teacher to the candidates.

Yes, alternates!

To become a formal student of the Shinyang Academy of Spiritual Arts, one has to pass the second round of assessment.As for the rules of the assessment, Zhang Han didn't know, so he could only wait and see the changes.

Not long after, the preliminary examination was over, and Zhang Han and the students who passed the preliminary examination followed the instructors to Zhenyang Academy of Spiritual Art.

In an empty martial arts arena, there are four to five hundred students gathered. These people are the total number of students who have passed the preliminary test this year.

Everyone stood quietly in the middle of the martial arts arena, and the students whose names were called walked into the hall not far away.The closed door blocked everyone's sight, so they couldn't see what was going on inside.

However, it was still very easy for everyone to tell who was admitted and who was not.

Those who passed were elated, with their nostrils upturned, while those who failed lowered their heads and wept secretly.

After a long time, when there were less than one-third of the students left on the spot, Zhang Han heard his name.Taking a deep breath, he followed the teacher into the hall.

In the hall, an old-looking teacher with his hands behind his back squinted his eyes and looked at Zhang Han who came in. He didn't ask until Zhang Han came close, "The Zanpakuto on your waist is yours. Is it?"

"Yes," Zhang Han replied nervously, holding the scabbard with his left hand.

"Pull it out and inject spiritual pressure."

According to Zhang Han's instructions, he slowly pulled out all things, and the spiritual power in his body poured into the knife. In an instant, the dark red blade was wrapped with a blood-red light, flickering and flickering.

"Okay, approved!" The old teacher smiled and said, "Congratulations, you have become a student of Zhenyang Academy of Spiritual Art. Please continue to work hard and strive to become the god of death after graduation."

Nani?

This passed?
Shouldn't there be a big PK with a real person, a big PK with a group or something?No matter how bad it is, you should make gestures. Is it really good to pass it so simple?

Zhang Han looked at the old teacher in a daze, his eyes filled with 'Are you kidding me? ' look.

"You are only 26 years old, but you have a spiritual pressure that is approaching the third level, and you have condensed the Zanpakuto without passing the study. The future growth potential is huge. The above is the reason why I passed it."

Seemingly seeing what Zhang Han was thinking, the old teacher patiently explained.

Zhang Han couldn't help touching the tip of his nose. My buddy knows that he is not a mortal, but I would feel embarrassed if you praised him so bluntly.

"Okay, follow the teacher over there, he will take you to the dormitory." The old teacher pouted to the left and said, "Remember to get your ID card and school uniform."

"Thank you."

Zhang Han bowed to the old teacher, followed the teacher next to him and walked out of the gate.

Similar to ancient society, there are few high-rise buildings in Jinglingting, and the same is true of Zhenyang Academy of Spiritual Art where Zhang Han is now.The entire college occupies a very large area, and there is a hill behind it. At a glance, there are lush trees and green branches and leaves fluttering in the wind.

As soon as he walked out of the martial arts arena, the young teacher suddenly remembered something, stopped, turned his head and asked, "Considering that some students need to practice family secret skills after studying, the college has prepared two kinds of dormitories for you freshmen. Human room or double room, which one do you choose?"

"Single person."

Although it has been more than half a year since he came to Soul Soul Realm, Zhang Han still feels out of place in this world.Different cultures, customs, and languages ​​remind him all the time that he is just a traveler, a passer-by, who may leave bright footprints, but is definitely not a destination.

Based on this, Zhang Han subconsciously is full of vigilance and precautions against the people and things around him. If not for this, it is impossible to not even make a friend after more than half a year.

Hearing the answer, the young teacher nodded and led Zhang Han all the way to the door of the dormitory.Handed Zhang Han the key, identity card and school uniform, and told him to gather at the martial arts field tomorrow morning, then turned and left.

When I opened the door of the dormitory, I saw a small single dormitory with a bed, a desk, a wardrobe, and a small bathroom connected to the innermost part.

"It's not bad, much better than the thatched cottage I lived in for half a year."

Zhang Han has always thought of himself as a person who goes with the flow, doesn't have much desire for enjoyment, and doesn't have any ambition to become stronger. If he didn't cross over and be cheated by Lan Ran, part of his soul would be taken away, he might spend his whole life in Liuhun Street .

……

On the second day, the freshmen gathered in the martial arts arena, listening to the teacher's loudly calling out their names and dividing them into classes.

According to the usual practice, one class is an elite class, and the other classes are ordinary classes.

Most of the elite classes are noble children, and the rest are the so-called "genius students" with high spiritual pressure. These students are the focus of the college's resources and focus on training.As for the ordinary class, the treatment is a notch lower than that of the elite class.

Unfortunately, Zhang Han was assigned to the second class, which is the ordinary class.For such trivial matters, Zhang Han didn't care much about it. He had everything in his heart, and he would have infinite possibilities in the future. Even if he didn't have an awesome teacher to teach him, Zhang Han believed that he would not be inferior to others.

After class division, Zhang Han followed the instructor of the second class to receive his own shallow playing.

Zanpakutō, the original form of Zanpakutō, has unlimited growth possibilities. The user injects spirit, consciousness and soul into it. After a long period of dialogue and resonance, he can finally grow into his own unique Zanpakutō.

The shallow sword Zhang Han received was leased by the academy. If he could not evolve into Zanpakuto before graduation, he would have to return it to the academy. After he joined the thirteenth division of Goutei and became the God of Reaper, the squad would reissue the shallow sword. beat.

Zhang Han has his own Zanpakuto, and the reason why he still wants to receive the shallow sword is just to study what is so special about this primitive Zanpakuto.

After all, more than [-] gods of death in the entire Goutei [-]th Division hold this thing in their hands, and it can also evolve into a variety of strange Zanpakuto. I have to admit that Qian Da is definitely a fetish.

(End of this chapter)