Be a Human Again From Conan Chapter 147

  Chapter 147 Doesn't Look Like a Good Man (4K asks for a monthly pass)

   A few days later.

  Seiling Court, the gate of the team building of the Fifth Division.

  Aizen stopped in her tracks, and looked at the figure in front of her with some surprise: "Captain? It's rare for you to be so neatly dressed. Is this...?"

The man in front of him has a yellow curly hair, and always has a half-smile expression. Even wearing the captain's haori, it still gives people the feeling of being a fool, especially the fifth division of the thirteenth team of the Gotei team. Captain - Hirako Mako.

   "Where are you going, Aizen?"

   "Ah, today is the day of the entrance ceremony for the new Mao Lingshu Academy students. You know I will go there every year to see if there are any outstanding freshmen and guide him into our fifth team."

  Mako Hirako smiled: "Then you really worked hard. As the captain, I have to share your work occasionally. Let's work together."

  Lan Ran showed a hint of surprise: "Captain, you are not the most annoying... Ah, no, I'm sorry."

"No, no, it's nothing. I really don't want to listen to the captain's long speech. Generally, there are no other captains to suffer at the freshmen's entrance ceremony." Hirako Mako showed a slightly weird smile: "But my vice-captain is here because of this. I have been absent for several days, so I am somewhat curious."

   "Really?" Aizen asked in surprise.

   "Am I acting so obvious? That's right, this freshman may indeed have an interesting child that I care about.

  Do you remember my last mission to the present world? That time, I happened to meet a talented child and held a soul burial for him. "

   "So that's how it is." Mako Hirako said, "Let my vice-captain never forget, of course I have to take a look."

   "Then let's go, Captain."

  The captain and vice-captain were in harmony, Mako Hirako had a meaningful smile on her face, until she was walking and was suddenly hit by a flying foot!

   It flew out with a bang!

   "Hahaha, idiot! The sneak attack was successful!"

  The little girl who was less than 140 tall and wore two blond braids laughed triumphantly, and Pingzi, who hit the wall with a bag, jumped up angrily.

   "Hyyori! What are you doing?!"

   "Slightly~" Hiyori made a grimace: "Idiot Mako, where are you going? Dressed so neatly, whose funeral are you going to?"

  Aizen showed a familiar smile: "The captain is taking me to attend the entrance ceremony of this year's Maou Lingshu Academy."

   Neither of them listened to him.

   Mako Hirako had a dangerous expression on his face, Hiyori continued to provoke, and soon they fought together.

  Aizen said helplessly, "Vice Captain Hiyori...Captain, we're going to be late."

   "Yono, we are running late!"

  Ji Xing straightened his white Zhenyang Academy of Spiritual Art school uniform jacket in front of the mirror, and said to his roommate Li Muqin who just met next to him: "It's too late, we still have at least half an hour."

  Li Muqinyi is a "freshman" who appears to be about the same age as Ji Xing, but has actually been a spirit for more than 15 years and has taken the exam four times before entering school.

He still maintained his appearance-like disposition, and hurriedly said: "Today is the first day, the first day of school, those noble students said that even the legendary captain will come to the entrance ceremony, hurry up, Yono, go early , to leave a good impression on the teachers and the captain.”

   "Let's go, let's go."

  Ji Xing hasn't experienced student life for a long time since Ke learned the world, and he really didn't adapt to the mentality of students for a while.

   When he came to the square in front of the building more than 20 minutes earlier, he found that many freshmen had arrived, and they were faintly divided into two teams.

   Not men and women, but nobles and commoners.

  Among the nobles, a freshman is obviously more calm, having learned about the life of the Zhenyang Academy of Spiritual Art in advance, while the commoner Ruhun is more nervous and looking forward to it.

  The number of people is not too many. Although there are new souls entering the world of corpses and souls every moment, there are very few people who have the qualifications to become gods of death.

   For a long time, the number of Reapers in the Gotei Thirteenth Team has only been kept at about 6,000, of which about 200 are captains and officers, and most of the rest are ordinary Reapers.

  There are usually no more than 200 freshmen in the same class, and after six years, it would be good if a quarter of them can successfully graduate and become Death Gods.

   Ji Xing only has 164 people this year.

  There were more and more people, and he paid attention to the appearance of every freshman, but he couldn't see any familiar faces among them.

Suddenly, a blond-haired aristocratic boy raised his voice and said: "Although we have not many new students this time, I heard that among them there is one with sixth-level spiritual pressure, and two with fifth-level spiritual pressure." The soul of the Reiatsu. One of them is me with the fifth-level Reiatsu. My name is Imamura Moriyuki. Who are the other two?"

   These words are actually very hateful, as if people under five or six levels of spiritual pressure are ignored.

   There is disgust, envy, and curiosity.

  Li Muqin was very envious, and whispered in Ji Xing's ear, "Really, I only have second-class Reiatsu... By the way, Yono, what class are you?"

  Ji Xinggao raised his hand: "I, I am the sixth-class Reiatsu, Yono Masashi."

  The surrounding area was silent for a moment.

   "It turned out to be a commoner?" A few seconds later, the whispered discussion gradually appeared, and Li Muqin stared blankly: "Really, really! You, why didn't you tell me?!"

  Ji Xing smiled and said, "You didn't ask."

   Imamura Mamoruyuki also looked over, there was no hostility, just nodded in greeting, as if he regarded Ji Xing as an opponent, and said: "Is there a fifth-class Reiatsu classmate?"

   Everyone looked at each other, but no one responded.

   "Hey, haven't you come yet?"

At this moment, a well-behaved girl with glasses, black hair, and a well-behaved appearance suddenly ran over in a panic. She was more than ten meters away. When she looked up, she suddenly saw that everyone's eyes were focused on her, and she almost stumbled in fright. .

   "I, am I late?" She said timidly.

   Couldn't be her? Everyone looked away.

  Ji Xing felt a little familiar, and recalled a little: "Oh... Ise Nanao?"

  The future vice-captain of the Eighth Division, a strong female secretary, and now she is just a timid little girl, and she finally has an 'acquaintance' among her classmates.

   Soon, someone more familiar came.

White eyebrows and white beard, a tough old man with a crossed scar on his head and a cane appeared in front of the freshman team in a blink of an eye. A faint pressure pressed on all the freshmen, making them all silent for an instant, and their eyes focused on one .

  It is the captain of the Gotei 13th Team, the founder and principal of the Mao Lingshu Academy, the strongest **** of death in the past millennium, Motoyanagi Yamamoto Shigekuni!

  Following his appearance, a series of death gods in death costumes also appeared on both sides of him. They were all teachers from the Zhenyang Academy of Spiritual Art, and greeted him respectfully: "Master Chief!"

  Yamamoto Motoyanagisai Shigekuni pushed the crutch with Zanpakuto hidden on the ground heavily, glanced at all the freshmen, and said in a deep voice: "The 715th freshman entrance ceremony of Shino Academy of Spiritual Art begins!"

   "Ah, late, late."

  In the corner outside the Maou Academy of Spiritual Art, Mako Hirako said helplessly: "It's all your fault, Hiyori."

   "Idiot! Who told you to fight back!"

  Mako Hirako didn't bother to pay attention to her, and looked at the captain and freshman team who were speaking from a distance: "Aizen, is the freshman you are concerned about inside?"

  Aizen smiled: "Ah, yes."

   "Which one? Point out to me with the spirit son."

   "This..." Aizan asked, "Isn't it a little rude to act like this when the captain is speaking?"

   "It's okay, it's okay, the captain will know when we appear here. I've already been rude, so I'm not afraid to be more rude."

  Aizen shook her head helplessly, and pointed to him.

  Mako Hirako cast her eyes over: "This one, it does look like a good Reiatsu, but it doesn't look...it's nothing special?"

   Hiyori raised his eyebrows: "Yeah, just an ordinary child."

  Mako Hirako's eyes slanted: "Child?"

  133's Hiyori was furious: "Idiot?!"

  Ji Xing was listening to the captain's speech carefully, just like other freshmen, even though what the old man was talking about was only the glory and history of the soul world.

  This old man who symbolizes the history of the soul world has incomparably powerful power. It is not comparable with different worldviews. Most of the fights are won by Kaguya, who is capable and immortal, but Ji Xing feels that the value of the starlight he represents may not be lower than that of Kaguya.

   Reversely release your Reiatsu to attract his attention? Ji Xing thinks this is not a good idea.

   As far as my little Reiatsu is concerned...

  Boom!

  Suddenly, Yamamoto Motoyasa Shigekuni stopped speaking, and the crutches hit the ground again. An even greater pressure pressed on all the freshmen.

   "Mako Hirako!" He said in a low voice.

  Three figures appeared following his voice, and respectfully said in front of his eyes: "Master Chief!"

   "If you want to attend the entrance ceremony, stand behind me." The chief captain said.

   "Yes, yes, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Mako Hirako apologized again and again, stood up obediently, and only quietly squinted at Hiyori, it's all your fault!

  Hyyori's forehead twitched, and he didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of the captain.

After the three of them stood up behind them, the spirit pressure from the captain's body was retracted unconsciously. The freshmen's expressions relaxed, and the respectful expressions on their faces became more intense. At the same time, they looked at the three newcomers curiously, who... Is it the captain of the Fifth Division?

   Ji Xing felt numb.

  Because Aizen was smiling at him.

  I really want to escape, but I can't.

  He could only respond with a slightly surprised expression, and continued to listen to the captain's speech.

   Until more than an hour later, the freshmen ceremony ended, the captain left, and the team disbanded. They went to the building and were divided into classes.

Li Muqin looked excited, followed Ji Xing, and whispered to him: "We are in the same dormitory, so we must be in the same class, right? Will civilians and nobles be separated? But then again, you This guy actually has a sixth-level spiritual pressure, which is really enviable..."

  The conversation stopped halfway, because a figure wearing a deadly costume appeared in front of them, and the surrounding students also paused and looked around.

   "That is..."

"just now…"

   "Let's get to know each other again, I'm the vice-captain of the Fifth Division, Aizen Soyousuke." Aizen looked at Ji Xing and said, "Do you still remember me? A boy."

   "Of course, Vice Captain!" Ji Xing bowed his head with respect.

   "Looking forward to your performance in the Shinyang Academy of Spiritual Art, and becoming the **** of death as soon as possible. The fifth team welcomes you to join." Aizen smiled and said: "Of course, if you have other choices, I don't mind."

   "Yes, thank you!" Ji Xing replied.

   "Come on." Aizen disappeared instantly.

  The quiet environment around suddenly became noisy, and surprised eyes cast on Ji Xing.

   "Just after entering school, I was..."

   "Is this the sixth level of Reiatsu?"

"so envious!"

   "The vice-captain of the Fifth Division, sir? Looks very gentle..."

Beside   , Li Muqin hooked Ji Xing's shoulders one by one, and said in a low voice, "Damn it! You bastard...you actually know a vice-captain? How much have you kept from everyone!"

  Ji Xing shook his head, and explained to everyone: "No, it just happened that when I was still in this world, Master Lan Ran held a soul burial for me."

   All the new students suddenly felt envious.

   "So that's how it is. Your luck is too good. It's the sixth-class spiritual pressure again, and the vice-captain buried your soul again, and invited you to join the team in advance." Li Muqin's eyes turned red.

lucky? Do you want to change with you?

  Ji Xing sighed.

   There is nothing to be lucky, Aizen even personally came forward to label himself as him.

   Must have noticed something strange about me, God of Fire Kagura Wu? That thing is just an ordinary sacrificial dance in this world, and it's useless.

   Or, he noticed me earlier and just kept hiding in the dark? Is there anything else unusual about me?

  Ji Xing replays the scenes of the day he invaded.

   I can't think of it, there are so many things that are different from the soul of an ordinary boy!

   So now, what should I do?

   Hypocrisy and deceitfulness, hiding oneself, lurking beside Aizen, looking for opportunities?

   Isn't that Ichimaru Gin? Hidden for more than a hundred years, in exchange for the chance to almost kill Aizen in the end, am I the same? I can not.

  I don't have that kind of forbearance and level.

  My acting skills are okay, but I can fool ordinary people, Aizen? Impossible to fool.

  As long as you get close to him, hostility and guard will eventually be seen through by him!

   will make him more curious and attentive.

  The word 'death' on the top of the forehead!

  Then... He suddenly smiled in relief.

  In this case, let's go straight to it.

   Anyway, I won't die!

  He whispered to Li Muqin: "That's what I said, but I don't know why, I always feel that this vice-captain Lan Ran...is not a good person."

   "...?!" Li Muqin glared, let go of Ji Xing, and took two steps away, what are you talking about? !

  Puff Chi—

  In the distance, suddenly there were two laughters at the same time. Mako Hirako and Hiyori moved in sync, looked at each other, and burst out laughing.

  Mako Hirako: "Aizan, you are so right, he is indeed an interesting boy, sharp enough, hahahaha..."

   "Haha, hahahaha, yes, I like him! I want to bring him to the 12th Division, you are not allowed to fight me, you idiot Mako!"

  Aizan had some surprise in his eyes, he pushed his glasses, didn't he? is that so?

  He said helplessly and aggrievedly: "Captain, Vice Captain Hiyori, you... this young man seems to have misunderstood me..."

   6500 for two chapters, equal to three chapters, okay?

  (end of this chapter)

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