Chapter 236: Sixth Grade Genius

Chapter 236: Sixth Grade Genius

The little girl was dressed in tattered clothes, and her entire body was covered in mud and stains. She emitted a stench that made the people around her frown. She looked like a little beggar who had just crawled out of a garbage dump.

Compared to the other clothes around her, which were clean and proper, in order to leave a good impression on the Spiritual Arts Academy, this little girl who was covered in dirt and reeked of a stench could be said to be a crane standing out from a flock of chickens.

The little girl seemed to have been hungry for a long time. Her footsteps were abnormally slow, and her thin and petite body was shaking slightly. It made people worry that a gust of wind would blow her away.

Despite this, she still persisted and walked to the front of Aoyama.

"Hello, old grandpa ---"

The little girl was very polite and bowed respectfully to the old man.

"Well... let's go to the test."

The old face of Aoyama showed a smile, and the good feeling in his heart was born. After all, a polite child was still pleasing to the eye. Foll0w current novÊls on nov/3lb((in).(co/m)

"Yes."

The little girl's physique was very weak. She only said a few words and took a few breaths. Then, she pressed her dirty little hand on the instrument.

Beep! Beep! Beep!!!

In an instant, the instrument made a buzzing sound. The number on it began to jump wildly and finally stopped on the number 'six'.

"Huh"

The eyelids of Aoyama, which had drooped down and seemed to be dozing off, suddenly lit up in their cloudy eyes. "It's... the sixth grade Spiritual Power"

Everyone was shocked!

They waited from day to night. This was the first time they had seen such a strong reaction from that instrument!

They believed that as long as they were not fools, they would understand what this meant.

That girl was different!

Sure enough.

Aoyama, who had been sitting for a long time, slowly stood up, a gentle expression on his face. He stroked his beard and laughed loudly, "Not bad, not bad. I finally found a good seedling. When I go back now, there will be no need for the other old fellows to laugh at me."

This time, there were four recruitment strongholds, which were set up in the north, south, east, and west respectively. He was the examiner responsible for the test at the east gate.

After a whole day,

He had only recruited less than a hundred people, and all of them were 'grade ten Spiritual Power'. Originally, he had already given up hope and was prepared to be ridiculed by the other old fellows when he returned.

But he never expected!

When it was close to the end, the heavens suddenly gave him a surprise!

The first assessment was 'grade six Spiritual Power'. If there were no accidents in the future, it would be almost certain that he would become a captain level death god!

"This is impossible!"

The black man felt extremely angry and thought that he had been discriminated against. He roared, "You are discriminating against me. Why didn't I pass? Did this damn bastard pass? Damn old man, are you secretly playing tricks behind my back?"

"Child, what is your name?"

A cold light flashed in the eyes of Aoyama. He slowly raised his fingertips and said lightly, "Bakudo #1: Restrain."

Pew!

Invisible spiritual power surged out from his fingertips and instantly bound the black man's hands and feet. No matter how he struggled, he could not break free of the restraint.

"Ah!"

The black man fell to the ground fiercely. When he raised his head, he just happened to see the old man's cold eyes. The dense killing intent came, making him feel as if he was about to be frozen.

"Ha... you're quite bold."

Aoyama pulled the girl behind him and then sneered while stroking his beard. "How dare you attack a student of the Spiritual Arts Academy in front of me. The death penalty is hard to forgive!"

"No... you can't kill me!"

The black man was completely panicked. Only then did he remember that the old man in front of him had walked out from the white giant wall... death god!

The black man looked frightened and wriggled wildly on the ground. He wanted to stay away from the old man in white and then began to talk nonsense. "I... I am a citizen of the United States of America. You can't kill me. You don't have the right to judge me..."

Before he could finish his words, a light of sword swept past his neck.

Chi

A head fell to the ground, blood gushing out like a fountain.

Hiss -

The surrounding hundreds of people witnessed this scene and gasped, their faces turning pale.

"The law?"

The blood dripped from Aoyama's sword, "In Soul Society, Seireitei is the law."

After that.

Aoyama glanced at everyone coldly. "Do you have any objections?"

"No, we have no objections!"

"That's right, that guy deserved to die!"

"Yes, yes..."

The surrounding onlookers shook their heads and turned into the righteous side. They pushed all the anger and guilt to the black man who had lost his head.

What a joke...

Who would dare to object to the sword in your hand?

Many of them looked disdainful. They brought out the laws of the United States of America. This person's brain was probably flooded. This was Soul Society!

"Child, come here."

The cold expression on Aoyama's face disappeared. He then revealed a gentle smile and said, "From today onwards, you are my disciple!"

"Yes... Teacher!"