Chapter 22 Aren’t you human?

Chapter 22 Aren’t you human?

Chapter 22 Aren’t you human?
"So... you just let Unohana-sensei cut you? So that you can deeply experience the mystery of Kaido healing yourself?"

After listening to Lu Li's explanation, Aizen looked at him strangely, "You got chopped and became addicted?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Who would get addicted to having their heart cut open by the Speed ​​Slash?!"

Lu Li was speechless. In order to avoid any strange misunderstanding on Aizen's part, he had just explained it to Aizen and asked him to keep it a secret.

After two months of getting along, he didn't dare to say anything else, but at least he was sure that Aizen kept his mouth shut and wouldn't spread any rumors.

"But I heard that after class, people would always hear voices like 'Teacher, please do it again' in the classroom."

Aizen said expressionlessly.

Lu Li's expression was stiff. "That's because I want to improve too much... By the way, who did you hear this from?!"

Aizen glanced at all the students in the classroom, "Everyone in the Shinō Spiritual Arts Academy... should know about this, right? It has become one of the seven great ghost stories of the academy."

"Ah? There are seven strange stories in the Spiritual Arts Academy?"

Lu Li was shocked again, thinking, isn't this a school legend that only exists in junior high and high schools in this world? Usually it's about ghosts, but you are the god of death, how can you play this game?
"Yes, didn't I tell Lu Jun?"

Aizen commented seriously: "The blood-stained bamboo sword in the equipment warehouse, the shallow fight that disappears every midnight, the dormitory building where the air spirit particles decrease at night, the white mice that never stop bleeding, the rice that disappears in the late-night cafeteria, the stairs that change class, and... the Kaido classroom where strange noises are heard after class."

Lu Li held his forehead with one hand. He was convinced by these students from the Zhen Yang Spiritual Arts Academy. It can only be said that gossip is a bad taste that no one can escape, whether they are human or the god of death.

And he really wanted to complain, among the so-called seven strange stories, Sosuke is clearly going to take the blame too! ?

After nightfall, the spirit particles in the dormitory building became thinner. It must be you, the King of Rolls, causing trouble! ?
"Mr. Lu, the rice in the late-night canteen..."

Before Aizen could finish his words, Lu Li raised his hand, shook his head and spoke in one breath, "Definitely not me!"

After the little episode, he and Aizen both began to calm down and resonate with their Zanpakutō, although Aizen was just pretending, after all, he had already mastered the Shikai.

Lu Li has gained a lot in the past two months at the Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy. Not only has the levels of various combat specializations been improved, but he has also mastered a large number of skills.

For example, the advanced instant movement technique 'Kusan' won from Yoruichi, the 'Shinigami Kaido' learned from Unohana, as well as the various binding techniques and relatively practical broken techniques mastered in the Kidō class.

He has already achieved remarkable accomplishments in the art of Kaido. Now Unohana-sensei only needs to be responsible for chopping, and he can do the healing himself, but his speed still needs practice.

A fatal injury like the one from the left shoulder to the waist and abdomen can now be healed in ten minutes. If he goes to the medical corps for support, this level is more than enough.

But the problem is that if he wants to use it immediately in battle, the speed is still too slow. At least he needs to practice to the point where he can recover from minor injuries instantly and recover from serious injuries within a few breaths.

The reason why he didn't consider fatal injuries for the time being was that no matter how fast he recovered from the Dao Refining, if he encountered an enemy who could inflict fatal injuries on him, he would most likely be powerless to recover.

If possible, Lu Li wanted to practice Huidao to the point where he could recover from severe injuries in an instant, which would be of great practical significance.

But now it seems that this goal is still very far away. At least he will not be able to reach that level during his stay in this world.

Of course, his current practice is by no means in vain, his Huidao can already be initially applied in combat, and he heals his physical injuries very quickly.

As for spiritual pressure, it's not that Lu Li is being lazy, but he doesn't want to be a show-off with only attributes.

The master once taught him that he did have a kind of numerical beauty, but that was only relative to ordinary people. If he only relied on his strength to fly, he would suffer a loss when he met a master one day. Therefore, the practice of martial arts skills was the top priority. He had already mastered the practice of spiritual pressure and could practice it at any time, but it would be a pity if he missed a place like the Shin'o Spiritual Arts Academy where he could get high-quality skills for free.

Most importantly, he had analyzed his mission and feared that if he wanted to pass the Maou Spiritual Academy quickly, he might face some special assessment.

The examiner's spiritual pressure is 100% higher than mine, and he will most likely not use his spiritual pressure to bully me, so what I should improve most at the moment is my overall skills.

However, in the next period of time, he will ask Unohana teacher to be gentler to him, because his Huidao has reached the master level, and there is no need for daily after-class guidance to be so intense. This will also save his energy and allow him to curl up at night.

Lu Li looked down at the shallow sound in front of his knees. He had tried to resonate with it every day in the past two months, but failed every time.

He felt that it was not because his 'Spiritual Power' level was not high enough, nor that he did not have the talent to resonate with his Zanpakutō, but that something seemed... a little strange deep in his soul.

He examined his own heart and gazed into his own soul, facing the boundless purple-black, as if he was staring into an abyss.

He gazed into the deepest part of his soul and felt as if he was falling, with some horrible roar echoing in his ears.

"Sosuke, what was it like when you first heard the sound of your Zanpakuto?"

After thinking about it, Lu Li decided to ask Aizen for advice.

"The sound of your Zanpakuto?"

Aizen opened his eyes. He was not actually resonating, but cultivating his spiritual pressure. "The voice of our Zanpakuto is the voice of our soul. I have forgotten what it said to me the first time."

Lu Li didn't believe that Aizen would forget. Most likely, the other party didn't want to reveal his "privacy". He changed the way he asked, "Did the Zanpakuto speak human language? Was the voice calm or violent? Was it gentle or terrifying?"

Aizen looked at Lu Li strangely, "Zanpakuto is a reflection of one's soul. Generally speaking, unless one is self-loathing, a Zanpakuto will not have any ill will towards its master, right? As for whether what you said is human language... Lu Jun, aren't you a human?"

"Of course I'm human."

Lu Li felt a little upset. He knew what Aizen meant. Normally, a Zanpakuto would speak human language, unless the Zanpakuto itself was not human.

Because the spirit of a Zanpakutō can be said to be born from the soul of its master, then of course the language knowledge is the same. Even if he knows many foreign languages, the foreign languages ​​spoken by the Zanpakutō are considered human language, and it should not be said that he cannot understand them at all.

But the problem is that he seemed to have heard a few inexplicable whispers among those horrific roars.

"Then, Mr. Lu, do you hate yourself?"

Aizen analyzed Lu Li's problems carefully like a psychologist.

Lu Li was silent for a moment, thinking back to his life before coming to the End Space.

He had been an orphan since childhood and was taken home by his master when he was still a baby. There were only two people he cherished most in his life.

A master.

A senior sister.

But they all died, died in front of him.

(End of this chapter)