Chapter 192 Call My Name
"Shādachi is the form of a Zanpakutō before it is released. It is also the prototype of all Zanpakutō."
"It is the appearance of a Zanpakutō before it is fully formed. It does not have its own name, and it has not yet given birth to its own soul."
"Only when one's spirit and beliefs are written into it, and the soul of the god of death is used to shape it, can Asauchi be born with his own name and consciousness, and become the only Zanpakutō that belongs to this person alone."
The instructor of Class 1, Grade 1 introduced to the whole class the origin of the pile of swords on the podium.
"More than 6,000 members of the Gotei 13, including the chief officers, vice-captains, and captains, all received the shallow sword when they were students, injected their own spirit and beliefs into it, and after years of training, they built it into their own Zanpakutō."
"Although you are new students, as the elite of the special improvement class, you are already qualified to obtain your own shallow cavalry and begin to cultivate your own Zanpakutō."
"These are the shallow swords that will be loaned to you temporarily. They will only be officially granted to you when you successfully graduate from the Shinō Spiritual Academy and join the Gotei 13."
"As for whether you can successfully shape it and transform it into a Zanpakutō that truly has its own name, consciousness, shape, state, and ability, that depends on your own ability."
The instructor looked at the pairs of eyes in front of him that were full of expectation, even eager and impatient, smiled bitterly, and said something.
"Now, starting from the first seat in the front row, come up one by one to receive your shallow shots."
As soon as these words were spoken, the student sitting in the first seat in the front row immediately stood up and ran to the podium at a speed almost like a sprint.
"Hurry up and get it."
Seeing that the other party was looking around undecidedly, not knowing which one to choose, the instructor immediately urged him.
"Zanpakutō's initial form is the same, with no difference in appearance. After they have their own names and are released for the first time, the shape and size of the blade will change depending on each person's situation and personality."
"So, there's no need to dwell on it. Just take a handful."
"Now they are all the same, there is no difference at all, there is no need to be picky."
Hearing this, the man took a hammer from the table and ran back to his seat excitedly to play with it.
"Next one, come up and get it quickly."
The instructor maintained order and allowed students to go on stage one by one to receive their own shallow strokes.
Aize sat in the last seat in the last row, so he was also the last one to go on stage.
When he went on stage, there was only one piece of shallow strokes left on the stage. The instructor picked it up and handed it to him personally, giving him an encouraging look.
Aize took Qianda back to his seat and looked at him carefully.
Just as the instructor said, at the beginning, the Asauchi, who had not yet developed their own names, consciousness and abilities, were all the same, with normal-sized samurai swords.
Aize himself has two Zanpakutō, but he feels that Asao's appearance is closer to Toudou Kirin's Senhakiri.
The unique authority was activated within the body, causing the gold-plated lines to flicker slightly.
Aize immediately realized that this sword was different from Ryujin Jakka and Hyorinmaru, and also different from his other special weapons. It was empty inside, with nothing in it, just like an ordinary piece of iron, and did not look like a sword specially used by the god of death at all.
The rest of the people in the classroom didn't feel anything. They were fiddling with their knives excitedly. Some were holding their knives and muttering to themselves, as if they were naming them.
"Okay, stop playing around there, put away all your shallow shots and listen to me."
When the instructor saw that those people were actually giving their own shallow names, he immediately became drunk.
"What you need to do next is to sleep and eat with your Asada every day, and try to keep Asada with you at all times."
"It is best to synchronize your thoughts with Asaochi, allowing it to bathe in your spiritual pressure every day and absorb your spirit, thoughts and beliefs."
"Keep doing this, and when you have enough ability, you will hear a voice."
"This voice will tell you a name. As long as you can hear it clearly, then shout it. That is the name of your Zanpakuto."
"That's right, the Zanpakuto will have its own name, it's not what you give it. Those guys who are nagging can shut up now, isn't that embarrassing?"
The instructor's words made the students who had been mumbling blush and made the rest of the class burst into laughter.
The teacher then continued.
"When you know the true name of your Zanpakutō, you can release its true form and power by calling out its name. We call this process Shikai, which means the initial liberation of the sword, the first stage of liberation."
"If there is a first stage, there will naturally be a second stage. In addition to Shikai, Zanpakuto has a higher level of form and power. We call it Bankai."
"Bankai is the final release of Zanpakutō, but it is too far away for you. You should first work hard to complete Shikai."
As soon as the instructor finished speaking, someone raised his hand.
"Teacher." Abarai Renji asked impatiently, "When can we start our first release?"
"You guys?" The instructor smiled and said, "What are you thinking about? It's still early!"
"Let me tell you this. There are six grades in the Shinō Academy, but there is not even one person who can achieve Shikai."
"Don't say you are just students. Even if you successfully graduate and join the Gotei 13, you are just ordinary soldiers."
"Ordinary members of the Gotei 13 don't know how to perform Shikai. Those who can perform Shikai are basically the chief officers of each division."
In other words, once one is able to successfully perform the Shikai, one can leave the ranks of ordinary soldiers and become a chief officer in each division, becoming a well-known figure in the Gotei 13.
"Is this so difficult?"
Hinamori Momo couldn't help but let out a low cry.
"…This is just the Shikai, right?" Kira Izuru couldn't help but say, "What about Bankai? Isn't it even harder?"
Bankai?
The instructor burst out laughing.
"Let me tell you this again." The instructor crossed his arms and said word by word: "In every era, among the thousands of Shinigami, there are only less than twenty who can perform Bankai."
"Once Bankai is achieved, the name of the god of death will be recorded in the history of Soul Society and remembered forever by future generations."
"The Shinigami who can use Bankai have basically become the captains of each division. One of the necessary conditions for becoming a captain is to master Bankai."
"So you understand, right?"
Hearing this, all the students in the audience were speechless.
In every era, among the thousands of Shinigami, only less than twenty can achieve Bankai?
Can you become the captain after achieving Bankai?
Doesn't that mean that it's impossible to achieve Bankai without becoming the pinnacle of Soul Society?
No, the order is reversed.
It should be said that once one achieves Bankai, one will become the pinnacle of Soul Society.
All the students were immediately frightened by this incident.
Including the fearless Abarai Renji.
"That's why I told you so, didn't I?" Seeing that everyone was frightened by him, the instructor spread his hands and said, "Bankai is too far away for you. Not to mention you, it's also too far away for the teachers at the Shinō Academy of Spiritual Arts."
"Even the dean of our academy couldn't achieve Bankai, let alone us?"
"Let alone Bankai, even achieving Shikai is difficult. I don't know how many of you will have the opportunity to own your own Zanpakutō in the future."
All the students in the class fell into silence.
As the elites of the class, they were quite confident in themselves, and had a sense of superiority and even arrogance in front of other classes.
But now, the instructor told them that even if you are elites, most of them will be just ordinary death gods after graduation.
Even for their coveted Zanpakuto, it is not easy to have its own name, its own power, and its own consciousness.
In other words, even if one succeeds, it is impossible to hear the name of one's own Zanpakutō or learn its true name without the ability equivalent to that of a seat official.
Thinking of this, the arrogance in many people's hearts disappeared.
Abarai Renji held the Asado tightly, stared at it, and whispered.
"I must complete the Shikai successfully."
Not only Abarai Renji thought so, but Kira Izuru and Hinamori Momo also thought so.
Bankai is too far away, they dare not think about it.
However, the initial enlightenment must be achieved no matter what.
This is an idea that every person who is unwilling to be ordinary will have.
Only Aize didn't seem to be listening to the instructor.
He just held up his own sword and stared at it. The gold-plated lines on his body flashed faster and faster.
At the same time, Aize also injected his own spiritual pressure into the shallow strike, as if he was beating it, stirring it in waves.
Gradually, Aize felt it.
He felt that the shallow strike in his hand was absorbing his spiritual pressure and even absorbing his soul breath.
The authority accelerated this process, making the shallow hitting seem to be re-forged and gradually began to heat up.
Sudden--
“Buzz…”
Aize struck with the sword in his hand, and a burst of majestic spiritual pressure appeared.
It was the same authority as the one within Aize's body, a golden spiritual pressure.
The golden spiritual pressure burned slowly, causing the sword in his hand to be stained with a layer of gold.
"Call..."
Then, Aize heard a faint voice.
"Call..."
"Call..."
"Call my name..."
(End of this chapter)
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