Shishi Hostel.

This hotel, which has a somewhat fancy name, is actually just an ordinary small hotel. There are very few new guests during the non-peak tourist season. Most of the people who come in and out every day are regular guests. At most, two young couples in love are occasionally welcomed here.

That’s all.

Ji Xing, who is on duty from 9 p.m. to 9 a.m., works more like a jobber. Especially from late at night to 11 p.m. to 6 a.m., he can basically sleep with pay. One of the reasons why he chose this part-time job is

exactly.

In the dead of night, Ji Xing sat on the bed in the room reserved for himself, sitting cross-legged in meditation.

His sitting posture is very particular. It is not the kind of meditation in the one-man world with five hearts pointing to the sky, but more similar to the meditation in the Fairy Tail world.

There is a special term for this in the practice of Shinigami, called "Tool Zen". Generally, Shinigami will sit quietly like this with their Zanpakutō across their legs to communicate with their Zanpakutō. At this time, Ji Xing has not taken back his Zanpakutō.

Zanpakutō, and the object he communicates with is the internal organs fragments of the Soul King in his body!

If there was a Shinigami with extremely powerful psychic abilities like Mr. Yamamoto by his side, he would probably be able to notice that under the human body of Kouki Hirakawa, deep in Ji Xing's soul and in his lungs, there was a faint spot of light flashing.

.

As a strange wave spread out, the guests in the hotel fell asleep more deeply, and the loud snoring was subsided, and Lucia, who was wearing a prosthetic body, showed a comfortable and relaxed expression on her face.

Sleep peacefully.

The light spot in Ji Xing's body became brighter and brighter, until at a certain moment, it suddenly dimmed again.

And with the expansion of the field in the soul, the white-rimmed black wings stretched behind Ji Xing, and the power of the Perfection Technique blessed him!

Ji Xing opened his eyes and stood up, flapped his wings, moved quickly, picked up the breeze, and everything was as usual.

But the hang glider prop folded under the black cloak was lying on the bed intact!

Only through the use of a medium can the Perfection Technique be activated? The power of the Soul King is such an inconvenience!

"The second phase, completed."

For Ji Xing, the second stage transformation of the Perfection Technique is just a thorough understanding of the Perfection Technique. He can trust it on the day he learns the Perfection Technique, and there is nothing worth studying.

Only going deeper and understanding the rules and expressions of the Soul King's visceral fragments will be a challenge for him. After all, the rules of the Death God world are obviously different from those of Naruto and the Demonic Forbidden City.

But in the end, he relied on analogy and regarded the fragments of the Soul King's internal organs as a phase superimposed on his own soul. After spending a while, Ji Xing finally clarified some of the connections and initially mastered this 'gliding rule'.

He doesn't need a physical hang glider as a prop, he can use the spirit particles in the air to make exactly the same wings! And to reach this level...

Ji Xing's eyes were slightly solemn, and his soul covered his body, instantly transforming his body into a spirit and reorganizing it. A death tyrant costume expressing the rules of death was covered on his body. At the same time, the white-rimmed black wings were still growing steadily.

On his death body!

There is no conflict between the two.

This made Ji Xing turn around and look at it with satisfaction.

The clock in the room has passed exactly 12 o'clock.

Time came to the early morning of April 22nd. It had been just three weeks since Ji Xing had re-invaded the world of the Shinigami. He had completely mastered the method of transforming into a physical Shinigami. His spiritual pressure had restored 80% of Yono Masashi's, and he had superimposed the power of the Complete Technique. In addition to the missing slash,

In addition to the soul sword, it can basically be declared that the "full strength" has been restored!

The rest is innovation and progress.

This progress makes Ji Xing quite satisfied.

But of course it's still far from it.

Sitting back on the bed in the state of meditation, Ji Xing helplessly shook his head outside the window and continued to meditate to restore his spiritual pressure. Not far from the top of the building, Hiyori could only see the target he was following turning over on the bed.

Sleep with your butt facing you.

She made a sound and fell asleep as well.

In a blink of an eye, the night passed.

…

In the early morning, just after six o'clock, Ji Xing's newly assigned phone rang. Currently, only Nakamura Qiao and Chado knew his number. There was no need to think about who might be calling him.

"Ha~" Ji Xing yawned after being connected, and said, "What's the matter, Uncle Nakamura? I'm just about to open the door for the early guests."

"...Have you practiced the Perfection Technique all night again?"

Nakamura Pavilion paused and said: "Actually, it doesn't have to be that hard. You are still growing at your age, so you still need enough sleep."

After caring about Ji Xing's situation, he seemed to know that this could not persuade Ji Xing. He changed to an excited tone and said: "Gongshu, go home and have a good rest in a while, and also ask for leave tonight. You can go directly after dinner

Come to the stronghold, um, you must be there before eight o'clock in the evening, there is a big shot who wants to see you!"

"Big shot?"

"Ah, the real big shot is probably here to check you out! If you impress him, you might be able to join Special Operations Team X!"

"Is this so...Okay, I understand."

"Well, don't be too nervous, Gongshu. Anyway, with your talent and hard work, sooner or later..."

After a few more words of encouragement to Ji Xing, Nakamura hung up the phone. Ji Xing thought for a few seconds before walking out of the room and opening the door to the hotel.

A pair of co-workers who got up early have already gone downstairs and exchanged words with each other: "In the past few days, I have always felt that the quality of my sleep has been particularly good. I don't feel tired at all when I wake up."

"Really, you actually think so? I do too, and I sleep very soundly. In the past, if I did too much work, my whole body would hurt so much that I couldn't sleep without drinking some wine. But these days..."

"Hey, that's really weird."

Walking not far behind them, Lucia, wearing school uniform and carrying a schoolbag, frowned slightly.

It must be that the spirit seeds that I accidentally released when I restored my spiritual pressure entered the bodies of these ordinary people and helped them relieve their fatigue, right?

No wonder the recovery of spiritual pressure is so slow. Most of the power may have been lost like this. It is true that I can no longer live in a place like a hotel. If this continues, suspicion will be exposed.

The delay here for a week was probably due to the Shinigami's responsibility. She was worried that Ichigo, who had just become the Shinigami, would not be able to take over her job intact, which would bring disastrous results. In that case, he would be exposed as well, so it was better to take the initiative to report to Vice Captain Hiyori

Frankly confessing the situation can also reduce the damage in this world...

But Ichigo was much better than she expected.

So when she walked past the counter, she put the key on it and said to Ji Xing: "Hello, I want to cancel the rent of the sample room in Xinying."

"Okay." Ji Xing responded, registered, gave change, and refunded the money: "Have you found another place to live or is it a school dormitory? Guests are welcome to come again."

"I can live with my classmates." Lucia responded with a smile: "Goodbye."

"Guest, move slowly."

Leaving the hotel with Ji Xing's polite farewell, Rukia secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This Perfectionist... seemed ordinary. Judging from his age, he seemed to be a marginal figure among Perfectionists. How could he be accepted?

Is Vice Captain Hiyori being particularly targeted?

Forget it, Perfection Jutsu practitioners are not something I should care about. Rukia thought this and didn't notice that she was quietly stared at by two prying eyes as she was walking on the way to school.

…

In the evening, seven o'clock, the moon and stars are scarce.

After finishing dinner, Ji Xing Linda clearly felt that he was being stared at by a gaze on his way to the perfecting master's stronghold.

If it wasn't Hiyori, the idiot Hiyori wouldn't be with him 24 hours a day. And this look contained a faint malice, not to the extent of threatening his life, but it was still very unfriendly.

His spiritual pressure is much stronger than that of Shi Yuanchun, almost reaching captain level.

What a big shot Nakamura Sparrow said.

But are all Perfectionists this style?

When he turned to a dark and deserted alley, he moved behind Ji Xing silently, and stabbed out a long sword without any fireworks in his hand. With a pop, it penetrated Ji Xing from behind!

The knife was inserted from the back ridge and poked out from the chest. Tsukishima Hidekuro, who was standing behind Ji Xing, had a slight smile on his face: "Hirakawa Kouki, don't..."

call--

Halfway through his words, a breeze blew by.

Tsukishima Hidekuro then saw that the boy he had pierced disappeared like a phantom, and his hole shrank suddenly!

Afterimage? No, what is this? Isn’t it a new person who just became a Perfectionist?!

The young man's figure did not disappear, but turned into a sky full of black and white feathers, floating dreamily in front of his eyes, obstructing his vision, and just when his expression became alarmed, poof——!

Two of the feathers turned into two long swords, one on the left and one on the right crossing his chest!

There was no time to react. The attack was even less pyrotechnic than his sneak attack, leaving him without any preparation or precaution!

His heart was stabbed heavily, Tsukishima Hidekuro vomited out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground softly, his eyes still full of confusion.

what happened?

I'm dying?!

Am I not just here to test a young Perfectionist who has just joined the organization? I just want to use the Book of the End to insert a memory into him as I often did before!

Now...I feel like I'm going to die?

He raised his head with difficulty, and the young man in the black cloak acted as if nothing had happened, walking as usual and almost walking out of the alley.

Why?
To be continued...