It has been three years since I have joined the Academy. My life has been peaceful and everything has been dull.

Classes have been easy and boring but I see no need for me to rush through it and stand out. I did manage to get myself promote one year above and feel no need to put in more effort than needed.

After all, people always fear those who are different and they always envy those who are quick to succeed.

I still have yet to found I am searching for.

I make friends with three of my classmates: Hinamori Momo, Kira Izuru and Abarai Renji. They quite a noisy group of people but none the less they are very kind in their own unique way.

Hinamori Momo - she is an upbeat, easy-going, and friendly girl the type to be the favourite 'Girl next door who I have a crush on'. She is also the type of character who is a good student and get along with every and would try to get everyone to get along. However, I could easily see that she is naive the type of naive person that would make excuses for the people who betray and trick them, only see the good and refuse to see the fault.

'I bet it gonna be that Captain Aizen that she oh so idolizes, that damn bitch is just reminding me too much of the bitches who had killed me for it to be me being paranoid.

I would stay away from her since I don't want to get mixed with such a bright and cheerful person. But of course, me being an Introvert is just begging to be forced adopted by an extrovert like her, I have read too many stories with this kind of dynamic to understand that I can only resign to my fate.

Next is Kira Izuru, and oh boy I thought I was a fairly gloomy person but this guy just make me seem cheerful, though overall I guess he's a decent enough guy pretty loyal too to his friends and his duty. But I can feel that he will be put in a situation where he has to choose between his friend and his duty, I hope he will make a choice that he would not regret when that happens.

And last but not least, the problem child. Abarai Renji is many things from smug and cocky to disquieted and depressed after a major defeat in any of our battle, to brooding and absent-minded when thinking of his childhood friend. He is the type of person I would stay further away from if only to spare myself from all the energy he has. It's kinda obvious that he is deeply in love with his friend Rukia who is now part of the noble Kuchiki clan - yes I know most of the detail because Abarai tends to ramble when in one of his brooding moods.

The four of us spend quite some time studying and training together and as much as I miss my quiet solitary time this is also not bad.

Yet this is still not what I want

Another year has passed by, Hinamori, Kira and Abarai had been allowed to graduate early as I was once again enjoying my solitude.

I continue to leisurely enjoy my everyday life, turn in good enough work to be among the top student but not enough that the teacher would try to bunk me up another year.

It's not that I'm lazy or anything but it's just that I see no reason for me to rush my education nor do I have some kind of goal I want to chase after like Hinamori and Abarai did.

In fact, I'm at the top of my class when it comes to Hakuda, Kido and Zanjutsu and I have already finished all The Academy's curriculum in Shinigami history thanks to my eidetic memory.

If nothing special happens this year too then I would just continue to study the next year for my Sixth-year curriculum.

But then he came and my afterlife suddenly have more meaning to it.

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That day, I did not know it was a coincidence or something some kind of meeting set by fate.

A month has passed well into the academic year, It was by chance that I was asked to bring some documents to the principal's office during my free period. But just as I was about to know on the door I could hear the principal talking to someone.

"Lieutenant Matsumoto, You cannot be serious! Our most pretentious Shinōreijutsuin is not a pre-school for you to drop off a random child just because they show to have Spiritual Pressure. Not only that It has been a full month into the school year I cannot give him special treatment. I am sorry to say this but if he wants to join the academy then he would need to wait for next year to admission himself to the Academy."

Knock- knock

Since I feel that this could lead to a long fight I decided to knock loudly on the door.

"Who there?" The principal asked

"It Aizawa, Sir. Onabana - sensei has sent me to deliver some paperwork to you" I said

"Enter"

Excuse myself as I use one hand to push open the door and walk in not forgetting to close the door on the way- no need for others to see the commotion.

Inside, I could see the principal is sitting behind his large table while the other person from what I hear I assume is Lieutenant Matsumoto. She has shoulder-length blond hair, blue eyes, full lips, and a beauty mark located under the right side of her mouth, and she wore a scarf, tied into a knot around her neck; she dresses in the garb typical of Shinigami with the lieutenant's armband around the arm but the major differences that she has from some of the Shinigami that I have the chance to meet before is that lets her robes hang loose for her … 'large equipment' to be revealed.

As someone who is proud to admit that he drink his 'respecting woman juice' daily, I politely keep my eyes away from that area as I lightly bow my head.

I also notice another person's presence in the room but cannot seem to locate them.

"Aizawa - san, As always, thank you for delivering all the paperwork. You have come just in time."

"Is there something else you need assistance with, sir?" Obviously, he gonna use me as a tie-breaker to refuse to accept whoever Lieutenant Matsumoto trying to enrol into the academy.

"Yes, I would like to hear your opinions on allowing a student to enter the Academy this late into the school year." The principal asks and I notice how he sounded so smug like he expected me to say the same thing as he did just before I come in.

Too bad for him I ain't a kiss ass.

"Hey, wait for a second!" Lieutenant Matsumoto protested.

"I don't see why not sir?" I said making sure to sound as innocent as possible "While it is unheard of for a student to enter the academy this late into the school year." or students who are not from a noble family that is "There must be a reason why the lieutenant insist on enrolling this student despite already know of the proto-con of the Academy. Just let this student take the admission test under supervision to see if they have what it take to enter 'Our most pretentious' academy and if they fail then they would have to accept entering the school the next year"

The principal looks like he sucks on a very sour lemon after my little speech. The lieutenant on the other hand has turned her face to the side covering her mouth to try very hard from laughing. It was then that I finally get to see the face of the third person in the room.

It was a child.

A very small child, with hair as white as freshly fallen snow. Our eyes meet as my icy blue eyes meet with his teal colour orbs.

But what really makes me focus on him is not his look. No, It was his spiritual presence.

Immense and uncontrollable not only that is also freezingly cold.

As I look closer into his eyes I could see deep-rooted loneliness in them. The eyes he has contained too much maturity and intelligence for a child as small as him but it also hold too much childish innocence for a child as self-aware as him.

I could feel the corner of my mouth raise into a small smile at him.

And that seems to get a surprise reaction from him, somehow I'm not really surprised, those who are different are often strung and isolated and with his unique colour combined with his strong spiritual presence, those average souls in Rukongai would instinctively feel fear toward him.

"Since I am free for the rest of the day perhaps I could assist you on testing him, sir?" I said breaking eye contact with the young boy when I realise the principal managed to gain his compose and was going to pour out some kind of bullshit "And if you still not sure I shall also fetch Onabana - sensei"

Of course, I did not wait for the principal answer as I quickly deposit all of the paperwork I was carrying on to the principal's big fancy desk and speed walk my way out of the room to get the Chief Instructor.

Of course, there is a reason why I quickly decide to get Onabana - sensei instead of letting the principal choose one himself. Onabana - sensei not only is a skilful teacher he is also one of the most unbias teachers in the Academy as he has the reputation of expecting no nonsense from his student and would grade both Rukongai students and Sereitei born students equally.

This is the most I could do for that child. The rest I will see if his determination could help him pass the test.

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Change POV - Matsumoto

Just as I was this close to flipping off the principal's big ass fancy table onto his stupid face, someone knock on the door loudly.

A student enters after receiving the principal's order and I was surprised to see a giant pile of paperwork along with a head poke out from behind it.

It was a male student with a stern expression, slender, tall and pale-skinned, his eyes are icy blue and black hair styled in a windswept fashion with a longer fringe that hangs from the right side of his face.

I could feel how he is checking on me but not in a 'Woah who is this hottie?' way that I was familiar with but in a more of the 'who is this person and is she important?' way. I could see how his eyes slightly widen when they land on my boobs (yes, their big everyone away surprised by them) but he respectfully look away from them and properly look at me in the eyes and bow lightly.

Did the principal call him Aizawa? Good kid, If I wasn't so full of righteous anger right now I would try to tease away that stern expression that he's carrying. Honestly, first Toshiro then this kid, don't children nowadays know how to smile anymore?

Then that idiot Principal dares to act smug as he asks for the kid's opinion on whether not Toshiro should be allowed into the Academy. I swear I would use Haineko to burn off that ugly mug he calls face!

Damn, this Aizawa kid sure knows how to tell it to his face he may sound innocent but I had grown up with Gin so I could see a fake smile when I see one. Really at this rate maybe I could ask captain Shiba to recruit this kid.

The proposal he make was logical and sensible leaving no reason for that idiot principal to refuse.

My side started to hurt with how hard I tried my best from laughing out loud.

It was then I notice how Aizawa finally notice Toshiro beside me. From how his eyes widen It seems like he is sensitive enough to be able to feel Toshiro's spiritual pressure. But instead of stepping back, the kid is actually trying to step closer which had really surprised me. Even I wanted to step back from Toshiro's spiritual energy when I first try to wake the kid up from freezing his grandma just because the quality of his energy is just too much.

Aizawa's stern expression seem to melt away as he gives Toshiro a small gentle smile and it aches my heart to feel Toshiro's tiny handgrip onto the corner of my uniform.

What came next was a whole new experience for me as I see how Aizawa skilfully prevent the principal from refusing to give Toshiro the admission test and chose to bring in the one teacher who is less likely to be biassed toward Rukongai kid (Just how old is Onabana anyway? He had been her teacher also back when she just start the Academy).

The kid just drops the pile of paperwork onto the table (which creak under the weight of the pile of paper - how strong is that kid anyway? He surely does not look that strong) and smoothly speed walk out of the room to get Onabana - sensei.

Feeling much more refreshing after seeing the principal being wipe the flood with, I offer a sweet smile to him as he awkwardly offers us a place to sit down to wait for the teacher to arrive.

Really, I have to beg the captain to recruit this Aizawa kid to the 10th division.