Chapter 2

He had always lingered about the pleasure quarters.

Being dead drunk was the norm.

He had never once attended a single class of the "Noble Talent Education" curriculum.

The tutors were at a complete loss, and in the end, unable to bear the torment, they simply went on strike and quit!

The teachers had all run off.

The "Talent Education" existed in name only.

Even Bai Zai and Yoruichi were affected by it.

Thus.

The Kuchiki family decided.

To stuff Kuchiki Senya, along with the nobles his age, into Shino Academy.

After all.

Shino Academy reported directly to the Thirteen Court Guard Squads, and captain-level figures often dropped by to guest-teach.

The quality of teaching was beyond question.

Even Yamamoto's Heavy Strike occasionally returned to the school to have a look.

The Kuchiki family refused to believe—

That under the old man's nose, Kuchiki Senya could still pull off any tricks!

……

At this moment.

In a corner.

A youth wearing square-framed glasses, with a sunny and handsome appearance, and a faint smile always lingering at the corner of his lips, stood beneath a tree.

"Aizen, the spirit pressure test is about to start."

A female classmate reminded him in a low voice.

"Thank you."

Aizen gave a slight nod, his warm smile causing the young girl's cheeks to flush.

"Kuchiki Byakuya, spirit pressure level 18, assigned to Class One!"

"Urahara Kisuke, spirit pressure level 16, assigned to Class One!"

"Shihoin Yoruichi, spirit pressure level 18, assigned to Class One!"

Above.

The examiner's heart jolted, his fingers trembling slightly.

The students below erupted as well, a buzz of discussion never ceasing.

Among these freshmen, whose spirit pressure was generally only level three or four, these three were unquestionably monsters!

Byakuya, Yoruichi, Urahara, and the others remained expressionless.

Such results were expected.

It was Aizen's turn for the test.

He merely stroked the spirit pressure orb calmly, slowly releasing his spirit pressure.

Unlike Kuchiki Byakuya and the others going all out, the spirit pressure test was as simple as breathing to him, costing no effort at all.

Level 10.

Far from his limit!

"Aizen Sosuke, spirit pressure level 10, assigned to Class One!"

This result.

Though also that of a genius.

But after witnessing the monstrous results of Byakuya and Yoruichi, everyone's threshold of acceptance had risen somewhat.

It didn't stir up much of a ripple.

……

"Sigh."

"Why hasn't Senya come yet?"

Yoruichi rested her chin on her hand, frowning as she looked toward the school gate. "The test is almost over."

"This is the school founded by Head Captain Yamamoto, and captain-level figures are usually stationed here."

"Skipping class on the very first day will be very troublesome."

"Why bother with him."

Kuchiki Byakuya turned his head away, his face cold as an iceberg.

"Don't be so cold—after all, he's your own elder brother." Urahara Kisuke said with a beaming smile.

However.

Just at this moment.

"Whoosh~"

A light breeze swept through the surroundings.

A handsome youth suddenly appeared, wearing a plaid shirt, reeking of alcohol, with two bright red lip prints still on his face.

He waved at Byakuya and the others from afar.

002. My foolish little brother.

The next moment.

GLOSSARY:

Byakuya, Master, Yamamoto's Heavy Strike, Lip Print, Shino Academy, Bright Red Lip Print

A strong, large hand pressed down on Bai Zai's shoulder, and the thick smell of alcohol forced Kuchiki Byakuya to put on a pained expression.

Wearing a loud plaid shirt, he stood out conspicuously among the plain school uniforms around him.

A frivolous, carefree voice rang out.

"My foolish little brother."

"Come, big brother will show you something good!"

Kuchiki Senya smiled slightly and casually pulled out a bottle of liquid the color of oolong tea.

He popped the cap, and a stinging smell of alcohol rushed straight at his face…

"Stay away from me!"

"The family's face — you've thrown it all away!"

Kuchiki Byakuya gave a cold snort. The two lip prints on Kuchiki Senya's cheek only made his face turn an ashen grey.

His eyes had completely turned into a gaze fit for looking at garbage.

Then his body gave a wrench.

But Senya's palm was like a heavy mountain, pressing him ruthlessly in place.

Even though Byakuya used his full strength.

He was like a little insect sealed in amber, unable to shift a single inch.

"Damn you!"

"You won't be so cocky for much longer!"

"You, who have been willingly wallowing in degeneracy — what right do you have to inherit the Kuchiki family!"

Kuchiki Byakuya glared viciously at Senya, his fists clenched tight.

Originally.

His brother had been a peak he could only look up to — the Kuchiki family's first heir.

But.

Ever since two and a half years ago, everything had changed…

A genius had fallen to the mortal dust.

Every day, drinking in the pleasure quarters.

Never again attending class, never again drawing a blade.

Whether the family's or his own personal admonitions, Kuchiki Senya had treated them all as a passing breeze past his ear.

Now.

Kuchiki Byakuya had long since lost heart.

Since big brother would not strive, then he would be the one to bear the Kuchiki family's glory!