Chapter 8: Rukia and Renji-Ceifador Restrito(Desculpe, mas você forneceu apenas "易安z", que parece ser um nome ou uma palavra incompleta. Poderia enviar um texto completo para tradução?)

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“Rukia, what are you looking at?”
The red-haired boy with a striking hairstyle pushed through the crowd and stood beside his companion, also glancing at the bulletin board.
“Wasn’t it mentioned during the ceremony? The Student Council.”
Beside him stood a petite and lovely girl with short, black, flipped-back hair and deep purple eyes, her gaze fixed thoughtfully on the notice board.
“Hey, are you thinking of joining the Student Council?” the red-haired boy asked.
“I haven’t thought about it; I’m just looking.”
“If you’re joining, then I’ll join too!”
“It’s not that simple; it says here there will be assessments.”
The red-haired boy shrugged indifferently, “We’ll definitely pass!”
As the two whispered, a figure suddenly appeared before them.
“Are you underclassmen interested in joining the Student Council?”
The man was tall with a notably long face and small eyes barely visible when open, leaving a deep impression at first glance.
“I’m Aotaka, a fifth-year student. If you want to join the Student Council, you need to register first. May I have your names?”
Without waiting for a response, Aotaka pulled out a roster and looked at them.
The red-haired boy cheerfully replied, “Oh! I’m Renji Abarai, and she’s Rukia!”
“Renji, you…”
Rukia hadn’t made up her mind yet; she knew nothing about the Student Council and was only curious because of the crowd around the notice board.
Aotaka noted their names and then asked, “What classes are you in?”
“I’m in Class A, and she’s in Class B.”
Aotaka paused briefly as he wrote, subtly marking “Second Class” after Rukia’s name and “First Class” after Renji’s.
Each grade’s Class A was a special advanced class, gathering the “excellent students.” New first-years had no academic records yet; placement was based on spiritual pressure levels.
A person’s initial spiritual pressure could determine many things.
The standards for Student Council recruitment were clear: priority was given to high achievers.
This wasn’t decided by the president alone but was established through discussions and regulations set by higher authorities.
“There will be a written exam in three days. If you pass, you’ll proceed to an interview. Passing the interview will make you a Student Council member.”
“So complicated,” Renji muttered.
“Only through rigorous selection can one prove their excellence,” Aotaka smiled.
Away from the crowd, Rukia scolded Renji for his rashness, “Idiot! I told you I haven’t decided yet. How could you just register like that?”
Renji scratched his head, “No need to overthink it; if you want to join, just sign up.”
Rukia sighed, “I… well, I saw many from our cohort have already signed up. The competition will be fierce. I might get rejected.”
Renji said confidently, “Those guys aren’t that great. We’ll definitely pass.”
Rukia was speechless. Being placed in Class B meant her spiritual pressure and aptitude were far below Renji’s. She just didn’t know what the assessment criteria were…

The Spiritual Arts Academy had allocated a spacious classroom exclusively for the Student Council’s headquarters. The academy valued the Student Council highly and provided excellent conditions.
For example, the chair Shin was reclining in and the high-quality wooden desk before him.

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As Mitsugoro Kasadori entered, he saw the Student Council president casually putting his feet on the desk, his face darkening instantly.
“Yo, Kasadori!” Shin greeted him warmly upon his arrival.
Kasadori, expressionless, walked up to the desk. Many of the office’s facilities were sponsored by his family, and this desk was personally selected by him for its style and wood.
Suppressing his anger, he said in a low voice, “Shin Tachikawa, you have no dignity as a president! It’s too vulgar!”
Shin tilted his head and smiled, “What can I do? I just happen to be the president.”
“You!”
Kasadori was so angry he momentarily lost his breath, his chest heaving.
Shin then slowly put his feet down and smiled lightly, “Kasadori, your family is really rich. It’s great to have you as vice president. The Student Council will rely on you a lot in the future!”
Kasadori snorted coldly. Shin’s “rich” comment referred only to the office furnishings, which he had no interest in acknowledging. Kasadori’s family was a high-ranking noble house in the Soul Society, overseeing the crafting of weapons, second only to the top ancient noble families like the Kuchiki, Shihouin, and Tsunayashiro clans. Their wealth and influence were beyond Shin’s imagination.
He placed a thick stack of documents on the desk.
“These are the registration files for the new students I just retrieved from the Spiritual Arts Academy archives.”
“So many!” Shin clicked his tongue in surprise.
“Most of the freshmen have applied to join the Student Council,” Kasadori said.
Shin casually flipped through some pages. He noticed the files were categorized; a small portion was set aside as one group, and the rest formed another.
“These are all Class A students. The Student Council only recruits new members from here,” Kasadori explained.
Shin nonchalantly removed the divider and mixed those files with the rest.
“What do you mean?” Kasadori frowned.
Leaning back in his chair, Shin asked, “Do you know what would happen if all first-year Student Council members came exclusively from Class A?”
“...What are you trying to say?”
“If that happens, the Student Council would become an outright privileged organization, placing itself above the students.”
Kasadori frowned, silent.
“There aren’t many students in Class A. If most join the Student Council, what happens to Class A then?”
Kasadori said, “You know the Student Council’s recruitment standards.”
Shin replied, “I do, but among these freshmen, it’s hard to tell who the truly excellent students are. Class A’s roster changes the most in the second year; you must be aware of that.”
Kasadori said solemnly, “If you’re determined, I’ll report this to the academy’s principal.”
Shin chuckled, “The principal is very busy every day; no need to bother him with small matters like this. I’ve made up my mind. Kasadori, if the Class A students are truly outstanding, they will naturally pass the assessments.”
Kasadori didn’t argue further, stayed a moment, then left. Before leaving, he turned back and said, “Don’t put your feet on the desk again; it’s too vulgar!”
Shin resumed reviewing the students’ files. He knew that if Kasadori harbored strong prejudice, he wouldn’t have brought files from outside Class A.
Not a bad guy.
And extremely rich!
Besides Rukia and Renji whom he had met by the bulletin board, Shin found two other familiar names among the freshmen:
Momozono Hinamori.
Kira Izuru.
Both were in Class A, their files noted their origins from the upper-ranking districts of Rukongai.

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Shin’s gaze moved back and forth over their files, his fingers lightly stroking the paper.
The office door was pushed open, and Shūhei Hisagi and Kanisawa entered.
“Relaxing, aren’t you?”
Hisagi looked at Shin’s feet resting on the desk and felt a bit uneasy.
“Who said that? I’m busy working too,” Shin said, gesturing to the documents in his hand.
The two approached the desk and looked at the thick stack. Hisagi exclaimed, “So many? All applying to join the Student Council?”
“Mm.”
Hisagi couldn’t help but ask, “How long will the interviews take?”
Kanisawa calmly said, “Not that many. The written exam will eliminate 90% of them.”
Hisagi was stunned, then said, “The competition’s fierce.”
Shin said, “These freshmen just entered the school and are always curious and enthusiastic about everything.”
He put down the documents, straightened his posture, and stretched.
Kanisawa noticed the top file belonged to a girl, with a photo showing her delicate and cute features, her hair tied in a bun.
She glanced at Shin and said, “This girl’s quite adorable.”
Shin immediately nodded, stroking his chin thoughtfully, “Right? I think so too. I happen to be looking for an assistant...”
Hisagi gave him a speechless look.

Three days later, the written exam took place.
Due to the large number of applicants, the exam was held in a large lecture hall.
Since they were new students, the test didn’t assess professional theory but posed tricky questions, mostly about what they would do in certain situations—questions without fixed answers.
There was one very special question:
[“Have you undergone spiritual pressure training before enrollment? If yes, answer the questions on page 2; if not, leave them blank. Leaving blank does not deduct points, wrong answers deduct points, correct answers do not add points.”]
After the test, Student Council members graded the papers and eliminated 90% of the candidates.
Among them, Renji Abarai from Class A was directly rejected.
His paper was graded by Hisagi.
[“What would you do if, after graduation, you entered a squad different from the one you originally volunteered for?”]
Renji answered: “I would apply to transfer to another squad through the captain.”
[“You have been a regular Shinigami for ten years without becoming a squad officer. What are your thoughts and actions?”]
Renji answered: “It’s impossible for me to be passed over for ten years.”
[“Your friend tells you your superior accepts bribes and breaks regulations. What would you do?”]
Renji answered: “Report it!”