In Soul Society, love and bond begin

Shutara Senjumaru agreed very gently.

The way he looked at Saito was like an old farmer looking at lush young leeks.

Fujimiya Makoto followed Senjumaru's instructions and put the bracelet on his wrist.

next moment.

"Om-"

In that extremely brief moment, Fujimiya Makoto felt as if his whole body was covered with a heavy shackle. Whether it was his hands, feet or body, they all seemed to have become countless times heavier in an instant.

However, this is just an appearance.

In fact, what was most affected were the active spirit particles in his body that were originally as easy to use as his arms and legs.

Just talking about the level of ghosts.

If Fujimiya Makoto could use seventy or eighty levels of Kidō in one breath with his previous efforts, then he could probably only use thirty or forty levels of intermediate Kidō even if he tried his best now.

The gap between them is naturally not measurable.

Also affected are strength, speed, agility...

Because, the spirit particle is the essence of the god of death.

"Whoa whoa!"

"It's really become a lot weaker!"

Saito Fulaubushi also put on the bracelet, but there was an expression of surprise on his face.

This feeling of being constrained by pressure surprisingly suits her taste!

As long as you maintain this state, you can enjoy the fighting to your heart's content, right?

"nice! You love it."

Shutara Senjumaru smiled, and the bony hands behind him suddenly stretched out and patted the two men on the chest.

Immediately afterwards, Fujimiya Makoto and Saito both discovered that the Shinigami suits on their bodies suddenly burned like flying flames, appearing to be wrapped in a black and red flame stream.

However, this state comes and goes quickly.

Almost at the moment the burning stopped, the black and red flames returned to their original shape of clothing.

However, there are subtle differences.

Fujimiya Makoto looked down at his cuffs and crotch, and could clearly feel that the tightness of the clothes and the size of specific parts were more suitable for his body shape, almost fitting him perfectly.

Can clothes automatically change size?

"Hey—wait!"

However, just as he was thinking this, he heard Saito beside him suddenly shouting again.

Turning around, I saw her holding her chest with both hands, her pretty face flushed red as she loudly complained: "W-How did the clothes here suddenly become like this?!"

Fujimiya Makoto took a look.

Then, Saito's chest, which originally looked ordinary under the loose clothes, actually outlined a rather large arc.

Unbelievable!

Is this the effect of custom tightening clothing?!

Fujimiya Makoto looked once, twice, and three times.

Saito, the idiot, immediately discovered her and yelled at her loudly, "Idiot!"

"Don't look this way!"

Then he turned to look at Sudara again...

Still mediocre.

Ugh.

That should definitely not work.

"Makoto-kun."

Shutara Senjumaru narrowed his eyes slightly, and smiled dangerously: "You seem to be thinking about something very interesting in your primitive paramecium-like brain?"

"Can you tell me so I can hear it?"

"..."

Fujimiya Makoto was silent for a while, then sighed softly, "This material, tsk, this is the first time I've worn clothes that fit me so well."

"Thank you very much, Senjumaru."

"That's it."

Shutara Senjumaru clearly had no intention of letting him go, and his smile became even more dangerous:

"In that case, could you please help me with the next ghost test?"

"Eh?!"

Fujimiya Makoto was stunned at first.

The next second, Xiuduoluo still smiled and stretched out his hand towards him:

"The Eighty-eighth Breakthrough..."

"Hey, hey, hey! There's no way we can stop the number 80 ghost no matter how hard we try!!"

"...Flying Dragon strikes the thieves with the Sky-shaking Thunder Cannon!"

The booming thunder pierced the air, creating a flashing arc in the center of the desolate training ground.

Fujimiya Makoto, running like a wolf and rushing like a pig!

This guy Senjumaru really holds a grudge!

On the contrary, Saito Fuuma next to him was extremely sharp and grasped Senjumaru's pain points at a time when he shouldn't have been so sharp.

She looked down at the bulging clothes that outlined her figure, then looked at Senjumaru's ordinary breasts, and seemed to vaguely realize the huge gap in personality brought about by wealth and poverty.

"So... being bigger is actually a good thing?"

The girl with twin ponytails muttered softly, but inadvertently touched Miss Senjumaru's inner pain point.

Senjumaru turned his head, his eyes tense as he raised his hand towards her: "Captain Saito, don't even think about escaping!"

"Eh--?!"

Soon, the originally flat and vast wasteland turned into a rotten land full of potholes.

I have to say that Senjumaru's total spiritual pressure is really large.

......

By the time the two brothers came out of the training ground, their clothes had almost been restored, but their faces were covered with black marks - caused by the ghost explosion.

The experiment was very successful and the results were quite satisfactory.

As long as there is still spiritual pressure in the body of the Shinigami, the Death Hatchet will continue to recover automatically and always provide a certain degree of protection.

However, it is hard to say what will become of the Shinigami who is 'protected' by the Death Hatchet.

"Cheng! It's all your fault for looking blindly, you idiot!"

"I got beaten too!"

As soon as Saito Fulaubushi walked out of the door, he started complaining loudly, with black and gray stains on his little face.

"Huh?" Fujimiya Makoto immediately retorted, "I'm a gentleman. It was you who pissed off Senjumaru because you spoke up!"

Upon hearing this, Bu Si-chan felt a little guilty, but she still puffed out her chest with a strong attitude: "She obviously hit you first! What does it have to do with me?!"

Fujimiya Makoto said just as loudly: "That's also the fault of you two legal dumplings!"

"What do you mean by xiaolongbao? They're obviously big, okay!" Fushigi-chan yelled, grabbing his arm. "Asshole! Idiot! Baldy! Fujimiya Makoto!"

"Has my name become a curse word too?!"

"I don't care! You have to treat me to dinner today!"

"I've been running away for so long now, I'm hungry."

"How's the ramen?" Fujimiya Makoto was also a little hungry, but when he ordered, he didn't treat Saito as a girl at all. "I remember there was a ramen restaurant in District 9. It seemed to taste pretty good, and the meat portions were pretty big."

“It’s very affordable.”

"Oh! Let's go there!!"

Fortunately, Saito is not an ordinary girl.

Seeing her noisy and cheerful appearance that easily made her jump for joy, Fujimiya Makoto couldn't help but feel a little relaxed.

Although the plan for the Hueco Mundo expedition has been finalized, it will still take a considerable amount of time to prepare both logistical supplies and personnel deployment.

It can take one to two years at most, or three to two months at least.

Even if he had become the God of Death, it would be impossible for him to prepare an expedition of hundreds of thousands of people within three days like the Ming Dynasty's God of War.

Fujimiya Makoto must make good use of this period of time.

In a short while, it felt like I had just been playing around with Saito for a while, and the two of them arrived.

Fujimiya Makoto walked in front, opened the front curtain, and greeted with familiarity:

“Four huge bowls of ramen!”

"I want all the char siu and pork bone soup!"

“Oh hiss—”

Because it was not yet time for the Shinigami of the Gotei 13 to get off work, most of them were still busy, so the store seemed a bit deserted, with only two or three people chatting in the store.

These few people, after noticing the clothes on Fujimiya Makoto and the other man, quickly left the store, not daring to look them in the eye.

Soon, a large bowl of ramen was brought to the front.

"I'm starting!" x2

Fujimiya Makoto is not a particular person. When he is on an empty stomach, he eats faster than a starving ghost.

The sound of Si Lulu slurping noodles was very loud.

What was somewhat surprising was that Saito beside him became a little quieter than usual, blowing gently on the still hot noodle soup and taking small bites of the hot noodles.

Probably a kitten's tongue.

With her hand, she lifted up the ponytail that was hanging down on one side. Looking from the side, one could just see a section of her fair neck.

Instead, his face was dark and he was wearing a black eye patch, looking very fierce.

This kind of Saito-chan is quite rare.

Fujimiya Makoto thought so in his heart.

As if noticing his gaze, or perhaps simply noticing the slurping had stopped, Saito Furuobushi turned to look at him, his left cheek still bulging with noodles, and spoke in a cheeky tone:

"What are you looking at?"

"No." Fujimiya Makoto was also familiar with her, and said with a nonchalant smile, "I just thought that Saito, you are quite cute when you eat."

"what?"

Saito Bulaobushi swallowed the noodles in his mouth, revealing his signature evil smile. The little snake head slid across the corner of his mouth to lick the soup, and said nonchalantly:

"How dare you say that, you bastard."

"You're in front of a guy like me who kills without blinking an eye?"

Fujimiya Makoto looked at her stretching out her little snake head, and he didn't know what was wrong with his brain, but he subconsciously reached out and grabbed it.

【Pull your tongue! 】

Xiao Podao's tone was unusually cheerful.

Saito-chan's expression froze at first, and her pretty face turned red.

The next second, the little mouth bit his finger hard.