In Soul Society, love and bond begin

"Let's go separately!"

He made a prompt decision: "Saito, is it okay for you to leave Vastold to me?"

"You're such a chatterbox, you." Saito said with a casual smile, not caring at all. "You are the one who should die at the hands of Yachukas."

"Yes Yes."

Saito had almost become accustomed to following his judgment during this period, so he immediately agreed and headed straight towards District 19 where Vastold was.

Only after she left did Fujimiya Makoto turn to the other side.

At the same time, his eyes visibly dropped.

Is this the only trap?

Or maybe, both sides?

Harribel looked around first, then immediately chose to follow Fujimiya Makoto.

After living together for such a long time, Harribel can still tell who is good to her.

Although this guy's hobby is a bit weird.

......

However, when they arrived at the location where the spiritual pressure signal appeared, they found that Yachukas was not there.

All that remains is a pale desert.

In the middle of the desert, there are more than ten white bones standing.

Harribel seemed to sense the fluctuations of spiritual pressure coming from those white bones, and her pupils under the mask couldn't help but shrink.

There was a hint of understanding in Fujimiya Makoto's eyes, and he felt inexplicably relieved.

At the same time, he turned his head and looked to the other side.

"Wow--"

Sar Apollo's figure slowly emerged from the desert and stood beside the bones, still with that iconic twisted smile on his face.

"really."

"That alchemical creation in your hands is searching for us through spiritual pressure, right?"

"How careless, sir."

As he spoke, he opened his arms towards Fujimiya Makoto, showing an extremely arrogant look, as if he had already defeated this guy, and said word by word:

"you..."

"I caught it!"

However, when he raised his head, he saw Fujimiya Makoto with a slightly distressed expression.

Seeing this, Sal Apollo couldn't help but freeze his smile.

"Indeed." Fujimiya Makoto nodded heavily, as if he had encountered some difficulty. "After all, you are a man... This is the first time I have encountered such an embarrassing situation."

"What a bad compatibility."

"Ok?"

Sar Apollo's expression froze and he made a puzzled sound.

However, after a while, Fujimiya Makoto slowly raised his head.

What appeared in Sar Apollo's pupils was a clear smile with a hint of 'madness'.

This guy's expression...what's going on?

Could it be that he has any other cards up his sleeve?

What does his words mean?

However, before Sal Apollo could think clearly, he heard Fujimiya Makoto's voice clearly reach his ears, with a leisurely tone and a bright smile:

"But...never mind!"

“The meaning of life lies in constant trying.”

"Right, Mr. Sal Apollo?"

The moment he saw his subtle smile, Sar Apollo felt a chill on his butt.

It seems that something bad is about to happen.

......

Chapter 107: You guy, can’t you?!

At this time, only Harribel, who was standing aside, had not figured out the situation. She looked at Sal Apollo standing opposite her in astonishment, and then at Fujimiya Makoto.

what happened?

Ambushed?

Why is there only one person on the other side?

Why did Fujimiya Makoto say that just now?

Had he already seen through it?

Should I escape?

Complex thoughts raced through Harribel's mind.

But before she could make a judgment, she saw a faint spiritual light lingering on the surface of Fujimiya Makoto's body.

Almost at the same time, the two figures of Fujimiya Makoto and Sal Apollo shot out from their original positions at the same time.

So fast!

Immediately afterwards, the two of them collided with each other with a loud bang, making a deafening sound.

"That's right! That's right! That's it, Sal!"

The blade in Fujimiya Makoto's hand slashed across, intersecting with Sar Apollo's bone knife, making a series of sharp sounds. However, at this moment, Sar Apollo still uttered Ilfert's voice, shouting arrogantly.

"Our strength is the strongest!"

"Since you want to capture this Grim Reaper, just chop off his limbs and take him away!"

"Don't worry so much, my silly brother!"

"Soon-"

As if to prove what he said was true, at the moment when the blades crossed, Ilvert suddenly took over part of the control of his body, and at the cost of blocking the sword with his side, he pushed against Fujimiya Makoto's blade to shorten the distance.

"laugh!"

The bone blade immediately left a deep mark on Fujimiya Makoto's arm, bringing up a trace of bright red blood.

The two phases intertwined, and the scar on Sal Apollo's side healed rapidly.

"look!"

Ilfert shouted triumphantly, "He's the God of Death, he can't regenerate at super-speed!"

"Shut up!"

Sar Apollo covered his head and roared in dissatisfaction: "Ilfert, I told you not to disturb me when I'm fighting - unless you have my permission."

"Sal, you're just too cautious."

"I said, shut up."

Ilfert didn't take it to heart at all.

As twin brothers from the same mother, Ilfert had an extremely clear understanding of his younger brother, even after his death and becoming a Great Hollow.

Relatively speaking, Sal Apollo, who has a better brain, has to consider more things.

The way this guy looked just now...

Have you seen through my trap long ago?

Then why did he come here alone?

If it was someone like the Shinigami opposite who could discover the secret of the Hollow's evolution, he would definitely not put himself in such danger.

Then, he must have his own reasons for doing so.

What could be the reason?

Even though he was thinking this, Sal Apollo had a vague idea of ​​the answer in his heart.

His eyes swept over the knife at Fujimiya Makoto's waist.

However, just as he was lost in thought, Ilfert was the one who noticed the problem and immediately said, "Sal! Behind."

The moment the words fell, the figure that had crossed over suddenly turned into a phantom.

Fujimiya Makoto's figure reappeared from the other side.

[The Twenty-Sixth Path of Binding: Qu Guang]

Sar Apollo turned around and swung his sword, blocking his blade with a clang.

However, in the shadow below, a crotch kick hit his lower abdomen with a heavy muffled sound, and kicked him more than ten meters away.

But at the moment of flying out, the bone knife on Sal Apollo's arm suddenly flew out like a crossbow arrow.

Fujimiya Makoto's pupils constricted and he turned sideways at the critical moment.

"boom--"

The seemingly short bone knife smashed into a huge sand dune and destroyed the entire dune with a loud bang.

A mountain of pale sand surged down, engulfing large areas of the ground.

Harribel stood not far from the two of them in a daze.

With her current strength, she has no way of participating in this battle.

"Hey, Death."

Sar Apollo stood still.

A new bone knife grew out of the gap in his arm where the bone knife had originally flown out. His slender figure stood still and said with a smile, "I discovered it when I just came into contact with you Death Gods."

"You guys are fragile, and your forms remain human. Your weapons are just your Zanpakutō, and you haven't grown into a form suitable for fighting."

"From that time on, I've been thinking about why you guys can become so strong without fighting each other."

He paused for a moment and then smiled, "It's because of the inside, right?"

"Of course, of course... When I say inner, I'm not referring to spiritual pressure, but a deeper existence."

"For example, the nature of the soul."

"A perfect body can only be matched by a perfect soul."

"This is the road to the 'end'."

Sar Apollo was talking to himself in an excited voice. His logic was a little confused because he seemed to be too excited. But when he looked at Fujimiya Makoto, it was as if he saw a fellow human, which made people feel vaguely weird.

"You are also searching for the path to the end, right?"

"..."

"What a mess."

However, Fujimiya Makoto shattered all of Sal Apollo's fantasies with just a few words, and his indifference was surprisingly cold.

Sal Apollo seemed to be stunned for a moment.

Fujimiya Makoto smiled and said, "I just want to judge whether you have the ability to help me with 'special training'."

"But unfortunately, your fighting skills seem to be rather limited."