In Soul Society, love and bond begin

Immediately afterwards, Saito Bani-sama's petite figure slipped through the crack in the door, as nimble and silent as a swimming fish.

"Saito?" Fujimiya Makoto looked at her in confusion, "Why are you here?"

Saito Furushi somehow pursed his lips tightly, put his hands behind his back, and subconsciously turned his head away. His one eye didn't dare to look at Fujimiya Makoto at all. He looked hesitant, as if he had something to say but didn't dare to.

"I'll come here, that's it..."

The girl opened her mouth and stammered, but she didn't seem to know how to finish her words. She was so nervous that she felt a little unlike herself.

But...that kind of talk is so weird and so embarrassing!

For Saito Fuumaobushi, who always cares about his reputation, this is even more unbearable than the painful wounds all over his body. Even his cute white cheeks turned red with shame.

Seeing her fumbling with words, Fujimiya Makoto seemed to suddenly remember something and quickly explained, "I didn't have time to explain it to you clearly when we adjourned the meeting last time."

"Actually, Bayunsai wanted to help me block Unohana-sensei's attack, so he insisted on staying by my side."

"This is also the order of the old man on the mountain."

"I don't know if you misunderstood me last time, but...I just feel bad if I don't tell Saito."

Fujimiya Makoto's tone was sincere, without hiding anything.

"Huh?" Saito Bulaobushi was subconsciously stunned when he suddenly heard this diverted topic, but then he immediately reacted and muttered, "Old, I didn't misunderstand!"

"Besides, I don't care about what you said!"

It seemed as if he felt that he had acted foolishly just now and had shown weakness in front of his juniors, and that he urgently needed to make up for it. Saito Furuobushi immediately pretended to cross his arms across his chest and turned his little head away.

A pair of long purple ponytails swayed slightly with the girl's movements, inadvertently revealing her swan-like white neck, and her skin was so smooth that it seemed to be glowing.

The girl continued stubbornly, "I almost forgot about it if you hadn't brought it up!"

cute.

Fujimiya Makoto felt warm in his heart, but his eyes fell on the thing tightly held in Saito's little hand.

"So...what's that tabi in your hand?"

"Ok?"

"Eh--?!"

Miss Saito was stunned at first, and then suddenly reacted, making a very rare sound. She frantically tried to hide the two pairs of tabi back behind her, but didn't know where to put them, and subconsciously wanted to push them into her sleeves.

However, when she hurriedly hid her tabi and raised her head, she was met with Fujimiya Makoto's leisurely smile.

For a moment, the shame and panic that only belonged to an inexperienced girl suddenly mixed together, causing her to subconsciously raise her voice:

"No, it's not like that! I just...just that..."

As she spoke, she seemed to suddenly realize what she had shouted, and immediately lowered her voice, until in the end even Fujimiya Makoto who was standing in front of her could hardly hear her.

"...Um, I think... you might have used it before, and washed it very clean."

"So, it's better to keep it with you."

"You might be able to... use it."

Just these short one or two sentences were so hesitant that it seemed as if Miss Saito had exhausted all her strength. Even her cute face almost turned red, and her head seemed to be about to burrow into her collar. She didn't dare to raise her one eye to see Fujimiya Makoto's reaction.

Ah!

She knew it!

Taking away tabi and then returning it to me, isn't that a bit too weird?!

Saito felt so embarrassed that his scalp was numb, and he wanted to tear the witness, Fujimiya Makoto, into two pieces on the spot!

Miss Saito, who had her head lowered, had no idea that Fujimiya Makoto's facial muscles were extremely tense, and the veins on his forehead were almost popping out.

It's very hard to endure.

How to do?

Miss Zhaitang is so cute that it would be unreasonable not to trick her home.

What's more, the improvement of [Football Enthusiasts] also requires help from outsiders.

Now Fujimiya Makoto thinks that Saito's immortality is quite suitable.

However, having experienced several years of fighting, he can still recognize the two sides of things.

While admitting that Miss Saito was very cute, he was also very aware that this was a powerful person who could give him a bad ending at any time.

When faced with this situation, you need to cool the stems a little.

"Cough cough."

Fujimiya Makoto pretended to cough twice, causing Saito to subconsciously look up.

Miss Saito tried hard to make a ferocious expression on her pretty face, but her rosy skin that kept turning red made her look so fierce that it almost made Fujimiya Makoto lose his temper.

But then he said seriously, "Captain Saito, you don't need tabi anymore."

"But can you do me another favor?"

"what?"

When Saito Bulaobusi heard the first sentence, he was slightly stunned and felt a little empty in his heart.

However, when I heard Fujimiya Makoto say the second sentence, I suddenly felt nervous again.

The current Miss Saito has already recognized the foolish nature of Fujimiya Makoto!

To the extent that, whenever he thought of the Shikai scene described by that woman Unohana at the meeting, his face would blush unconsciously.

Under such circumstances, it is naturally impossible to say that she has no defense against Fujimiya Makoto!

However, for some unknown reason, the girl did not move away, and seemed to want to hear him continue.

"Saito, could you help me try on some other 'socks'?"

"..."

Saito Fulaubusi was stunned at first, and the expression on his face gradually changed from nervousness and worry to confusion, bewilderment, and puzzlement.

"doing what?"

Fujimiya Makoto said seriously: "Try on socks."

Almost subconsciously, Miss Saito suddenly raised her voice: "Why should I do that for you?!"

"Because Saito's feet are cute."

"If I must, I can only choose between Captain Shikatori and you, Saito."

Fujimiya Makoto's voice was still sincere.

However, if any normal person heard the nonsense coming out of his mouth, they would probably look at him with contempt - the calculations in your heart would spread from Soul Society to Hueco Mundo!

But thankfully, Miss Saito is not normal.

That's not what she cares about at all.

"what?"

Ms. Saito seemed to have been seriously slandered and said dissatisfiedly: "What do you mean you can only choose between Bayunzhai and me?!"

Fujimiya Makoto sighed and said, "Actually, not only is Yukiko particularly fierce, Kadori-sama, but even her legs, which are usually hidden under her skirt, are perfectly shaped."

Saito's eyes suddenly widened.

This is not over yet.

Fujimiya Makoto continued with a sigh, "Not only that, she was also appointed by Lord Yamamoto as my protector, specifically to ward off Unohana-sensei's temptations before I grow up."

“If you think about it carefully, even its strength is unfathomable.”

"You are truly worthy of respect, Lord Shikatori."

Saito's immortal single eye was about to burst open.

The little hand grabbed Fujimiya Makoto's collar and yelled:

"——Who did you say was defeated by Unohana six times!?"

"I just didn't use my real skills!"

"That idiot Daxue from Bayunzhai is much worse than me, and what does that jerk Yuanliuzhai know?"

Fujimiya Makoto looked at her with some doubt: "Saito, are you stronger than Lord Shikatori?"

"Isn't that of course!"

"I am a senior."

Miss Saito looked at him angrily, as if she had been subjected to some unforgivable questioning.

"And in other areas as well?"

"All of them!"

"Then please come with me, Mr. Saito."

At this point, Fujimiya Makoto, who was wearing sheep's clothing, finally showed his wolf fangs.

"Eh?"

Miss Saito was startled when she heard this.

When I met this guy's gaze, I suddenly felt a little guilty for some reason.

"Where are you going?"

"Of course I'll go find Senjumaru to get clothes custom-made." Fujimiya Makoto smiled warmly.

Yasasi one hundred points!

"I..." Saito subconsciously wanted to find an excuse.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he suddenly realized that his previous self had blocked his current self's path.

Fujimiya Makoto was even more suspicious and asked, "Master Saito, were you lying to me just now?"

"That's okay, I'll ask the deer for help later..."

"Who is lying to you?"

"Go and go!"

Almost as soon as he heard Bayunsai's surname, Saito Fulaubusi immediately retorted.

I can't control my mouth at all!

However, even though he regretted it as soon as he opened his mouth, Saito still had no intention of going back on his word and looked at Fujimiya Makoto with his neck stiff.

Just trying on some new socks...

It shouldn't matter, right?

The girl thought this to comfort herself.

......

"What did you say?"

Shutara Senjumaru looked down at the rhizome cells in the petri dish while listening to Fujimiya Makoto's 'custom requirements'.

However, after listening halfway, she couldn't help but frown, stood up from the microscope, and looked at him with a rather subtle look.

Fujimiya Makoto had no choice but to repeat, "I want a stretchy, translucent fabric that can change its light transmittance according to its thickness and density, and can fit the entire leg perfectly."

Senjumaru imagined for a moment: "You mean, silk?"

"It looks similar, but it's stretchy, the kind that sits tight against the skin and contours the legs!"

After all, words were insufficient to describe it. Fujimiya Makoto thought for a moment and asked, "Do you have a pen and paper? I'll draw it for you."

Xiuduoluo seemed to be interested in his idea and quickly prepared a copy for him.

So, the two of them buried their heads on the table, watching Fujimiya Makoto draw a 60d black silk hollow sketch - he had taught himself before, but he had only practiced the small part of black silk.

The faith can be said to be very pure.

Senjumaru is also interested in a new type of fabric, or rather, he has a considerable degree of curiosity about all silk products.

The only one who couldn't get a word in was Saito Fulaubusi, who stood by like a piece of wood, watching the two of them writing and drawing on paper.