In Soul Society, love and bond begin

"Of course I'm going to take the initiative! Do you think I'm going to just sit here and wait to get beaten?!"

"Where on earth did these guys come from? Why haven't I heard of them in all these years?"

"That's right! Even the ability is strange, a system completely unrelated to Zanpakutō—if you're seeing it for the first time, you won't be able to defend against it at all."

"First find their hometown, then capture their children! Bomb their homes! Kill them all in one go!"

"Idiot! Those guys live in the real world!"

"Do you want the entire world to be destroyed?"

"You kid——"

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni looked at the scene below. Although he had expected it in his heart, he still couldn't help but look frowning.

However, with the current strength and status of these bastards, even he would not be able to find a few think tanks, casually inform them of the plan, and then force them to carry it out.

On the contrary, only by holding such meetings again and again and constantly emphasizing their intellectual deficiencies can many of his resolutions be more easily implemented.

But even though we know it clearly in our hearts, it still gives us headaches when it comes to implementation.

"Shut up, everyone!"

Yamamoto cursed angrily.

In the end, you still have to use spiritual pressure to intimidate.

Everyone present stopped talking.

However, they were still staring at the person they had just quarreled with, as if they wanted to defeat the other person with their eyes.

"Captain Yan Yuan, do you have any comments?"

The old man turned his head and looked to his side.

Yan Yuanjinle stepped forward, pushed up his glasses, and said calmly, "After this battle, both I and everyone else should have realized that the Quincies are opponents powerful enough to rival us Death Gods."

"To completely destroy the enemy without paying any price is an impossible task."

"In this case, finding a way to minimize the losses is our top priority."

His cold eyes, hidden behind his glasses, swept across all the captains and vice-captains present. His voice was calm but chilling, "Therefore, I have only one suggestion—sacrifice some of our men to hold back the enemy's most powerful leader."

"The rest of you must clip your remaining wings as quickly as possible."

"Until the end, we surrounded the enemy leader and put the final nail in the coffin."

The moment the words fell, all the captains present stopped staring at each other and turned to look in the direction of Yan Yuanjinle.

The enemy leader was naturally the guy who had just fought with the old man in the mountain.

The name should be...Yhwach.

Everyone present witnessed the fight just now.

It is rare to find someone who can fight with Genryūsai to this extent, even in the past thousand years.

Not to mention, neither side was using their full strength.

In that case, the difficulty of holding that guy back... is probably no less than surviving the old man in the mountain who is using all his strength, right?

Makoto Fujimiya looked at the captains present and couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

This sounds like a life-threatening situation, no one would want to go...

However, before he could finish his thoughts, he was interrupted by a voice from beside him.

The executor, Nai Wugang, stared straight in the direction of Yan Yuanjinle, his mouth unconsciously widening, revealing rows of yellow teeth, and a cold smile:

"so!"

"That guy's head can also belong to me, right?"

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

Almost at the moment when the voice of executing Nai Wugang fell, everyone present suddenly exploded again.

The noisy sounds suddenly mixed together, making it difficult to hear clearly.

"You bastards! Don't even think about taking this job from me!"

"I've been wanting to know for a long time, how many people are needed to chop off that bastard Yuan Liusai's head!"

"Hey, hey, hey! As long as we can kill that bastard, it should be no different from killing Genryusai, right?"

"Huh? You're pretty quick-witted, and your ideas make perfect sense!"

"What does it have to do with you? A rookie like you would be dead in one encounter!"

"Kumanei, let's work together!"

"..."

If they had the chance, they would really like to kill an opponent as strong as Genryūsai.

How could such arrogant and self-centered guys with bloody hands like them have no rebellious thoughts?

Fujimiya Makoto looked at the scene in front of him and fell into silence.

really.

Is it too unrealistic to think that these crazy guys would be afraid of the strength of their opponents?

However, it seems that something came to mind.

Fujimiya Makoto quietly moved to the side, taking advantage of the tall figures of the captains in front to hide, and pulled Saito Fuuma, who was jumping with her hands raised high, trying desperately to join the Yhwach subjugation team, and pulled her to the back.

"Hey! What are you pulling?"

"Busy now!"

Saito turned his head in dissatisfaction and glanced at him with his one eye.

Fujimiya Makoto's tone was unusually firm:

"Don't go."

"Your Zanpakutō's abilities are inappropriate."

"what?!"

Saito was so angry that veins popped out on his forehead. He grabbed the guy by the collar and said, "Are you looking down on me, kid?!"

"..."

"He's going to die."

Fujimiya Makoto's voice was neither too loud nor too low, and his eyes met Saito's gaze straight.

Because of countless memories, he has a very clear impression of the original work in his previous life.

In the memories of the Thousand Years of Bloody War, there was a scene where Yhwach stood on a pile of corpses.

The Suzuki tribe launched a surprise attack and beheaded Yamamoto.

That blazing sword swing represented the victory of the Shinigami over the Quincy.

However, few people remember that before that scene, the camera had swept across the "surviving" captains.

At that time, only half of the first generation captains, Rin, were left.

Yamamoto, Izuhara, Executive, Kadori, Kumeni, Unohana.

Of the thirteen captains, only six remain.

There are no shots of Saito in it.

If he had just arrived in this world, Fujimiya Makoto could have been indifferent to this and even found a corner to wait for the war between the remaining Shinigami and Quincies to end.

But now, he has already integrated into this world.

Fujimiya Makoto doesn't want the people he cares about to die in this meaningless war.

not to mention......

Saito is a second-class spiritual power.

If she is dead, I'm afraid the only way to send her to the hell of neither life nor death is through the soul burial ceremony, right?

Although he knew very well in his heart that the final destination of every captain present would be hell.

However, Fujimiya Makoto still didn't want to witness this scene with his own eyes.

As if he had noticed the guy's rare seriousness, Saito Fulaubusi seemed to be stunned for a moment when he met Fujimiya Makoto's gaze, as if he had sensed something.

"laugh!"

The next second, he grinned nonchalantly, revealing a small canine tooth.

"Fool--"

Saito casually turned his head, speaking in a long, unintentionally coquettish tone, "Anyone who draws a sword must be prepared to die."

"Rather, my true wish is to die in the greatest war ever!"

"Alright, alright, get out of here!"

The girl cursed with a smile: "If I die, you must remember to avenge me!"

"If you succeed, I will give you my Blood Hunting Palace!"

When talking about the topic of life and death, even a guy like Saito Furuobushi didn't use things like tabi and stockings to make excuses.

For a girl who is good at fighting, her Zanpakutō represents everything to her.

For her, the person to whom she can entrust her Zanpakutō after her death is probably the most important person in her life, right?

However, the girl's tone was still relaxed.

Just as Saito said.

For her, from the moment she drew the knife, life and death had long been forgotten.

What Saito Fuumaoku desires is only the ultimate battle and the ultimate death.

Fujimiya Makoto looked at her natural smile and seemed to want to say something else, but it seemed unnecessary.

"never mind."

"I'll do it."

He let out a low breath, as if he had come to some realization.

"what?!"

Saito was immediately shocked and shouted loudly: "You bastard! You really want to steal my head, right?"

"I will never give it to you!"

Fujimiya Makoto seemed to have let go of some shackles and smiled easily:

"Who knows?"

As if noticing his whisper with Saito, Unohana Yachiru turned his head and looked in the direction of the two of them.

Lu Quba Yunzhai had been trying to hold back his laughter as he looked at the two of them from the very beginning.

interesting!

Until the end, Yamamoto waited until they had almost finished arguing, and then observed the scene for a long time before dropping the scabbard with a "dong".

"Due to the current shortage of members in the Gotei 13, there are only four spots left to subdue Yhwach."

"The rest will be responsible for dealing with all remaining elite Quincy."

"Now, captains who are willing to go, please take a step forward."

Almost at the moment the sound fell.

Four figures have already stood in the middle of the scene.

Saito is immortal (vi).

Execution is the military order (VII).