In Soul Society, love and bond begin

"Is it possible that the aftermath of spiritual pressure alone has this much strength?"

"What exactly is this ability..."

Driven by this strong emotion, Shikatori Bayunsai couldn't help but raise his head and look in the direction of Fujimiya Makoto.

Pupils are constricted.

Chapter 143 Random Views

The body is shattering.

The rational part of Fujimiya Makoto's will clearly told him this process.

It's not an exaggerated rhetoric, nor is it an excessive expression of pain.

Instead, every part that extends upward from the hair to the fingertips, and then to the palms, wrists, and arms, cracks and becomes brittle from the outside to the inside, forming large pieces of fragments in the rising lepton flow.

At the beginning, Fujimiya Makoto could still feel the feeling called "pain".

But when the feelings surge like a tide, and the numbness, itching, pain, vomiting, twitching, excitement and other feelings are all reflected in the brain, this feeling no longer seems so special.

In this case, the passage of time and the movement of space will become very weak.

The moment all feelings flood into the mind, it means that all perceptions become nothingness.

Every minute and every second will seem extremely long.

The first thing he lost was his sense of touch, and then his sense of smell and taste disappeared without knowing when. The loss of his hearing made his balance and perception of the surroundings no longer so real.

Until the vision becomes nothingness.

I do not know how long it has been.

The long, dark night suddenly ended.

......

"call--"

The sound of a long sigh seemed to be playing in my ears.

In an instant, a huge amount of information poured into his closed and empty perception, making him even a little confused about what he was doing here for a moment, and he stood there in a daze.

It was not until a long time had passed that he seemed to slowly dig out the memories from deep within his soul.

Lu Quba Yunzhai stood in the distance and looked at him, his pupils highly constricted under his plain, heavy glasses.

The ground where Fujimiya Makoto was originally standing had become a huge pit with him as the center, sinking dozens of meters downwards.

The whole place looked like a crater left by an asteroid impact, with only the small piece of ground where he stood remaining, standing alone in the center of the crater, forming a single pillar pointing straight to the sky.

Under the impact of the extremely violent spirit particle flow, the sky-like map that was originally fixed on the top of the underground space formed a hole that continued to rise upward with Fujimiya Makoto as the center, piercing through the deep earth and exposing the research institute above.

There is a faint sunlight shining down.

Fujimiya Makoto stood on the pillar, slowly raised his eyes, and exhaled a long, sword-like white breath from his mouth.

The colorful scene is reflected in the clear pupils like mirrors, with brilliant colors.

“Alaaa…”

The metal wheels slid across the ground, which was covered with stones due to the impact, making a rolling sound.

Shutara Senjumaru moved sideways towards the direction of Kakutori Batunsai, letting out a low sigh, as if he was dissatisfied, or perhaps out of helplessness as expected.

"Makoto-kun."

"I should have warned you."

"This is a private space, please don't make too much noise."

The elegant woman spoke in a rather tactful tone, clearly blaming him, but also seemed to have no way to deal with him.

Until the cart under Senjumaru's feet stopped next to Shikatori Bayunsai, he raised his eyes slightly and looked forward.

The bony hand subconsciously covered the beauty's red lips.

The pupils are also highly constricted.

"Allah?!"

Exactly the same as Miss Kadori.

Fujimiya Makoto slowly turned his head, his movements seemed a little stiff, as if he had just been 'crushed'.

Not sure why.

When a breeze suddenly blew around and brought a slight chill to his butt, he was stunned.

He quickly used his hands to cover Huigen.

"Hey!"

"Have you seen enough?"

"After you're done, can you please give me a set of clothes?!"

Fujimiya Makoto was shouting and yelling in a hurry.

Very urgent.

Shutara Senjumaru still had a look of shock on his face, stretching out his two bony hands and gesturing in the air, while muttering to Miss Kadori beside him:

"Did you see it too?"

“It should be this long.”

The bony hand swiped twice in the air.

Lu Quba Yunzhai nodded quickly:

"That's right!"

"It's almost like the tail has grown forward."

"Just now I thought I was seeing things."

Shutara Senjumaru's expression was quite serious, his brows knitted together in a serious frown:

"Very deadly."

Ms. Kadori nodded in agreement:

"As expected of you, Makoto-kun."

Ms. Senjumaru also looked very approving:

"It's indeed Makoto-kun!"

Fujimiya Makoto stood there with his eyes wide open!

Can you please turn your back on me when you guys are talking about your impressions of the movie?

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Podao's voice was heard, both anxious and annoyed.

【Wow! 】

【I was seen naked by Bakunsai and Senjumaru! 】

[Now I have to take them all down.]

[Fujimiya, start the wine pool and meat forest! ]

Fujimiya Makoto looked at the two female demons opposite him who were staring at him without changing their expressions, and his face was full of black lines:

"you shut up!"

This world is too outrageous.

Among the first generation of female captains, is Saito-chan the only shy and cute one?!

......

After Miss Senjumaru had enough of "appreciating" it, she generously rewarded Mr. Fujimiya with a new set of Shiba uniforms that she had sewn by hand.

The price is that the whole body is tested.

After putting on the clothes, the ethereal feeling of just waking up was gone, and I seemed much more real.

At the same time, there was a bit of resentment in her eyes when she looked at Senjumaru, like a young wife.

The clothes were sewn in two seconds, and he almost rubbed the dead skin off with his bony hands.

but.

Fujimiya Makoto stood there and shook out his loose robe sleeves.

The pitch-black Death Tyrant suit was worn on his slender body, outlining his figure. His long black hair was loose and casually tied with a ribbon, and a shallow sword hung around his waist.

The whole person exudes a sense of clarity from the inside out.

It seemed as if even the soul had been cleansed—except for Xiao Podao.

Shikatori Bayunsai appeared beside him at some point, stretched out his little hand, and gently pinched the flesh on Fujimiya Makoto's arm.

“It’s all recovered.”

"Just now, they were all shattered, right?"

As Bayunsai spoke, he raised his head and met Fujimiya Makoto's gaze: "Is this also one of Makoto-kun's abilities?"

"Why haven't I seen it before?"

"It's...my ultimate skill."

Fujimiya Makoto looked down at his palms.

He was also a little unsure.

In other words, this was also the first time for him to experience this kind of process where his entire being was "reshaped".

This feeling is completely different from the previous one where the system raised his spiritual power out of thin air.

To the point that even he himself is not sure of his own strength now.

The only thing that can prove his current strength is probably the data on the panel, right?

He thought to himself and looked at his personal panel.

[Spiritual Power Level: Second Class, Upper]

[Talent Points: 0]

This time, all my savings were used up in one go.

but......

To what extent can it be achieved?

Fujimiya Makoto slowly clenched his palms.

As if seeing through his eagerness, Lu Quba Yunzhai looked at him with a smile, and his eyes were sparkling with light under the thick and simple lenses.

"Want to try?"

Fujimiya Makoto turned and looked at her.

Shutara Senjumaru looked at the familiar faces of the two people, and the wheels under his feet rolled away and retreated to a distance.

These barbarians...

Almost the moment this thought arose.

"Chong-"

A silver arc of light suddenly flashed by at a speed that was difficult to capture with the naked eye.

Fujimiya Makoto placed his hand on the hilt of the knife, turned sideways nonchalantly, and pulled out half of the blade.

The blades touched each other, and there was a buzzing sound under the huge force.

He slowly continued to pull the blade out of the scabbard, section by section.

The metal rubbed against each other, and every time the blade was pulled out a little, a burst of red sparks flew out from the edge.

However, it is still unstoppable.