In Soul Society, love and bond begin

Until the blade is completely pulled out.

Lu Quba Yunzhai watched this scene with his own eyes, and the corners of his straight lips suddenly curled up in excitement.

"boom!"

The spiritual pressures collided and the aura swirled.

The violently surging air currents intertwined and entangled between the two people. The spiritual pressure alone was enough to make it difficult for an ordinary low-level official to breathe.

However, for the two people in front of them, it was just a warm-up.

Fujimiya Makoto suddenly took a step forward, and the heavy pressure from his feet caused large spider-web-like cracks to appear on the ground. His strength was obviously half a point greater than that of the opponent.

Lu Quba Yunzhai was stunned.

The next moment, a force even more powerful than before continuously emerged from the collision of the blades, rushing towards her with irresistible force like a landslide.

Totally unstoppable!

[Sometimes, it's not the alarm clock that awakens a girl's heart, but the collision before waking up in the morning! ]

[Slashing Technique +1]

The blade swung across, and the blazing, whistling shockwaves were like pure white ocean waves, spreading irresistibly across the gravel-strewn ground.

Under this huge force, Lu Quba Yunzhai was blown away from his original position. His petite figure rolled and kicked in the air, leaving a series of empty footsteps in the air.

The girl's usually frivolous expression beneath her simple glasses also became noticeably more serious at this moment.

"By what cause do you swallow the sharp sword? Standing on a rock and standing on fire, you fear and abandon all evil."

"Kurigara!"

The Asado in Shikatori Bayunsai's hand seemed to be entangled by the black karma fire gushing out from the depths of hell. In the violent spiritual pressure reaction, it turned into a naginata that was more than eight feet long.

When he looked up again, the gaze he gave the person opposite him was filled with solemnity.

Fujimiya Makoto still stood there, holding the shallow sword in his hand.

The personal panel is reflected in his eyes.

—Four Skills—

Slash: Level 29 (100/)

Fist: Level 19 (100/)

Ghost: Level 12 (100/)

Walk: Level 33 (100/)

-THAN-

Even when he was still a fifth or sixth-rank spiritual power, he had already experienced countless battles against opponents of higher levels.

Whether it was the first time facing Chihiro Shihoin, the fight with Sal Apollo, or the forced confrontation with Unohana Sensei.

Almost every time, he was trying to defeat the strong with the weak.

As for ordinary strong men of the same level, they seem to be no match for him.

Then, when his power level was raised to the level of "Second-Class Spiritual Power", which was close to the top of Soul Society...

Can this kind of crushing over strong people of the same stage still be established?

Fujimiya Makoto thought this in his mind and swung a knife to his side.

"Om-"

There was a moment of silence in the air, leaving only low vibrations like white noise.

Immediately afterwards, large pieces of earth and rocks seemed to have lost the influence of gravity and rose up in the direction of his sword, exploding into endless dust and leaving a long trail.

"Boom!"

The violent shaking sound came slowly.

Fujimiya Makoto looked at the long collapsed ravine beside him and finally turned his head.

Look again in the direction of Lu Quba Yunzhai.

Bayunzhai also looked at him seriously, concentrating fully.

The knife just now was enough to prove it.

Fujimiya Makoto is an opponent who is qualified to stand on the same stage with her.

However, just as she was looking straight at the other person.

In Shikatori Bayunsai's cold gaze, the figure of Fujimiya Makoto suddenly disappeared.

"Um?!"

Before the vision can catch the shadow of the other party, the touch and spiritual perception have already brought a "sense of crisis" that is stronger than the "image".

Almost subconsciously, Shikatori Takeunsai swung his naginata in the direction of the danger.

"clang!"

The heavy sound of metal clashing shook the eardrums.

The straw sandals under the delicate feet sank into the fragile ground, blasting off large chunks of gravel, while the fine dust was carried away at a rapid speed to a farther place by the rushing air currents.

The naginata's blade collided and then swung away from Asauchi's.

Bayunsai's slender white hands gripped the golden pole and spun it rapidly to relieve the force. The blade of the naginata also drew sharp arcs, and while rotating, it rushed towards Fujimiya Makoto again and again, round after round.

Whether it was the ridges of the naginata's blade or the arc of the long pole as it danced, they all fully demonstrated the naginata technique that the girl had mastered through years of training.

Yet despite this.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Clap clap-!"

The straw sandals kept flying backwards, stepping on the ground for several steps, leaving large traces.

It is clearly using the long to hit the short, and the fast to hit the slow.

But Fujimiya Makoto continued to wave the Asado in his hand casually, moving towards her step by step.

Every place where the blade in her hand points is the point where she will exert force for her next move.

Such speed! Such power! Such precise technique!

Shikatori Batunsai's eyes became brighter and brighter as he looked at Fujimiya Makoto, but his expression remained cold and hard.

But, if that's all...

"Clang!"

The girl held the naginata horizontally and slanted sideways. After being blocked by the shallow strike, she twisted her wrist immediately and stopped her backward momentum.

Fujimiya Makoto was stunned.

next moment.

The girl's nutmeg-sized toes in her tabi were tightly curled up, and the power rose from the ground, flowing through her waist and back in an instant, pushing her arms straight out with unstoppable force.

The naginata in his hand, which was crossed with Asauchi's, seemed to suddenly stretch a section and stabbed straight towards Fujimiya Makoto's shoulder.

The gun comes out like a dragon.

"laugh--"

A series of sharp stabbing sounds exploded in the air.

Fujimiya Makoto twisted his body to dodge and narrowly avoided the attack.

But immediately afterwards, Bayunzhai took a step forward, jumped up with the naginata held upright in both hands, and with a cold face, swung the blade straight at him.

However, before she could land, Fujimiya Makoto snapped his fingers lightly.

"You can't move."

【Determine if it is fake】

Lu Quba Yunzhai's gaze suddenly froze, and his whole body seemed to stiffen for a moment, keeping the posture of swinging the sword fixed in mid-air.

Thus, the petite figure that was stiff in mid-air naturally threw itself into Mr. Fujimiya's open arms.

It was so soft that it made people stagger when they bumped into it.

Fujimiya Makoto held the 'unable to move' Miss Kadori and bit her ear fiercely.

"This is the punishment for looking around!"

"Eh?"

Bayunzhai, who was unable to move, suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Chapter 144: Clear and Innocent

Time goes back forward.

First team team building.

tea room.

"Clap."

The black piece landed on the chessboard with a crisp sound.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni sat quietly across from the chessboard, with a cup of tea on the table.

Sitting at the other end was Chojiro Suzuki.

After the summary meeting of the first contact battle between Soul Society and the Empire of Light, Yamamoto felt itchy for the first time in a long time, or perhaps he was upset for some special reasons, so he specially called Suzube to play a game in the midst of his busy schedule.

Thinking and meditation.

Victory or defeat, life or death.

These have always been the things that can help Yamamoto calm down.

Coincidentally, all can be gathered on the chessboard.

As for the various copywriting after the battle, the guy who flushes the teeth will have to work on it for the time being.

"Changjiro."

Yamamoto looked at the dragon gradually taking shape on the chessboard. Something in his mind struck him as he steadily set down the white piece in his hand. "Tell me... why would that kid Makoto make such a request at such a critical moment?"

"Close to first-class spiritual power... Another military order."

Yamamoto paused here, but the uneasiness in his words was obvious.

Is this something that can be done?!

People like Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni have always existed only as 'almighty pillars' that others can rely on.

Only when facing his closest comrades, disciples and subordinates over the past thousand years did he dare to reveal this inexplicable emotion and raise doubts in a suggestive way.

Because even if he counted the entire Soul Society, there weren't that many people he could completely trust.

When he heard this question, Quebu was unable to answer it immediately.

He also couldn't understand Fujimiya Makoto's actions.

It is well known that the tempering of spiritual power by the God of Death is continuous, long and arduous.

In this vast Soul Society, being able to raise one's spiritual power level to above level three through continuous training is already an absurdly difficult task.

Because of this, whether it was the former Yuanliu teacher or the current captain of the Gotei 13, they all used the "third-level spiritual power" as the standard of strength.

Because those who have been through it all know that every step beyond this limit is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

"Clap."

The black piece in Quebu's hand fell, pressing forward step by step, straight towards Bailong's throat.

He sighed softly, "Although you may not feel it very clearly, teacher."