In Soul Society, love and bond begin

That was the extremely dangerous death instinct at work.

My whole body stiffened.

With just this one punch, a large section of the wall behind him collapsed, revealing the scenery outside the wall.

[It's really impossible to have enough fun, let the little snake head sister Bang Bang kick me a few more times! ]

[Boxing +10]

At this moment, Fujimiya Makoto finally realized how much sea the girl in front of him had released in the "test" just now.

He was almost beaten to death.

"Really!"

After he withdrew his hand, Saito Furuobushi jumped up and down, yelling in dissatisfaction, slapping his thigh hard and shouting in regret:

"I was too careless!"

“I didn’t dodge!”

"Guwuwu, my favorite hair..."

Saito Furushi said this with regret while rubbing his hair which had just been grabbed by Fujimiya Makoto.

Her pretty face was filled with an adorable and pitiful expression.

He was completely different from the extremely brutal and bloodthirsty behavior just now.

"but..."

As Saito Bulaobusi was muttering, the one-eyed man suddenly turned around and looked at the young man in front of him.

She stood up and took a few steps towards him.

"What?"

Fujimiya Makoto was a little confused, frowned slightly, and subconsciously wanted to step back.

But the next second, the girl walked up to him and grabbed the robe in front of him.

The bare feet slightly raised, and the soft little snake head suddenly jumped out, slowly sliding across the wound on his cheek, tasting his blood carefully.

"Chuck!"

"Eh?!"

Fujimiya Makoto subconsciously leaned back, and the expression on his face suddenly froze.

“It tastes really good.”

Saito Bakugoushi, on the other hand, looked very satisfied, holding his cheeks and enjoying himself to the extreme.

The girl's small fist gently hit Fujimiya Makoto's chest twice, making a dull sound, and she smiled foolishly:

"Not bad!"

"I really like your taste."

"If there's a chance in the future, let's have another sword fight!"

"I won't lose to you next time."

Fujimiya Makoto was taken aback by the sudden licking, and finally reacted after hearing her words. His eyes twitched unnaturally, and he looked at the large area of ​​​​damaged houses behind him and murmured:

"I don't want to do that again."

"..."

"correct."

As he was walking back, Saito seemed to have just remembered something. He picked up the tabi on the ground and threw it to him, then laughed with his hands on his hips:

"These two are for you."

"I'll get a new pair next time!"

There are pictures here, which can be viewed after the updated version

Fujimiya Makoto's eyes widened immediately, and he looked insulted, and he loudly retorted:

"Your stinky socks and all, I just..."

Before he could finish, he heard a sickly, almost coquettish voice coming from a distance, shouting rather shyly.

I'll take this home and make tea with it for the rest of my life! Thank you so much!

Turning around, he saw that the other teachers who had just been looking at him with admiration all had complicated expressions on their faces.

What a good child.

Too bad, he's a pervert.

Chapter 9: Stay away from me!

[Event: The bond level with Saito Furuyo has increased↑]

[Reward: None (Tutorial Battle)]

[Obtained Bond Trait: Foot Skills Enthusiast]

[Bond Trait: Foot Art Enthusiast: With an extreme passion for girls' feet, you finally embark on the ultimate path called 'Foot Art'.]

[Bond Effect: The further you advance on the path of the 'Art of the Foot,' the higher your upper limit for your Flash Step talent will be. This has now been surpassed, with the talent limit reaching 'Level 8'.]

[Note: What should I say when I first saw Saito-chan's feet? Well, it sounds vulgar... Hehe, I'm so silly! —Fujimiya·Face Blur·Makoto (Words)·Included in the Great Spirit Book Corridor]

......

"what?!"

When the gathering at the dojo was over, all the teachers left.

The dilapidated venue was empty.

Fujimiya Makoto was looking through the densely packed system prompts on the panel in front of him, and suddenly he saw a small column hidden at the bottom.

For a moment, Mr. Fujimiya was stunned.

He stood there in a daze, looking at the small words at the end of the record: 'Included in the Great Spiritual Book Corridor'.

I couldn't recover for a moment.

When he finally came to his senses, he immediately moved like a rabbit and rushed out, holding the broken sword he had thrown aside tightly in both hands, shaking it like a madman with red eyes.

"Delete it! Delete your teeth for me!"

"Written in a place like that, it's bound to be read by a bunch of people, right?"

"This is pure slander!"

"slander!"

"Insult my innocence!"

But what use is this miserable and incompetent roar other than causing noise?

It's just a knife.

Fujimiya Makoto held his little broken knife and shouted for a long time, and he also felt that he might look a little stupid.

After all, his Zanpakuto would never make a sound when it was alone with him.

This broken knife would only become abnormally excited when it could provide him with something to do.

However, just when Fujimiya Makoto was about to give up, a familiar, helpless female voice with a slightly admonishing tone suddenly came from his mind.

【I think you don’t understand at all! 】

[Sister will show you a clear path. ]

"You, go pick up those tabi and tie them to the scabbard. Tie the knot tightly. It will definitely benefit you!"

He actually made a sound?!

Fujimiya Makoto looked at the knife in his hand in astonishment.

When he was clearly in the middle of a sword fight, why didn't he even say a word to him?

However, after hearing what she said, Fujimiya Makoto couldn't help but reveal a half-believing and half-doubting expression.

He glanced at the tabi that Saito Bulaobushi had thrown on the ground.

White and soft.

The material is mostly cotton, and it looks about the size of a palm, about the same size as an adult man's gloves.

I don't know if it's because it was just changed today, or if the high-level Grim Reaper's body has no concept of metabolism, but it doesn't have any smell even if I pick it up in my hand.

It also smells a bit fragrant.

"Um?!"

Fujimiya Makoto suddenly stood up and threw the tabi that he had been holding in his hand to the ground.

He must have been affected by this broken sword!

【Hurry! Screw your teeth! 】

However, seeing his somewhat resistant look, Zanpakuto became even more impatient.

Fujimiya Makoto hesitated for a long time, then thought about the limit of his [Shunpo] talent that had been broken through on his panel...

"I'm just trying it out!"

"After you tie it on, take it off immediately."

He muttered this in his heart.

Thinking of this, Fujimiya Makoto's conscience suddenly felt much better, and he reached out to tie the pair of tabi to the lower rope at one end of the scabbard.

With just this small action, the panel responded immediately.

【You have taken a step further on the 'Path of Foot Art'! 】

[Instant Step (Talent Restriction): 'Level 9'↑]

【Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Bliss~! 】

Suddenly, Fujimiya Makoto was stunned for a moment, took a short and spasmodic breath, and stood there as if rooted.

From now on, he will be controlled by this broken knife.

but......

If only doing these little things could continuously transform him from an ordinary person into a genius who could rival the top figures in Soul Society.

A little 'weird', but it doesn't seem like a big deal.

After seeing this effect which is so direct and effective that it is extremely impactful.

Fujimiya Makoto actually started to comfort himself!

When a perverted thought arises, the world suddenly becomes wide open.

Even if it is just to become stronger, he must go further on the road of football skills!

"That's right!"

"That's it!"

“This is a necessary price!”

He raised his Zanpakutō high in the air.

Cheer yourself up loudly!

It’s a pity that the people behind him didn’t give him much respect.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Fujimiya Makoto suddenly shuddered and turned his head abruptly.

Then, they saw Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, Suzuka Chojiro, and Okiga Genshiro standing at the door of the dojo.

The young student, probably out of friendship as a fellow fanboy, clenched his fists and pretended to be a consumptive, coughing repeatedly.