In Soul Society, love and bond begin

At that moment, almost all the Yuanliu teachers heard Fujimiya Makoto's voice.

Shihouin, Isehara, Saito, Kadori, Unohana...

In the Soul Society, where corpses were scattered everywhere, more and more people heard his report.

Many people turned their heads and looked towards Rukongai further north.

......

The secret place of rotten wood.

Many of the remaining direct descendants of the Seireitei nobles gathered in this wilderness opened up underground.

There was no familiar palace, no familiar servants, and no familiar family guards.

The vast majority of people were able to get here only after the sacrifice of many others, and all gathered here under the leadership of the last remaining members of the Kuchiki clan.

Everyone looked in a state of panic.

For these former big men, killing slaves and civilians might be no different from stepping on a bug, and it couldn't stir their emotions at all.

However, when they see with their own eyes a big man of the same identity and status as themselves, or even more noble than themselves, being hacked to death like a dog in front of them, the fear buried deep in their hearts will continuously surge out from the bottom of their hearts, and they will even be more fragile than ordinary people.

There's nothing special about them.

"Lord Yinling, we, we will be okay, right?"

"Master Kuchiki, if the nobles still have any hidden cards, please bring them out!"

"Seireitei is finished!"

"Rituals and music are broken! Rituals and music are broken! How dare those untouchables..."

Noisy sounds gathered in his ears, and fat and big-eared nobles surrounded him. The young Xiumu Yinling had never experienced such a scene and had no idea how to deal with it.

However, as the last of the five noble patriarchs present, he could only keep a stern face in an attempt to calm everyone down.

The picture of countless weak adults seeking a solution from a child who is trying to be strong looks particularly funny to others.

Even in today's situation, they cannot break away from the shackles of identity, status and rules.

Looking at the weak appearance of these people, the young Kuchiki Ginling suddenly understood.

Why did Soul Society lose so easily?

Unconsciously, he suddenly remembered what Tsunayashiro Shogo had said to him not long ago.

——The nobles and the common people are different.

"but..."

"What's the difference, Master Shogo?"

Xiumu Yinling asked in his heart.

But no one answered him again.

Finally, Xiumu Yinling took a deep breath and said loudly to the last remaining nobles:

"listen to me!"

"Right now, the Ghost Dao Team is building a large space channel!"

"As soon as the construction is completed, we can move to another place and continue waiting for the right time!"

"Please be patient, everyone!"

He tried to raise his voice.

But it was immediately drowned out by the noisy crowd.

At that moment, Xiumu Yinling couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.

Seireitei is finished.

Just as he was thinking this.

"boom--"

A huge explosion sounded from above the secret place.

The nobles, who had been noisy just now, suddenly became very quiet.

Everyone shut up and looked up quietly.

Then, natural sunlight shines down from above.

Countless figures gathered around this giant hole.

"..."

Xiumu Yinling looked at this scene and inexplicably felt a sense of relief.

no doubt.

They have become a real turtle in a jar.

"kill!"

Unohana gave the order calmly.

The Elemental Death Gods behind him all roared and rushed towards these final opponents.

But, at this moment.

"what is that?!"

Someone kept his head raised, looking towards the edge of the sky, and shouted out unconsciously.

It's not just him.

All the Death Gods who were capable of some skill at the scene suddenly raised their heads towards the sky.

Then, a flame like a meteor was seen falling from the top of the sky.

"Thousand Miles to Heaven Palm!"

With a loud roar, the surging spiritual pressure penetrated for who knows how many miles and smashed straight into the giant underground pit.

The blazing fireworks fell into the center of the crowd.

The moment they saw the true form of the flame, all the Yuanliu Death Gods were stunned.

Unohana Yachiru, who was standing at the top, had his pupils shrink suddenly.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni was lying in the pit, covered in wounds.

Next to him was a big monk with charred marks all over his body and his strong upper body naked, but he still had that hearty smile on his face.

He stood there, holding a brush that had turned into a white blade.

He turned his head and looked at the Soul Reitoshi and Genryu Shinigami around him.

"Oh, that's really fast."

"I told you to kill less!"

Hyoshubu Ichibei was complaining to himself, seemingly completely oblivious to the stunned looks of the people around him.

Xiumu Yinling didn't react for a moment.

But the next moment, an expression of ecstasy appeared on his face!

On the other hand, the Yuanliu Shinigami, especially the teachers standing at the top, had all drawn their blades and were facing the situation seriously.

Yuan Liusai was defeated.

The impact of this short sentence was more outrageous than everything they had seen in recent years combined.

But it is actually happening before our eyes.

"grown ups!"

In the end, it was Xiumu Yinling who reacted the fastest, shouting, "That guy over there is the Death God of Yuanliu!"

"Now the bloodline of Jinglingting is almost completely damaged, all because of that person!"

"Please, sir, represent the Spirit King's will and seek redemption for us!"

The moment he opened his mouth, the remaining nobles all reacted and shouted loudly.

However, the Bingzhubu seemed to have not heard their voices at all.

The great monk turned his head and looked at the Yuanliu Death Gods who were waiting in front of him with a smile, and said generously:

"Everyone from the Yuanliu!"

"Please give me some face."

"This war ends here!"

The moment his voice fell.

There was silence in the field.

......

Chapter 4 You were born to change the world (k)

"Really? So this is what happened."

Shutara Senjumaru sat on the chair and listened to Fujimiya Makoto's account of the events before and after the appearance of Hyoshubu Ichibei. Unconsciously, the bone hand that had been fiddling with something on the side also stopped.

He seemed to be in a trance.

Fujimiya Makoto sat opposite her, kneading his brows.

"Yes."

"It's almost done."

He sighed, "If you had come even a day later, we wouldn't be in this predicament."

Fujimiya Makoto used the word "embarrassing" to describe the current situation, which was actually not an exaggeration.

While the two of them were sitting here talking, the last batch of Elementary Shinigami also moved from their base in District 64 to Soul Society and set up camp in the south.

As for the nobles headed by the Kuchiki family, who were rescued by Hyoshubu Ichibei, they were cowering in the destroyed northern Seireitei, facing these "original bandits" across the ruins.

Both sides supported the elderly and children, and strengthened their military forces.

But it just stopped here.

The reason is very simple.

The monk who defeated Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni personally asked them to rest for a month.

After this period of cooling-off on the battlefield, negotiations will be restarted under his auspices.

There is only one principle now.

No more large-scale casualties.

However, neither Genryu nor Seireitei could understand what this monk wanted to do.

Having witnessed the defeat of Lord Yamamoto, known as the 'strongest in Soul Society', many weak-willed Elementary Shinigami have been spreading rumors that the Soul Society is about to launch a large-scale counterattack, with dozens even fleeing their bases.

These people were executed on the spot by the judicial team led by Yan Yuanjinle.

However, even with the high-pressure threats of military regulations, the death gods could not help but feel uneasy.