In Soul Society, love and bond begin

The nobles of Soul Society were equally puzzled.

In their view, Hyoshube Ichibei, who came down from the Soul King Palace and helped them defeat the bandit leader Yamamoto, was definitely one of their own.

Many nobles even shouted loudly, demanding that the monk kill those despicable bandits.

A few ignorant people ran to the ruins of the temporary residence of the Bingzhu tribe in groups, and demanded in an imperative tone that this guy avenge their family.

The end of these idiots was also quite tragic.

The front row exploded on the spot, leaving only their corpses. Some of them even turned into a ball of pitch-black ink, and even their human forms could not be seen.

Since then, the nobles of Soul Society have learned their lesson.

They finally understood.

This monk is not someone they can afford to offend.

Besides, this guy didn't seem to be 'completely' on their side.

It makes people confused.

In this situation where both Gen-ryu and Seireitei were afraid of fighting the wolf on both sides, time flew by quickly. Small meetings within Gen-ryu were held one after another, and the one-month "cooling-off period" for the peace talks was about to end.

Fujimiya Makoto, who was also uneasy, once again came to Shutara Senjumaru's room, as if hoping to get some inspiration from this highly intelligent person.

Shutara Senjumaru glanced at him nonchalantly, probably because she knew they were discussing serious matters. Today, Miss Senjumaru was unusually free of sarcasm and ridicule. She simply asked in confusion, "Makoto-kun, you're not worried about life or death, are you?"

"You don't usually behave like this before a battle."

"..."

Fujimiya Makoto was stunned at first, and then he forced a grin.

"really."

"Now that the monk is here, we shouldn't be able to die."

"Then what is there to worry about?" Shutara Senjumaru looked a little confused.

"future."

Fujimiya Makoto spoke in a low voice, not knowing what he was thinking about.

Perhaps it was because he had personally participated in this war that had lasted for many years. Although he knew what the Gotei 13 would look like a thousand years later in the original work, he couldn't help but hope that his appearance could bring some changes to the future of being dogs for the nobles.

It's hard for me to tell these things to Unohana-sensei, as someone as pure as her wouldn't care at all.

Not to mention Saito, a fool like her wouldn't care.

However, Shudra always seemed to understand him at a glance.

"Sincerity."

"Have you imagined the outcome of the peace talks?"

"almost."

Fujimiya Makoto nodded slightly and whispered, "Based on the current situation, the original noble structure of the Soul Society will most likely remain unchanged. Only those of us will be nominally absorbed into the Soul King Palace, but in reality, we will be forced to integrate into the original noble council system—in the form of an independent military organization."

"Now, the old man has been defeated."

"Given his ambition, he probably won't argue with that monk anymore."

"After all, his temper is worse than a stone in a toilet... He's a man who will admit defeat."

"Once this new structure is established, the nobles will likely be forced to retreat to the inner reaches of Seireitei under the strong demands of the old man, leaving Rukongai to the self-governance of the common people. Furthermore, in the best-case scenario, some of the brutal laws may be abolished."

"And then... maybe nothing."

"The nobles are still nobles. They still naturally possess the power of life and death over this world, and the five great nobles remain supreme."

"..."

“It’s frustrating.”

At the end of his speech, Fujimiya Makoto let out a long sigh.

Shudorashi Senjumaru just looked at him quietly, his narrow eyebrows always outlining an almost charming arc, his eyes cold:

"So what do you want? Kill all the nobles?"

"That's impossible." Fujimiya Makoto himself retorted, "That's unrealistic. There are too many nobles. They rely on their bloodline, and most of their children are born with spiritual talents."

"The monks will not allow us to continue to do this in order to maintain stability."

Xiudala continued, "What else do you want? To share the power of the nobles?"

Fujimiya Makoto still lowered his head: "No, this is not enough."

"The term 'noble' cannot be retained, not even for large families... It would be better to switch to the samurai class, and at the same time, have all Elementary Shinigami passively become part of this class. Diluting and obscuring the privileges themselves is the most important thing. Ideally, anyone joining the Elementary would automatically be given this title."

Xiuduoluo's gaze seemed to brighten slightly as he looked at him, but his voice remained flat: "After the division of power, the organization can't just go back to the old way, right? The Central Forty-Sixth Chamber is the territory of the nobility."

"Leaving judicial power to them is foolish," Fujimiya Makoto continued to deny. "The only things we can put in their hands are the people's livelihood... yes, only the people's livelihood within Seireitei. Let them fight among themselves. It would be best to use the cabinet to disperse power, while at the same time having external supervision..."

When Fujimiya Makoto was talking to himself, he didn't realize that the topic had been dominated by Shutara Senjumaru halfway through.

At the same time, he did not notice the increasingly bright light in the eyes of this venomous woman.

Many of Fujimiya Makoto's ideas are not difficult to understand, and some of them are just improvements in some small aspects, or they point to the essence and hit the real key points accurately.

Until the end, Shudala finally interrupted and said, "Mr. Cheng, don't you know exactly what you should do?"

"What are you hesitating about?"

"..."

Hearing Shutara Senjumaru's calm question, Fujimiya Makoto, who had just been chattering, suddenly stopped.

Fujimiya Makoto said uncertainly, "...Just like the wireless spirit platform I asked you to make, I can only talk about it."

"So what?" Shudra said calmly, "Did anyone ask you to do everything?"

“You just need to provide ideas.”

Fujimiya Makoto was startled by this rhetorical question and subconsciously spoke a little faster: "Besides, my words carry little weight, and I'm afraid it will be difficult for the teachers and the old man to listen to me..."

"laugh!"

Xiuduoluo laughed contemptuously: "Do you expect those dung beetles to use their brains to think?"

"They're just dying to give their brains to someone else."

"You are already the most thoughtful one among them."

Fujimiya Makoto did not raise his head, but kept his eyes lowered.

"I......"

Shutara Senjumaru's face suddenly approached, and her cold, hard bony hand lifted his chin, forcing Fujimiya Makoto to look at her.

The woman said calmly, "You are afraid of change."

"I also hate 'uncertainty'."

"Right?"

Fujimiya Makoto's eyes suddenly became fixed.

Should we say that he is worthy of being the intellectual leader of this era?

I saw through his true thoughts at a glance.

Shudra's voice remained calm: "It's just that, Cheng Jun... have you ever thought about it?"

“We are born to change the world.”

"Or rather, everything in this world has started to move since the moment you came into being."

"Whether you want to or not."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Fujimiya Makoto fell silent.

Yes.

The world is already changing.

From the moment he appeared.

"I understand."

Looking at his gradually clear eyes, Miss Xiuduoluo finally returned to her usual venomous appearance and said sarcastically:

"Now that you've thought it through, please leave."

"To find a lady's room in the dead of night, only to act like a child who's read a ghost story and act like a spoiled brat to his mother... Makoto-kun is truly a loser."

【Eh? ! 】

[So, Fujimiya is considered promising if she asks Senjumaru to do something else in the middle of the night?]

Miss Xiuduoluo's expression suddenly became extremely kind, her bony hand faintly reaching towards her lower abdomen, and she said gently:

"You can give it a try, Makoto-kun."

"Next time."

"Thank you, Senjumaru."

Fujimiya Makoto's mind was full of what had just been said, and he didn't pay any attention to what Xiao Podao said.

Instead, Senjumaru was stunned by his words.

The pair of narrow eyebrows widened slightly.

By the time I reacted, I saw Fujimiya Makoto had already strided out the door and into the night.

His worries were too late and unnecessary.

The world has changed, so what?

Some things have to be done by him.

Just like the old man in the mountain who was pushed to his current position step by step by his strength.

If the name Fujimiya Makoto does not want to become unknown in the future, or even become a unit of measurement like Rokuguruma, then he must continue to move forward.

Until, ahead of everyone.

Even if it's just for safety, it must be so.

In the forward and backward options,

He had no choice.

Fujimiya Makoto strode through the night and arrived at an unfamiliar, simple courtyard. He looked at Chojiro Suzuki who was guarding the door and reported:

"Suzou-kun, please inform me."

"Fujimiya Makoto, I have something to discuss with Master Genryūsai."

Quebu glanced at him quietly and nodded:

"...Master Genryūsai has been waiting for you for a long time."

"come in."

Fujimiya Makoto's expression froze for a moment, but he quickly reacted and said calmly:

"Yes."

......

A month passed quickly.

When the day came for the resumption of peace talks, Hyoshubu Ichibei sat down early at the long table in the center of the former central underground conference room.

He put his hands in his sleeves and waited quietly.

Soon, both sides arrived on time.

However, the person who appeared for the peace talks made the monk stunned.

Today, Fujimiya Makoto is wearing the same pure white half-sleeved haori as Suzube.

Suzuki Chojiro and Iwahara Kinraku followed behind Fujimiya Makoto, slightly lagging behind him by half a body length, indicating that he should take the lead.