In Soul Society, love and bond begin

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's voice became increasingly calm, but his eyes stared directly into Fujimiya Makoto's:

"Now your consciousness and your body are like two identical people."

"You are all identical in appearance, ability, and strength. So who should lead the battle, and who will be forced to submit?"

"What exactly is the difference?"

"Sincerity."

The old man's questions became more severe with each one.

Until the end, that loud voice almost pointed directly to Fujimiya Makoto's true heart.

Each sentence forced him to squeeze out the answer from the deepest part of his heart.

From the beginning, Fujimiya Makoto felt that something seemed to be getting more and more familiar the more he listened, as if he was gradually digging out impressions hidden deep in his memory, until the old man Yama said the last sentence.

He almost blurted out:

"It's...instinct!!!"

"..."

Suddenly, the old man in the mountain was stunned and looked at him quietly, as if he had not expected it.

It's not just him.

Even Quebu and Chongya behind him couldn't help but show astonishment.

The two of them were just thinking about what Teacher Yamamoto said, but they had no idea at all.

In other words, their instincts are not strong enough to break through the shackles of rationality to fight the enemy at any time, so it is difficult to imagine Fujimiya Makoto's current situation.

At this moment, when he looked at Fujimiya Makoto, there was naturally only the admiration and envy that a mediocre person would have when looking at a monster.

Awesome! Chengjun!

Their eyes seemed to say this.

Yamamoto was also quiet for a long time, staring at him for a long time.

Until the end, he nodded in approval and said with a smile: "You are more talented than I thought."

"not bad!"

Under the surprised gazes of several people, Fujimiya Makoto's expression suddenly froze and he felt a little embarrassed.

But he couldn't tell them that he had heard it before, right?

Fortunately, the old man in the mountain had not yet finished his admonition:

"Yes, it's instinct."

“Reason controls the body’s impulses through instinct, rather than the body controlling reason.”

"That's what you need to do now."

Fujimiya Makoto listened to what the old man said, swallowed his saliva unnaturally, and looked a little nervous.

In fact, he couldn't help but be nervous.

You know, in the original work, in order to control his instincts, Ichigo personally beat White Ichigo in the sea of ​​​​consciousness.

What about him?

He also wants to break his own system?

"Teacher Yamamoto."

"So...the method is?"

The old man in the mountain gave a mysterious and majestic smile.

He took out two pairs of white stone handcuffs from somewhere and handed them to him.

Behind him, when Quebu and Chongya saw the handcuffs, their expressions suddenly changed. Quebu subconsciously wanted to step forward to persuade them, but was stopped by Chongya.

Just noticing this detail immediately made Fujimiya Makoto's heart alarm bells ring.

Is this old man up to something bad again?!

"Ah."

"From now on, you will train with these handcuffs."

"until......"

As the old man in the mountain spoke, he pointed behind him.

I don’t know what kind of magic trick was used, but I saw a huge rock that was ten meters long, wide and high, completely covering the figures of several people. The material seemed to be exactly the same as the handcuffs, standing abruptly in place.

"Break this stone with your bare hands!"

"At that moment, you barely passed."

Fujimiya Makoto swallowed hard, his Adam's apple leaving a clear outline beneath his skin.

Just by getting close to the huge rock, he already felt a strong sense of crisis.

All the spirit particles in his body were like dandelion seeds blown away by the wind, flying away madly, as if the stone in front of him was the natural enemy of the spirit particles.

He was even certain that if it was an ordinary "whole" or a weaker god of death, it would probably only need to stay by the stone for a while before its spirit would begin to collapse.

"Teacher Yamamoto."

"Excuse me, what is this stone...?"

The old man stuffed the white handcuffs into his hands without hesitation. His movements were very tough, but his old face always had the smile of an experienced old man. He said kindly:

“It’s not a big deal actually.”

"These are just a few pieces of murderous stone that I casually removed from the wall of Seireitei."

"The so-called killing stone is just a rare mineral that can suppress spirit particles and spiritual pressure. It's nothing to be afraid of."

Upon hearing this, Fujimiya Makoto's eyes widened in shock.

You old guy!

Don't make light of something that could cost someone's life!

The god of death itself is made up of spirit particles, right?

If I wear this thing, doesn't that mean I'm having a sustained total breakdown?!

The old man continued to coax him: "Think about it, as long as your body can hardly mobilize even a little bit of spiritual energy, and if you suppress your body's instinctive impulses to the extreme, your rationality will definitely be able to completely control yourself."

"Right?"

"..."

"Ah, yes."

When he said this, the smile on Fujimiya Makoto's face was uglier than crying.

hateful!

This is not the kind of teaching I want!

Chapter 11 Spiritual Power and Will

From that day on, the students of Yuanzi Academy discovered that there was suddenly a teenager in their school room. He was often shackled and looked so weak that he looked like he was about to die again at any time.

Their judgment was quite correct.

Fujimiya Makoto really felt like he was about to die.

Specifically, he was like a veteran player who had just donated a liter of blood at the hospital, completed twenty sets of Saitama-style special training on the spot, and then stayed awake for three days and three nights, staring at the screen and constantly collecting materials.

Not only can I not sleep, I even have to continue working out, long-distance running, and devilish training in this physical condition.

Almost every minute and every second, Fujimiya Makoto felt the importance of will from the bottom of his heart, and thought deeply about whether it would be more pleasant for him to die of exhaustion on the spot.

"Snapped--"

"what!"

A soft fist smashed with all its might against the giant stone wall that was like a city wall, but only a light sound was left behind.

Instead, the screams that followed were even louder.

Fujimiya Makoto's palm seemed to have hit a materialized pillar of fire. The moment it touched the murderous stone, it was immediately burned and pulled back.

The intense tearing sensation made him even wonder if his entire palm would really melt as he felt if he came into contact with the murderous stone for a little longer.

As for the surface of the murderous stone - let alone breaking into pieces, not even the slightest crack was left.

If it were just Fujimiya Makoto's weak willpower, he probably wouldn't even be able to make it through the first day and would have given up.

but......

"ninety five!"

"Cheng Jun, five more punches!"

"Stop now, I'm going to start the count again."

Chojiro Suzuki stood behind him, eating with a thin bamboo stick in his hand, with a stern face, supervising coldly.

If you look closely, you can see that the surface of the thin bamboo stick is wrapped with thin golden electric currents, occasionally making crackling sounds.

If you slack off even a little, the electrified bamboo stick in his hand will chop you down mercilessly.

Stop once and hit once.

The teaching attitude is extremely rigorous.

"Mmmm..."

Under such intense supervision, Fujimiya Makoto didn't even have the energy to argue. Only meaningless wails came out of his mouth. He almost supported his body by instinct, and continued to try to mobilize the remaining spiritual pressure in his body and hit the murderous stone again and again.

Until the very end, when Chojiro Suzuka shouted "Done" like the sound of nature, Makoto Fujimiya fell apart like tofu on a chopping board.

Looking at the sky, breathing heavily.

Seeing that he had at least completed today's training alive, Quebu behind him also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He walked forward and helped Fujimiya Makoto remove the murderous stone shackles on his hands and feet.

For a moment, Fujimiya Makoto felt as if he had returned to heaven from hell.

The spirit particles that were originally scattered as if being roasted by fire finally became stable again.

But what followed was an intense feeling of fatigue that covered the entire body.

He lay on the ground, trying to turn over and lie down.

Blue sky and white clouds.

Big sun, small pussy.

His brain was so exhausted that this was all the rhetorical ability he had left.

As he lay there, Fujimiya Makoto, who was exhausted, suddenly began to wonder if that bad old man Yamamoto was deliberately messing with him.

"Jade-kun."

He inquired, "Have you ever done this kind of training before?"

"Yes."

Suzu Chojiro was as cold as ever, "It's just that when I was doing this training, my basic Reiatsu had already increased to a level high enough to begin Bankai training."

"As for you..."

Quebu paused mid-sentence, "I suppose Genryusai-sama has his reasons, too."

"A talented person like you, Chengjun, is different from us useless mediocre people."

Fujimiya Makoto was a little surprised: "Is Suzube-kun also considered a mediocre person?"

"I heard about it from people in the cram school."