In Soul Society, love and bond begin

"You completed your Bankai in just one month, didn't you? You're clearly a renowned genius."

Suzube calmly shook his head: "Whether it's one month, two months, or even a year, it's just 'completing Bankai'."

"In the long life of the God of Death, this little time..."

"It makes no sense."

"If I had a choice, I would rather spend decades honing my Bankai, hoping to eventually reach the level of Master Genryūsai."

"Unfortunately..."

His expression seemed to be a little sighing.

Fujimiya Makoto was a little surprised: "Old Shan... ahem, is it impossible to reach the level of Master Genryūsai through practice?"

"do not know."

Quebu said, shaking his head.

Sit down next to him and hold out your finger.

A ball of scattered spirit particles was reflected at the fingertips, and one could vaguely see the spiritual light floating in it.

"If the spirit particles in most Death Gods were like this spirit particle ball... they would be expanded and chaotic."

"Then the spirit particles in the teachers' bodies are of a different nature."

As he spoke, the large ball of spirit particles on Quebu's fingertips suddenly shrank inward, forming a point only the size of a fingernail. The balls of light were arranged extremely tightly, with almost no gaps between the spirit particles, and were shining with intense light.

He continued: "Dense, rigorous, and extremely powerful."

"Just like water vapor will condense into liquid or even solid under huge atmospheric pressure."

"If those teachers wanted to, they could even expand the shallow punch in their hands to the height of a building - this is the result of letting the spirit particles wander freely."

"And the difference in the density of this spiritual pressure is the level of spiritual power."

He waved his hand, dispersing the spiritual particles in his hand: "If you want to reach the level of a half-baked person like me, only about third-level spiritual power is enough."

"But if they are teachers, they need at least second-class spiritual power."

"And, Genryūsai-sama..."

A hint of admiration and yearning subconsciously lingered in Chojiro Suzu's voice. "He's first-class because spirit particles can only be compressed to a first-class level."

“That’s the gap in the cap.”

"As far as I know, those monsters with extremely good talents are excluded."

"The degree of integration between will and self is the fundamental factor that determines the upper limit of spiritual power."

“At the same time, only by discarding all the talents and gifts you already possess and are proud of, and starting from ‘nothing’, can you truly possess what you possess.”

Quebu patted his shoulder, applying a little more force, and said earnestly, "I'm afraid this is the real reason why Master Genryūsai is asking you to undergo this training from now on."

"Master Genryūsai must be very optimistic about you."

"Sincerity."

Hearing him say this, Fujimiya Makoto was stunned.

"will."

He repeated the word in his mind.

It always feels a bit ridiculous.

Although he had gone through a lot of polishing when he was [Zaraki], with his willpower that was so strong that he couldn't even get up to go to work in his previous life, does he still want to compete with the death gods who have emerged from countless desperate battles in this world?

Fujimiya Makoto found it unrealistic.

Is it because the plug-in is not cool enough?

However, Quebu didn't say anything more.

After supervising him to complete today's training, he left on his own.

Fujimiya Makoto lay on the ground for a while, and after he had rested enough, he wanted to leave.

But, looking at the huge murderous stone standing in front of him.

He suddenly stopped.

I don't know if it was because I was thinking about how I was restricted by cheats when I was in [Zaraki], or because I thought about the scene when the old man in the mountain aroused his murderous aura and I subconsciously swung my sword.

Fujimiya Makoto thought about what Suzube had just said.

Only when you discard all the talents and gifts you already have and are proud of, and start from "nothing", can you truly possess what you have.

He stood there for a while.

Finally, he picked up the murderous stone handcuffs on the ground again, grinned bitterly, and put them on his hands and feet.

"...What a jerk."

"Practice for a while longer, and go back if you can't hold on any longer."

......

[Bond Incident: Under the Killing Stone]

[The bond level between you and Chojiro Suzuki has increased↑]

[Reward: Spiritual Power Level +1]

[Gained the bond trait: Wall of Sighs]

[Spiritual Power: 6th Grade, Lower → 6th Grade, Middle]

[Bond Trait: Wall of Sighs: Your will will remain constant at the moment you become stronger until death.]

[Note: The person who makes you the strongest is always the one who perseveres until the next time]

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

Chapter 12: Fujimiya Makoto's Diary

The words were very heroic.

In fact, Fujimiya Makoto only threw three or four more punches than usual that night, and immediately lay dead on the spot.

Try not to engage in extreme sports as a form of entertainment without supervision.

【Trash! Trash! 】

The female ghost system laughed loudly and mercilessly.

Unfortunately, Fujimiya Makoto was completely unconscious at this time and could not hear anything.

However, this spirit is still worthy of recognition.

In order to record his hard work from scratch, Fujimiya Makoto asked the cram school for paper and pen from that day on and began to write "Fujimiya Makoto's Struggle Diary".

"As Fujiko said, 'No pain, no gain.' In order to go further on the road of death and prove that I'm not just a loser who can only rely on his extraordinary talent to cheat, I decided to work hard from today!"

"Most of the people who come to Yuanzi Academy are commoners from Rukongai. Their literacy rate is less than three, and they are all illiterate. They can't even clearly tell what year it is in the Soul King calendar. When I asked them when they appeared in the world, some said they died in the 10th year of Tenpyo, and some said they died in the 20th year of Yanqing. I converted it..."

"I almost forgot, I'm also illiterate."

"Anyway, let's calculate the time I've spent based on the time I entered Yuanzi Academy."

"Yuanzi calendar."

"On January 1th, Quebu opened up to me that night and said a lot. Although he whipped me with a bamboo stick, he is indeed a good man. To repay his bond, I tried my best to hit him 13 times today."

"As the saying goes, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. If I improve by 4% every day, compounding the effects, in just a hundred days, I'll be fifty times stronger than I am now! Two hundred days, twenty-five hundred times! Three hundred days, one hundred and thirty thousand times! My will will only grow stronger and stronger."

"As long as you keep improving... you can become stronger than Kakarot!"

"That's right!"

"A man must prove everything with his actions! I'm not the kind of loser who only relies on female ghosts to cheat!"

"Look at me sending out 10,000 thank you punches every day!"

"On January 1, he was beaten 14 times."

"I could have thrown one more punch. However, after being hit three times by Quebu, I had to fight again... That little electrified bamboo stick really hurts, but it was definitely for my own good."

"Yes! Quebu is a good man."

"Come on! Makoto!"

"You will definitely be able to do it tomorrow."

"January 1th, 15 strokes. It hurts, but I can still hold on!"

"January 1th, 16 hits, very painful."

"January 1, as above."

"January 1th, as."

"January 1th, we crawled back tonight."

"Fuck Sparrow! Why are you getting harder every day?"

"Quebu! You gave birth to a son without dermatitis and teeth!"

"keep it up!"

"January 1th, Fujimiya Makoto, this can't go on any longer."

"If I continue, I'm not sure if the murderous stone will kill me, but I will definitely be beaten to death by that bastard Quebu."

"Wake up, my unique talent!"

"There are so many Rukongai students in the cram school in the front courtyard. If we just wander around, there will definitely be some fierce girl or girl with smelly feet who will catch the attention of that broken sword!"

"How foolish! Why would you bother with that broken rock?"

"On January 1st, I challenged nearly thirty people, and none of them were any good enough. Most of them were worse than me, and couldn't even provide points. I'll check back tomorrow."

"On January 1nd, there was a guy named Sato who was bullying people in the corner. Who could stand by and do nothing about it?"

"Tsk, it's decided to be you."

"January 1rd, eat, sleep, and beat Sato."

"January 1rd, eat, sleep, and beat Sato."

"January 1rd, eat, sleep, and beat Sato."

"On January 1th, a girl with glasses appeared in the library, even more ferocious than the old lady Unohana!"

"Make a note of this first. Next time, when she's alone, I'll try the knife."

"On January 1th, Sato tried to run away. He was beaten twice and said he didn't dare to run anymore."

"January 1th, damn it! Sato is missing."

......

On a dark and windy night, there is a quiet forest outside the bushes.

A figure dressed in black hid deep in the bamboo forest, looking darkly at the simple bamboo house not far away, whose windows were still lit with light.

Although the facilities and dormitories in Yuanzi Academy are extremely simple, in order to cultivate sufficiently outstanding clerical and ghost talents, most of the books in the academy are directly open to the students and are never kept privately.

As one of the former 'students', the man in black naturally knew this.

At this moment, he just stretched out his hand and gestured towards the surroundings.

Suddenly, several figures wearing the same black clothes as him emerged from the surrounding dense forest.

The leading black figure slowly pulled down his mask, revealing a bruised and battered face with a stern expression.

He is 'Sato'.

To be precise, his real name should be Bee Shinichi.

As a member of the branch family of the lower-ranking noble Bee clan dispatched by the Central Forty-sixth Office and directly under the Secret Mobile Squad.