In Soul Society, love and bond begin

Unohana and others have become accustomed to this, or rather, it is just like her attitude towards killing.

Hun doesn't care.

"Are there any signs of Hollows appearing nearby?" Her voice was cold, completely lacking the gentleness she had when communicating with Fujimiya Makoto.

"No! It hasn't appeared in almost ten years!"

"This is all due to the achievements of all the nobles. We, the humble people, are deeply grateful and shed tears of gratitude..."

The old man in the lead was not just talking, he actually knocked his head to the ground and cried loudly, being extremely humble and prudent.

"error?"

Unohana didn't pay attention to the old man's expression, but frowned and picked up a mirror or compass-like object from her waist.

The location of the 'Shutala Alarm' where the red dot appeared on the mirror was indeed nearby, very close to them.

However, the 'zheng' nearby is alive and well.

Fujimiya Makoto, however, recalled the situation in the original novel and whispered, "If it's Vastold, he should be able to hide in the village, right?"

Unohana Yachiru's eyes were slightly stern.

Vastold is the highest level Hollow.

When a Hollow reaches this level, its size is not much different from that of a human, and its strength can at least rival that of a "captain-level" warrior in later generations.

"No need."

Unohana Yachiru thought, then shook his head: "The spiritual pressure of a Hollow of that level alone when it appears is enough to completely crush these 'whole' bodies."

"unless......"

She glanced at the weak spirits hiding in the hut, and suddenly released some spiritual pressure in a certain direction.

The intense wind pressure swept in all directions with Unohana Yachiryu as the center, stirring up huge waves of dust. Several old men who were kneeling on the spot fell directly to the ground, sweating profusely.

Fujimiya Makoto seemed to realize something as well. He released his senses and immediately noticed a source that was hidden among the weak spiritual pressures and suddenly expanded several times.

He suddenly felt a little alert.

Just as he was on guard, he saw a small figure suddenly rushing out of the thatched hut, with unstable spiritual pressure bursting out of his body, and he threw a clay pot in his hand with all his might.

"Go to hell! Noble bastard!"

Fujimiya Makoto's grip on the hilt of the knife suddenly loosened a little.

"boom--"

He swung out with both the sword and the sheath, smashing the clay pot into pieces in mid-air, and spilling out the pickled vegetable roots that had been inside for a long time.

Several Yuanliu Death Gods around looked at the young girl who rushed out of the thatched hut with full vigilance, and the swords in the hands of two of them were almost hitting her.

"stop."

Fujimiya Makoto shouted in dissatisfaction.

Do these people really dare to chop anything?

The two men's blades finally stopped.

The pink-haired young girl ran quickly, threw herself on the old man on the ground, and hugged him tightly. She couldn't help but shed tears, and her voice was trembling with sobs:

"All the nobles are bad guys!"

"He just came once this morning and he came again this afternoon!"

"All the rice that Grandpa Tianyuan worked so hard to plant is gone!"

"He still needs to eat!"

Fujimiya Makoto was stunned when he heard this.

At this moment, he seemed to understand what the old man in the mountain meant by 'not treating people as human beings'.

Unohana didn't care about those details, but narrowed her eyes slightly.

Isn't it Daxu disguised as 'whole'?

And...someone from Seireitei just came here?

There was such a strong smell of conspiracy here that she couldn't help but think deeply about it.

But I didn't have time to think about it for long.

Almost as soon as they stepped into the village, everyone seemed to sense something and suddenly turned their heads to the west, looking at the sky over there.

Violent spiritual pressure fluctuations continued to sweep across, and even those who had no talent for spiritual cultivation felt as if they had suddenly arrived in an area with abnormal gravity, and they fell to the ground trembling all over.

Breathing was difficult and muscles were twitching violently.

The girl who was howling just now felt even more clearly than those who were 'taught'. She suddenly felt as if someone had strangled her throat and she couldn't make even a sound.

"Buzzing—"

The atmosphere roared and the vision shook.

The dozen or so Yuanliu Death Gods who were accompanying them already showed an expression as if they were facing a great enemy, and their expressions were all solemn.

Fujimiya Makoto looked up, it was the first time he saw this scene.

Hundreds of meters above the sky, a giant hand made of pure white bones lifted the "curtain". A corner of the sky was torn open by the giant hand, revealing the dark space behind the sky.

An enormous bone mask with pointed horns and a clown-like pattern on its face appeared in the center of the sky, looking down at everyone.

Slowly, the curtain of the sky was torn wider, revealing a huge figure behind the curtain.

Pure white pointed high heels stepped out from behind.

The earth trembled.

"hold head high--"

The silent roar, like infrasound, could almost shatter the eardrums of ordinary people, announcing their presence.

One head, two heads, three heads...

As the number continued to increase, the expressions of most people present changed.

Daxu, Killian.

——community.

Chapter 23 Anti-membrane

There were groups of up to a dozen big vultures.

Even the lowest-level Killian is an irresistible calamity for the vast majority of people in the entire Soul Society.

Just looking at the performance of those around them, you can see how powerless they are.

Only a very few people can turn a blind eye.

Coincidentally, Unohana Yachiru is one of them.

Faced with the roar that seemed to shake the heavens and the earth, the woman just stood there quietly, as if basking in the spring breeze.

Suddenly, Unohana tilted her head and looked at Fujimiya Makoto beside her with gentle eyes, and asked:

"Sincerity."

"You can handle it, right?"

"what?"

Fujimiya Makoto was stunned by this question.

What do you mean by 'I can handle it'?

At a time like this, shouldn't you, the leader of the action team, be the one leading the way, leading by example, and displaying the bravery that is unique to the Yachiryu?

Please don't show that 'You've got enough buffs, hurry up!' expression! Unohana Team Leader!

"Can't you?"

Unohana seemed a little confused.

It was just a simple change in tone, but Fujimiya Makoto felt a chill in his heart, as if his life was in danger at the next moment. His mind suddenly calmed down:

"I understand."

"Ah."

So, Unohana put her hands in her pockets and stood there quietly.

The surrounding team members became worried and whispered, "Unohana-sama, isn't it a bit..." to let Instructor Fujimiya go alone?

"Shut up."

"Yes!"

Stand at attention and salute.

With just one sentence, everyone fell silent.

The deterrent power of this unprecedented villain in history is so terrifying.

Fujimiya Makoto slowly pulled out his Asado and walked towards the community of Hollows, stepping over the ordinary people who were crawling out of their huts limply.

At first, his pace was a little slow, then he gradually sped up and started running, the spiritual energy under his feet became more and more active, until he suddenly rushed out a hundred meters in an instant.

The man and his sword shot towards the sky like a meteor.

The moment you see a monster that is over a hundred meters in size for the first time, anyone will naturally feel fear because of the pressure of its size.

However, the moment their strength exceeds a certain limit, these tall, dark monsters become targets in the true sense.

At this moment, Fujimiya Makoto seemed to have a fire burning in his heart.

Fueled by the fear and excitement in my chest.

“One bone!!”

The expanding spirit particles under his feet made him burst out at an unprecedented speed. The high-concentration spirit particle group condensed on the surface of his left fist smashed into the huge mask of Killian in the middle in an instant.

The terrifying explosion, as loud as thunder, resounded through the sky in the blink of an eye. The powerful punch, like the one that shattered the murderous boulder that night, was imprinted in the center of the bone mask that was who knows how many meters wide.

Fine spider-web-like lines spread in all directions.

Until finally, the whole head was blown to pieces.

The enormous force caused the long body of Killian to lose balance and fall backwards.

"Boom--!"

Large areas of flat land collapsed under the weight of Daxu.

[Boxing +5]

Until the moment their companion fell, the other Killians who had just walked out of the crack did not realize what had happened.

Fujimiya Makoto was like a dwarf running through a jungle of giants. His body was catapulted to the left by the force of the falling Killian in the center.

At the same time, his right hand pressed on the broken sword at his waist, which could only do nonsense. The super high speed brought by his feet allowed him to cross a distance of hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye.

In that extremely brief moment, the spirit particles condensed on the surface of the shallow blade, continuously accumulating power.

Swing a knife.

The sword pressure swept past like a torrent, splitting the bone mask that was within reach into two halves horizontally.

[Slashing Technique +3]

Killing two Killians instantly upon contact is already Fujimiya Makoto's current limit, as his speed is not that fast.

The big void following behind had already reacted, and huge red void flashes condensed on the surface of the mask, blocking different directions of movement.

The virtual flashes that looked like pillars of heaven continued to fly forward. Mountains, rivers, and the earth all looked as fragile as building blocks under these dense virtual flashes.

Fujimiya Makoto could only keep shuttling back and forth in this complex grid of virtual flashes, looking for opportunities, until he saw an opportunity and decisively delivered a bone-breaking blow or sword pressure.

Even for him, Killian's flash was not pleasant.

Although these big guys are a little stupid, their total spiritual power is actually much greater.