In Soul Society, love and bond begin

There is plenty of time.

So, Fujimiya Makoto was thrown on the roadside by this bad woman like a burden, and he didn't know where to go for a while.

"Well, forget it."

"Go back to the dormitory early. We still need to deal with Kiryu's matter."

Fujimiya Makoto was still worried about Saito Fuuma, who might be lying in ambush in Motojijuku, ready to murder him at any time, so he felt it would be safer for him to stay in the dormitory.

"Kiryu?"

"Yes!"

He just called out, and the pink-haired girl followed him quickly with her short legs and a timid look on her face.

Still quite obedient.

"Sincerity."

"Wait for me at the training ground later."

Just as he was thinking this, he heard the calm voice of Team Leader Unohana, who had her back to him, coming from afar.

Fujimiya Makoto's body suddenly stiffened.

Damn it, could it be that someone heard me trying to slack off?

“Squeak, squeak, squeak…”

Just when he was in trouble, he heard an undisguised laugh beside him.

Turning around, I saw Shutara Senjumaru standing quietly by the side, his narrow and charming eyebrows slightly raised, his eyebrows drooping, and he pretended to have a 'really pitiful' expression, but he kept laughing:

"So you're the one targeted by that crazy woman?"

"Maybe this is just the kind of luck that fools have."

"Huh?" Fujimiya Makoto squinted at her with disdain, and with his other hand, he held Hikifune Kiryu behind his back. "If you're really capable, you can say the same thing when Unohana-sama is here."

"Please finish your broken work soon, Master Shudra."

She has been looking down on everyone since they first met. Even someone as good-tempered as Fujimiya Makoto can't stand her repeated provocative words. When it's time to fight back, he should do it openly.

Hikifune Kiryu hid behind Fujimiya Makoto's thighs, only tilting his head, revealing a small part of it, and blinking at her.

The expression on Shutara Senjumaru's face froze, the corners of his mouth twitched, his brows narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of danger, and his knuckles made a crackling sound:

"What a clever talker."

"It would look great if it were sewn up, right?"

"That has to be possible." Fujimiya Makoto sneered, but his fingertips pressed cautiously on the hilt of the knife.

Why is this old woman acting like a tsundere JK?!

Besides, nowadays, sharp tongues and tsundereness have long become obsolete.

The most popular one now is the beautiful, strong and pitiful Lily Orange sister!

Just when the situation was tense.

Then I heard the broken knife at my waist starting to cause trouble again.

[Hiss! Hiss! Classic beauties are great too!]

[I want Sister Shudra to poke me! ]

[In exchange, can I stab you too? ]

"Isn't this a classic older sister who's full of *Soul Society swear words* and *Chibi* awesome!?"

【Let me lick it quickly! 】

Listening to the sound of his voice being beaten lightly at the waist, the two sides suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

Shutara Senjumaru's bony little hands gradually relaxed a little at some point.

Hikifune Kiryu widened his eyes and looked at Fujimiya Makoto's sword.

The knife spoke again!

"..."

However, after this voice was rang out, Shutara Senjumaru's gaze towards Fujimiya Makoto became vaguely evasive for some reason, and he subconsciously turned his head to look to the other side.

She pursed her cinnabar-paper-red lips and opened them slightly, as if she wanted to say something, then suddenly closed her mouth.

His peripheral vision shifted to the other side, then he glanced back secretly.

After being discovered by Fujimiya Makoto, he immediately looked to the side.

The left hand subconsciously hugged the right hand.

"Wait a minute!"

Fujimiya Makoto suddenly had a bad feeling, and cold sweat broke out on his back: "You should know, right? I didn't say that just now!"

"Of course I know!!!"

Xiuduoluo suddenly shouted nervously, but his originally fair earlobes had begun to turn red. He turned his cheek to the other side and muttered softly:

"A science and engineering girl who spouts *Soul Society swear words*, is only interested in corpses and looms, has terrible taste in clothing, and is single-minded in her approach—there's definitely nothing a man would be interested in... I know that, of course."

Fujimiya Makoto felt more and more panicked: "I didn't say that!"

"But, being told that I want to be pricked... is the first time!"

Shutara Senjumaru turned his face away, as if he didn't hear what he said, but he unconsciously let out a breath of excitement, and subconsciously popped out large sewing needles from between his knuckles, which looked scary enough.

Unconsciously, even the look he gave Fujimiya Makoto became a little hot.

"I didn't expect you to have this potential."

"I told you it wasn't me who said that!"

Shutara Senjumaru frowned slightly: "The temperament of the Zanpakutō and its master is not completely different, but it can be said to be completely consistent."

"It's not a good thing to keep denying your true self."

"If it gets serious, you might not even be able to enter the state of 'Sword Zen', let alone the Shikai."

Silently, even Xiuduoluo's expression softened a little when he spoke.

He gave a soothing exhortation in a low voice.

This feeling made Fujimiya Makoto feel very uneasy.

However, Shutara Senjumaru's words just hit his current pain point.

"Um... can ordinary Shinigami enter 'Sword Zen'?" Fujimiya Makoto asked cautiously.

"Ok?"

Xiudala looked at him with a strange expression.

No.

It should be said that it is very strange.

The woman's eyes swept over his entire body, and then she stretched out her flexible and slender little hands to pinch the joints and acupuncture points all over his body, her expression becoming more and more subtle.

"you......"

"With such a strong body, immense spiritual pressure, and a wealth of combat skills—yet you haven't even entered the realm of 'Sword Zen'?"

The so-called 'Sword Zen' is the way in which the God of Death communicates with his Zanpakuto. No matter in which era, it is the most basic of the basics.

"Thinking about it this way, how unwilling are you to admit that you are a pervert?"

"Do you feel like you don't look like one?"

Shudra seemed to be trying very hard to control his words.

But it is often the case that lies do not hurt, but the truth is the sharpest knife.

Fujimiya Makoto now felt as if he had been stabbed in the chest.

"I'm not at all!" he continued to argue.

"Yes Yes."

Shutara Senjumaru's response became increasingly perfunctory: "I understand your feelings. After all, no one likes a Zanpakutō talking nonsense, right?"

"correct."

She seemed to suddenly remember something: "Do you want your Zanpakutō to shut up?"

"Um?!"

For a moment, Fujimiya Makoto's eyes sparkled with bright light.

"Can you even do something like this?"

"Of course." Shutara Senjumaru smiled charmingly and turned to look at him, "But why should I give myself to you for free?"

"..."

Fujimiya Makoto couldn't help but ponder.

He didn't know what he had to exchange with someone like Shudra.

You can't really sign a contract to sell yourself, right?

Just thinking about it, a light bulb suddenly flashed in his mind:

"Come to think of it, like today, where the operations team ran into trouble and couldn't contact headquarters for a long time... I'm sure Miss Shudoro doesn't want to see that again, right?"

"Do you want to know how to make a simple remote communication device?"

Shutara Senjumaru's ears pricked up, and he sneered:

"I am somewhat confident in my professional level."

"If you mean 'Tian Ting Kong Luo', then that's not necessary."

"No, it's even simpler," Fujimiya Makoto said seriously. "This is a simple communication tool I conceived. It uses a single line of transmission between two parties, transmitting different binary frequency spirit particles. It can be carried with you and can be used for communication at any time."

"I'll tentatively name it... 'Radio Station'!"

"Ah, no."

"Spiritual platform!"

Fujimiya Makoto's expression was very serious.

When Shutara Senjumaru heard this, his narrow eyes suddenly widened and he looked at him with an unbelievable look.

It was as if I saw a monkey's hand rubbing out an assault rifle.

The next moment, she was in front of Fujimiya Makoto, breathing heavily, her eyes gleaming, and she clutched his sleeve tightly.

"Elaborate!"

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

Chapter 28: Rosary

Fujimiya Makoto spent nearly half an hour explaining how this "wireless spiritual platform" worked, which finally satisfied Shutara Senjumaru's curiosity.

This woman was obviously the type who was used to doing what she thought. After hearing this idea, she immediately couldn't wait to go back and make one by hand.

"Hey, wait!"

Seeing that Shudora was about to run away with the free stuff, Fujimiya Makoto immediately reached out and grabbed her.

"Do you have any other ideas?"

Shutara Senjumaru didn't dare to underestimate him this time.

Who would have thought?

A guy who looks like a monkey who can only fight but not create can actually design such a very feasible spiritual tool.