In Soul Society, love and bond begin

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Fujimiya Makoto's body suddenly released a large amount of spiritual power that wrapped around his body like flames. The vibrating spiritual pressure even affected Hikifune Kiryu who was watching the battle from a distance.

The wrist that had been twisted to pieces seemed to generate a force out of thin air at that moment. The young man actively turned his elbow to relieve the force, and his whole body was supported by the sudden spiritual power. He swung the blade towards Unohana's wrist.

There was almost no light in the depths of his eyes.

Unohana's eyebrows raised slightly, and a hint of excitement flashed in her eyes.

"Boom!"

The shallow sword wrapped in spiritual flames collided with the wooden sword in Unohana's hand, and for a moment, a dull sound like a depth charge was heard.

Standing in the distance, Hikifune Kiryu felt as if her heart was being squeezed hard. Her face turned pale as she watched the scene before her that was beyond her comprehension.

Fujimiya Makoto, however, was staring intently at the woman in front of him, his eyes burning with flames.

Unintentionally, Unohana's wrist trembled for the first time.

"boom!"

Fujimiya Makoto was immediately blown away by the sudden increase in force, rolling and falling for more than ten meters, plowing a deep mark on the ground, and his body was covered with dirt.

However, this is not the worst.

Fujimiya Makoto suddenly emerged from the 'First Form' state, and immediately felt a sense of exhaustion spreading throughout his body, and a sharp pain in his head like a drilling.

It was like I had just run a marathon or cycled the entire Tour de France.

As soon as I stopped, I found that my whole body was empty.

His legs were so weak that he barely managed to support his body and almost fell to the ground.

[Slashing Technique +10]

It's another top-level oppressive gap.

I couldn't help but sigh inwardly at the strength of this future first generation 'Kenpachi'.

But...if this is all my strength, she will definitely be disappointed, right?

As he thought this, he raised his head and looked at Unohana Yachiru who was still standing steadily in the same place.

However, when Unohana Yachiru looked at him, there seemed to be a somewhat moved smile in her eyes.

"So, the 'bone beating' is used to form blade tendons..."

“Creative ideas.”

“It deserves a reward.”

Fujimiya Makoto was stunned when he heard this.

When he lowered his head, he saw the only thing left in Unohana's hand was the handle of the wooden sword. The wood fibers at the broken end were shaped like flowers.

As for the remaining part, it exploded into a ball of fine wood chips and scattered on the ground.

I couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

"Unohana-sensei, what is this...?"

Unohana Yachiru glanced down and shook his head: "Just now, when you were swinging your sword, I tried to imitate you."

"Failed."

At this point, Unohana-sensei couldn't help but look at him with relief:

"As expected, Cheng."

"You are a child with great potential."

"Thank you very much." Fujimiya Makoto couldn't help but smile.

After living in Yuanzi Academy for a period of time, he gradually integrated into this era and understood what kind of status these strong men and teachers, from Old Man Shan down, have in the hearts of the students.

Needless to say, there is Hachikyou of the Flower of Rabbit.

In addition to being known as the "greatest villain in history", she is also an unprecedented swordsmanship genius.

In this day and age, being praised by Soul Society's top swordsmanship master known as 'Yachiryu' is a great honor.

[Where's the reward? Where's my reward?!]

[I love Unohana-sensei the most! I want to eat her big drops of water!]

[I want to be a traitorous disciple to my master! ! ! !]

[No one can stop me from eating...]

Fujimiya Makoto tightly sheathed his broken sword with the scabbard and the cautious bracelet, completely ignoring its freedom to speak freely. He whispered "Shut up", then turned to look at his beloved Unohana teacher with a flattering smile on his face.

The vest felt cold.

Unohana Yachiryu just smiled indifferently, as if he had long been accustomed to the random thoughts of his cheap disciple.

For this top-tier Soul Society expert who had weathered thousands of years of wind, rain, snow, and frost, the young man's vulgar thoughts, which were still at the physiological level, could not shake her will at all. The reason she found it funny was simply because she was a little curious about the fact that this disciple still viewed her as a "woman".

"Teacher! I'm so sorry!"

"I'll make it shut up next time!"

Besides, there is also a certain cowardice of daring to do things but not to take responsibility for them - is there a way to get him to eliminate this?

Fujimiya Makoto didn't know that in Unohana's heart, he had completely become an interesting little pervert.

Unohana shook her head and continued her comments: "...However, you still have a lot of room for improvement in your manipulation of spirit particles."

"If you can't use your moves at any time, they are useless."

"You should understand this principle, Cheng."

Fujimiya Makoto gritted his teeth and agreed, "Yes, Unohana-sensei."

Having said that, as if she had thought of something to reward her, Unohana fumbled in her wide sleeves and took out a small token.

The surname "卯之花" is written on it.

Unohana said calmly, "As a reward, take this token and go to the Kidō class to learn the first thirty lower-level Kidō."

"Once you've learned all of this, you should be able to make significant progress in your spirit particle manipulation."

"Yes!"

Fujimiya Makoto agreed immediately, not daring to refuse at all.

However, the broken knife began to mutter angrily again.

[If you don't want to eat the big water drop, you can just hug it! ]

[Stingy! I tried so hard!]

Unohana Yachiru glanced at him in the direction of the voice.

Fujimiya Makoto's body stiffened.

Then, Teacher Unohana suddenly reached out her hand and gently rubbed his head, stroking the boy's soft, semi-long hair.

This unexpected action made Fujimiya Makoto subconsciously stunned, and he looked at the teacher in front of him as if he was frightened by something.

His whole body unconsciously froze in place.

Unohana's voice remained calm and gentle: "If Makoto-kun could put aside those distracting thoughts, perhaps... you could satisfy me sooner, teacher?"

Facing those gentle eyes, Fujimiya Makoto didn't know how to respond for a moment. It was just that the long-lost touch on his head gave him a special feeling of being 'cared for', and he was also a little embarrassed - Kiryu-chan was still watching him!

"Yes."

"Of course." Unohana-sensei said, casually withdrawing her hand, her smile still gentle. "If Makoto-kun can't let go on his own, I can help you get rid of those worldly thoughts."

Almost at the moment he heard the word 'let go', he felt his lower abdomen tighten, as if swept by some abnormal murderous intent.

"hiss--"

"Unohana-sensei! That's not necessary!"

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Chapter 30 Is this the disparity in the world?

Since then, Mr. Fujimiya Makoto, who has been awarded the title of "quasi-instructor", has become a transfer student in the Ghost Dao study group of Motojijuku.

only......

"Um... Lord Fujimiya."

The middle-aged ghost teacher, who was a bit chubby, looked embarrassed. He only invited this big Buddha to his office after class. He had a very difficult expression as he organized his words:

"Actually, each god of death has his or her own strengths, right?"

"Some people are good at slashing techniques, and some are good at instant movement!"

"There are some people who are not good at ghost arts. Isn't that normal?"

“Actually, you don’t have to…”

Hearing Mr. Honda's euphemistic tone, Fujimiya Makoto put on a stern face and said, "Mr. Honda, if you have something to say, please speak frankly."

"..."

Honda Keigo took a deep breath and said with regret:

"I'm so sorry, Master Fujimiya."

"Um...Pfft, cough cough!"

"A student who spent two whole months and still hasn't mastered even one of the techniques of binding, haha... I've never seen that before."

"Of course, I don't mean to laugh at you!"

"That's your situation... Haha, well, it's quite difficult."

Fujimiya Makoto stood by and watched his grin reaching almost to his ears. After holding it in for a long time, he finally couldn't help but said, "You're obviously smiling happily!"

"no!"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Honda Keigo refused to admit it. He didn't want to offend this legendary new instructor. "You must have heard it wrong."

"No." Fujimiya Makoto had come a long way, but this was the first time he encountered such a big obstacle. He was skeptical. "Spiritual power is so difficult to control, how did the other students learn it?"

Honda Keigo pushed his glasses up and speculated, "According to our Kidō Group's research, your problem is most likely with your own Zanpakutō."

"If a Zanpakutō refuses to cooperate, it's often difficult to control the Shinigami's body."

"We suggest that you communicate with it more."

Fujimiya Makoto looked down at the small broken knife with the "Jingyan Bracelet" wrapped around his waist, and suddenly couldn't help but sigh.

"Okay, thank you for your help."

Helplessly, he had to turn around and walk out of the office.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of laughter was heard from inside.

"I haven't gone far yet!"

The laughter in the office suddenly stopped.

After a while, low laughter was heard.

"..."

"Fuck it." Fujimiya Makoto gritted his teeth and kicked the trash can at the entrance of the corridor.