In Soul Society, love and bond begin

[How pitiful~! ?]

"Shut up!"

Fujimiya Makoto shouted fiercely at the small broken knife at his waist.

The bracelet wrapped around the scabbard flashed.

The little thing shut up immediately.

"Unexpected."

Shutara Senjumaru caressed his slightly bloated belly, like a pregnant woman holding her belly. His rather charming eyes glanced in Fujimiya Makoto's direction and said,

"I thought a brute like you, who only knew how to chop and chop, could do nothing but kill people."

"Humph!"

Tong Jiang puffed out her equally bulging belly in dissatisfaction, burped, and said loudly: "Brother Cheng knows a lot!"

"His braised pork with shredded ginger, shredded pork with Beijing sauce, boiled fish, sweet and sour spare ribs, tenderloin... they're all delicious!"

“I’m the only one who’s eaten it!”

I don't know if it's because the time spent in contact with Fujimiya Makoto made this little guy feel like he has someone to rely on again, or if it's because he has become somewhat familiar with the environment of Motojijuku during this period, but now Hikifune Kiryu seems to be on the verge of returning to his previous daring self.

Anyone can dare to confront him!

"Kiri-chan."

Fujimiya Makoto called out and wiped the corners of her mouth twice with a tissue.

"Yes~"

Xiao Tongsheng then hummed reluctantly, arched his mouth slightly, and let him do what he wanted like a pig.

Upon hearing this, Shutara Senjumaru couldn't help but glance at Fujimiya Makoto in surprise.

Swallowing unconsciously.

In this era, the great development of the real world had not yet begun. Even in the relatively more developed Soul Society, there was not such a rich variety of dishes - iron pots had only appeared a few years ago in the Song Dynasty.

Seeing that little Kiryu had shut up, Fujimiya Makoto said attentively, "Shutara-kun, Kiryu-chan should have done very well in the way of ghosts, right?"

"Honestly speaking, she's probably the most talented person I know."

"When I'm at home, I often ask this kid questions about ghosts."

After hearing what Brother Cheng said, Xiao Tongsheng's belly suddenly became a little taller.

proud!

Shudorashi Senjumaru glanced disdainfully in the direction of the little thing and said nonchalantly, "As for talent, it's pretty good."

"But if we continue like this, whether we can live long enough for our talents to kick in is uncertain."

"Ok?"

Fujimiya Makoto was stunned when he heard this, and frowned: "What do you mean?"

"Don't you know?" Seeing his reaction, Shutara Senjumaru seemed to realize something, "The teams have started recruiting?"

"No, I haven't received any news yet." Fujimiya Makoto's expression gradually became serious.

Shutara Senjumaru casually explained, "Ever since that old man Genryusai started his purge half a year ago, the initial results were pretty good."

"However, recently, due to the continuous assassinations and sieges by the various Seireitei action teams, the various units have suffered heavy casualties."

"Even the leader of the Eighth Action Team was killed a few months ago by the head of the Shihouin family, one of the five great nobles of Seireitei. The person who took that position was a fierce woman with glasses who looked very weak."

"Recently, even the students in my class have gone from over a hundred to only about thirty... The rest have been drafted and left."

"and many more."

Fujimiya Makoto seemed to realize something, his brows furrowed deeper. He looked at Hikifune Kiryu, who was about eight or nine years old, and asked, "Are students of Kiryu-chan's age also recruited?"

Shutara Senjumaru held her pregnant belly (fake) and looked at him with deep eyes: "The strength of a Shinigami is determined by spiritual pressure, not age."

"Fujimiya Makoto."

The moment he heard her words, the images of Hitsugaya Toshiro in the future and Momo Hinamori, the first tank in Soul Society, immediately came to Fujimiya Makoto's mind.

A captain and a vice-captain.

But judging from his appearance, he is only about fourteen or fifteen years old, or possibly even younger.

Although there is a reason why people with naturally high spiritual power levels grow slowly, isn't it also because they are young?

Xiaobai is only 1.3 meters tall!

So, when did they start fighting?

"..."

For a moment, Fujimiya Makoto's gaze towards Hikifune Kiryu became complicated.

Yes.

This is Soul Society.

In recent times, the number of Shinigami that can be seen in Motoji Academy has indeed been decreasing. Even Master Unohana has not returned for a long time - it's just that he is immersed in the practice of ghost arts every day and has not paid much attention to this.

It is naturally difficult for people staying in the rear to feel the pressure from the front line.

Tong-chan was still stunned and didn't react.

There are question marks all over the little head.

"Teacher Shudara."

As if thinking of something, Fujimiya Makoto suddenly said, "As a research talent, you probably don't often go to the front lines, do you?"

"Ok?"

Hearing this, Shutara Senjumaru's expression suddenly became alert.

"What do you want to do?!"

"If I'm drafted, could you please take care of Kiri-chan for me?" Fujimiya Makoto's expression was extremely sincere. "You can do whatever you want with me! As long as I'm still alive!"

"Eh?!"

Xiao Tongsheng suddenly became nervous and almost jumped out of his chair: "No, no! Brother Cheng!"

Fujimiya Makoto's expression was very firm.

If we leave this little thing alone in Yuanzi School, it is unlikely that it will starve to death, but there is no way it will be able to live a regular life.

"do not want!"

"I don't want to help you take care of the child."

Shutara Senjumaru's attitude was completely indifferent. He rubbed his belly nonchalantly and refused very decisively.

Hikifune Kiryu breathed a sigh of relief.

Fujimiya Makoto's expression became a little more subtle, and he said gently, "In exchange, Mr. Shudara can also come and have dinner with us."

"I haven't shown even one percent of my skills."

"It's just a mere desire for food, I just..." Shutara Senjumaru sneered subconsciously.

Then, Fujimiya Makoto took a deep breath and chanted at high speed: "Steamed lamb, steamed bear paw, steamed deer tail, roast duck, roast chicken, roast goose, braised pork, braised duck, sauce chicken, bacon, pine flower, tripe, dried meat, sausage, assorted Su pan, smoked chicken belly, steamed eight-treasure pig, glutinous rice stuffed duck..."

For a moment, both of them were overwhelmed by the delicious food represented by the long menu.

Until the moment the running sound ends.

Two swallowing sounds were heard at the same time.

It was extremely obvious in the slightly narrow dormitory.

Fujimiya Makoto looked at Shutra Senjumaru with a smile, and unknowingly he had stood up and walked close to the elegant beauty. He bent down slightly, and as if touching a small animal, he slowly stretched out a hand and gently stroked Shutra's bulging belly.

He asked in a low voice, "Ms. Senjumaru, you don't want to miss out on these delicious foods, do you?"

"I, I didn't..."

Shutara Senjumaru subconsciously turned his head away, trying hard to deny it.

However, the body that tasted delicious food for the first time couldn’t refuse!

I still want it!!

The taste buds that have just tasted delicious food continue to send similar signals to the brain.

Silence lasted for a long time in the small room.

Until the end, the elegant beauty turned her face away, her back to the young man, and whispered in a mosquito-like voice:

"...once in a while."

"Wow——!!"

Xiao Tongsheng burst into tears all of a sudden.

At this moment of unbearable shame, Shutara Senjumaru couldn't help feeling a little happy when he heard the girl's dissatisfied cry.

Suddenly, things don't seem so hard to accept?

......

Just when the family was having a great time, there was a knock on Fujimiya Makoto's door.

"Dong dong dong."

Fujimiya Makoto was startled and went to open the door.

Then, a Yuanliu Death God with a wooden sign of "Patrol" hanging on his shoulder stood at the door, bowed slightly, and handed a scroll to Fujimiya Makoto with both hands.

"Master Fujimiya, please accept the order."

"You've been called up!"

Fujimiya Makoto stood at the door, turned around and looked at the two people behind him with a helpless expression.

Shutara Senjumaru also widened his eyes.

What is foresight?

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

Chapter 33 Nobles

The sky is clear and the air is fresh, and the clouds are rolling and dispersing.

There are small paths, earthen plateaus, short trees along the slopes, and a lot of noise.

"I really enjoyed practicing today."

The girl with a belt tied around her waist wiped the wetness from her forehead, a happy smile on her face, still holding the knife in her hand.

"Right, Yuta!"

However, just as she turned her head, the girl suddenly realized what was going on and apologized repeatedly: "Ah! Sorry, sorry."

"I almost forgot, you are speechless now, right?"

The girl with a belt around her waist holding a knife turned her head and saw a young man in sackcloth clothes hanging from a tree branch with a rope. He was about her age, with a pale and stunned face.

Deep knife marks were left from the shoulders, waist, elbows and knees, and bright red blood soaked large areas of clothing. The knife cut in with great precision, penetrating nine-tenths of the way and leaving one blank, thus keeping the young man's body mostly intact.

The boy was vomiting blood and seemed to want to say something, but he could no longer make a sound.

The girl smiled and patted his clean shoulder with her fair little hand, gently comforting him:

"It must hurt, right?"

"But I can't help it. If you want to become the sword tester of our Asaemon family, this is the rule!"

"Didn't you say you loved me when we were on the street? If you're a man, you must endure it to the end."

"Don't worry, my sword is very fast."