In Soul Society, love and bond begin

However, at this age, he has been active on the battlefield for a long time.

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"Wait a minute! Sir, sir!"

The girl on the ground suddenly struggled and said in a sad voice: "You want money, right? You must be short of money! I, my family has a lot of spirit rings! I also, I know how to make spirit gall pills! That thing is our Asaemon family's secret product, and it has the potential to increase the level of spiritual power! We have many secret boys who make spirit gall pills at home, and I also know..."

At this critical moment, she had lost the high spirits she had a few minutes ago and tried her best to demonstrate her own value.

Fujimiya Makoto waved his hand in annoyance.

"killed."

"Oh."

Kuryashiki Ryoma then responded blankly and obediently pulled her to the other side.

"Untouchable!"

Then, she immediately became hysterical and screamed like a ghost: "We are..."

"...a noble family with a heritage of millions of years."

Fujimiya Makoto didn't turn around and quietly helped her finish the sentence.

"idiot."

Behind me came a series of teeth-grinding chewing sounds.

That was the sound of Kuryashiki Ryoma's Zanpakutō.

This kind of scene has become commonplace to everyone.

After a long period of disorderly development among the Soul Society nobles, most families have a large number of secret methods that use "whole" for metallurgy, medicine, training, slavery... and even "cooking". The number is quite rich - after all, "whole" itself is also made of spirit particles.

Each of these secret techniques was created with the lives of tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands or millions of people.

Extremely precious.

Therefore, no matter how high or low the titles of these nobles were, or how old or young they were, they all seemed to take these contents for granted as their treasures, or even as their life-saving straws.

But these smart people just can’t seem to figure it out.

This is the reason why most of the Death Gods who come from civilian backgrounds want to kill them madly.

The streets are full of the bones of nobles, and the gates are full of the heads of the powerful.

This is not an empty statement.

The inheritance that the Soul Society nobles have passed down through generations, accumulated through hard work and dedication, is the reason they must die.

Their family business was built with the blood and flesh of Rukongai.

For the same reason, in today's world, the extremely radical civilian Shinigami supporters of Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni cannot be simply described as "the majority".

His name is almost like faith among these gods of death.

only......

Fujimiya Makoto subconsciously thought of the original work, that is, what will happen in the future.

The Soul Society nobles did not disappear, they were simply 'imprisoned' in Seireitei, instead of being scattered everywhere like they are now.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously shook his head.

It's too early to think about these things now.

"Instructor Fujimiya."

While he was thinking, a middle-aged Death God instantly came to his side and whispered, "You can continue to move forward."

"Ah."

Fujimiya Makoto finally put his thoughts aside and gave orders to the people around him:

"Next stage order: capture the Asaemon clan territory!"

"Yes!"

......

"Lord Shiba Ibis."

In the hall, the slender Harada Asaemon, the head of the family, respectfully held up the brocade box with both hands and offered it to the young man sitting at the head of the table with a smile on his face:

"This is the Reidanmaru, the famous Reidanmaru of my Asaemon clan in Soul Society."

"Please accept it."

"Thank you for troubling me with this round of frontline mobilization!"

"How can I be so embarrassed?" The man known as Shiba Night Ibis, the head of the current Shiba clan, was a handsome young man with short hair, dressed in a white robe and a belt around his waist. He looked very cheerful. "Is this the treasure that is rumored to be able to increase the level of spiritual power?"

"That's right." Patriarch Asaemon said with a smile, "However, it only works on those below the seventh rank. I'm sorry to bother you."

"That's quite impressive too." Shiba Night Ibis was clearly interested. "By the way, what is this made of?"

"Master Shiba, this..."

The head of the Asaemon family immediately showed an embarrassed expression.

"Oh, this is really true!" Shiba Night Ibis was stunned at first, then just realized it and felt a little embarrassed, "I'm so presumptuous."

After his father's sudden death in battle, he rarely left Soul Society, and his ability to interact with nobles was quite lacking.

The head of the Asaemon family secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, all of Seireitei had heard of the quirks of these Shiba people.

For some reason, they all refused to enjoy the treasures extracted from the body of "Zheng", and never touched the spiritual delicacies. They even treated "Zheng" as a human being.

If this isn’t a quirk, what is?

How can the whole be equated with a person?

——Spiritual beings like them, who were born and died in Soul Society for generations, no longer cared about how 'whole' appeared.

However, for the sake of the five nobles of the Shiba clan, the head of the Asaemon family naturally refused to mention this small detail.

When the conversation was almost over, a luxurious feast was served outside.

Until both the host and the guests are happy.

Soon, Shiba Night Ibis was arranged to rest.

"Master Asaemon is a truly wonderful person."

Lying on the bed in the guest room, Shiba Night Ibis, who had been fighting against the Genryu Rebellion on the front line for more than a month, had not enjoyed soft bedding for a long time and thought unconsciously in his heart.

War really tortures people's spirit.

Even a short break is a luxury.

However, just as he was about to lie down for a nap, he suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart.

"Beast bones scattered everywhere! Spires! Red crystals! Wheels of steel. The moving one is the wind, the still one is the sky. The sound of spears clashing echoes throughout the empty city!"

"Breaking Path No. 63: Thunder Roar Cannon!"

Accompanied by a violent fluctuation of spiritual pressure, a golden lightning pillar like a divine punishment suddenly fell from the sky, destroying the entire giant barrier surrounding the Asaemon clan's territory with extremely domineering power.

At the same time, Prince Asaemon, who served as the principal, was also completely destroyed by this blow.

Dozens of extremely strong spiritual pressure reactions suddenly appeared in everyone's perception.

Shiba Night Ibis sat up suddenly.

Enemy attack!

Chapter 35: Are you qualified to say such things?

A single blast shattered the outer barrier, and without even a second to mourn the unknown dead, the group that immediately arrived on the battlefield was—Fujimiya Makoto's team!

After many days of tactical coordination, the team led by Fujimiya Makoto dispersed at the landing point without even a glance, each breaking into the huge Asaemon clan territory and quickly searching for their respective mission targets.

The one that Fujimiya Makoto is in charge of is naturally the head of the Asaemon clan, the patriarch 'Harada Asaemon Izo', whose strength is about the fifth level of spiritual power!

Long before the operation began, the members of the Yuanliu Intelligence Team had already thoroughly investigated this person's information.

Without much hesitation, Fujimiya Makoto stepped straight towards the direction he remembered.

However, just as he habitually let go of his perception, he suddenly discovered a spiritual reaction from the building on the side that was even stronger than the one in the master's palace in the distance.

Are there any experts? !

Before he could react, he saw the guest room shattered into pieces by the huge spiritual pressure rising into the sky. Countless building fragments were swept in all directions by the violent wind. The figure standing there had a firm expression, a faint light in the corner of his eyes, and his hand was on the hilt of the knife.

With a dull and sharp roar of "hum", the violently flowing scattered spiritual pressure suddenly gathered, forming an extremely solid impact on Shiba Night Ibis's waist.

Swing out!

The explosive sword pressure seemed to dispel the deep night in the Asaemon clan's territory. The suddenly lit spiritual pressure light shot up into the sky and swept across hundreds of meters. The huge shock wave came from far away, shattering the buildings and the earth along the way and raising a large amount of smoke and dust.

A very deep mark was left on the originally blank ground.

However, when the sword mark extended to Fujimiya Makoto, it was easily split into two and spread to both sides.

Fujimiya Makoto let out a low breath.

This spiritual power reaction... fourth level? Close to third level!

"How dare you attack the nobles at night? Who are you?" Shiba Night Ibis stood still with a serious expression.

Fujimiya Makoto's face was serious: "We are——Night Raid!"

"Ok?"

Shiba Night Ibis was obviously stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted:

"You still dare to quibble! You Yuanliu thief!"

"You know, but you still ask."

Fujimiya Makoto held the knife in one hand and narrowed his eyes slightly:

"Burial!"

The moment he finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared from where he was standing. He rushed towards Shiba Night Ibis like a flowing shadow and swung his sword.

"clang!"

The metal collided, making a very dull sound.

Good weight!

The moment the blade fell, Zhiba Yehei was also shocked. He did not expect that this Yuanliu thief who looked younger than him had such terrifying strength. His hand sank slightly.

As soon as they started fighting, Fujimiya Makoto had a rough idea of ​​his opponent's level.

No prompt popped up immediately.

can win.

Supported by his confidence, he no longer spared his strength, and the sword in his hand fell like raindrops, and the shadow of the sword was so fast that the afterimage was almost invisible.

The level of [Slashing Technique: Ninth Order] is beyond the talent limit of most Death Gods. Only a few who are proficient in this art and have high perseverance can reach it at their peak.

At this moment, when he performed it in front of Shiba Night Ibis, it naturally brought him a very oppressive dominance of the killing technique.

Fierce sparks merged into one after countless sword collisions, and the sparks flew into the air. Even if someone who didn't know swordsmanship stood here, they could clearly see the situation of one side attacking rapidly and the other side defending hard.

In this situation, both sides are in a stage of rapid consumption of physical strength, energy and concentration, and the competition is about who has stronger willpower.

What Fujimiya Makoto fears least is this kind of comparison.

[Bond Trait: Wall of Sighs]

Your will will remain constant at the moment you become stronger until your death.

Suddenly, the raised blade tore the clothes at the elbow of Shiba Night Ibis's left arm. The intense stinging sensation made him immediately realize that his arm was cut, but his clear mind did not mean that he could control his body's reaction.

The moment the nerves in his wrist were cut, he trembled almost uncontrollably, and a gap immediately appeared in his airtight defense.

Fujimiya Makoto narrowed his eyes slightly, and the blade immediately pierced into it with the precision of a machine.