In Soul Society, love and bond begin

But wouldn't that turn people into...

"Ah, it's already started."

As they were talking, the rustling sound that was just faint suddenly became a little louder.

A young man not far away suddenly arched his body, showing an extremely painful expression, but could not make any sound.

“Crack, crack, crack, crack…”

Shiba Night Ibis immediately turned his head to look.

Then, he clearly saw the chain in the center of the boy's chest transform into two intertwined insect mouths, constantly gnawing at himself, and the speed of the chain also quickly shortened until only the last bit of the lock remained -

"clang!"

A steel pipe located right above the boy pierced straight into his chest.

Completely encompass the location of the knot.

Shiba Night Ibis's stomach suddenly trembled, and an inexplicable feeling of nausea rose in his throat.

When the steel pipe was raised again, the "whole" on the ground was dead.

Only a hole was left in the center of the chest.

The steel pipe then turned over, and with a squeaking sound, a pool of blurry liquid poured out and flowed into the furnace directly above the palace.

The whole process is like a fully automated slaughterhouse.

Accurate, smooth and efficient.

Fujimiya Makoto turned his head and looked at him: "Look, a Spirit Gallbladder Pill is made like this."

Shiba Night Ibis only felt the nausea in his chest becoming stronger and stronger, and his whole body seemed to be shaking constantly - that was the fear and helplessness brought about by the sudden shattering of his world view.

After all, he was still convinced that he was just the last second.

Fujimiya Makoto hadn't finished yet: "Not only that, even these young men used as 'consumables' are extraordinary."

"They are all man-made materials called 'secret boys' or 'hidden boys'."

"As human beings, they were already dead in the slaughterhouse."

"This is the secret of the Asaemon family's continued prosperity."

Hearing this, Shiba Night Ibis suddenly remembered the delicious feast he had just eaten in the evening. There were all kinds of luxurious delicacies that he had never seen before, and they were dazzling.

So what is...

"vomit--"

Suddenly a rainbow spurted out.

Fujimiya Makoto chuckled and walked over, patted his back, and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, they dare not give you food."

"After all, you are the new head of the Shiba family, right?"

"Forgive my poor eyesight, I just recognized it."

"but......"

Fujimiya Makoto said this with a smile as he slowly thrust the shallow strike in his hand into the chest of the man in front of him whose limbs were trembling and whose spirit was depressed, making a muffled "puff" sound.

As if eager to wash away the dark sins on his body, he did not resist at all.

Fujimiya Makoto lowered his voice and whispered in his ear:

"Now, do you understand why we have to fight?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qian Da slowly pulled out, leaving only bright red blood on the ground and a man lying on the ground.

I don’t know if it was because I used a trick to solve the problem, but this time there was no prompt popping up.

He shook off the blood on the blade and sighed softly:

"I already told you it was a trap."

......

[Bond Event: Awakened Person]

[The bond level between you and Shiba Night Ibis has increased↑]

[Reward: Spiritual Power Level +1]

[Obtain bond trait: No Injury Circle]

[Spiritual Power: Fifth Grade, Middle → Fifth Grade, Upper]

[Bond Trait: Injury-Free Circle: Within a one-meter radius around the body, the highest level of nerve reflex instinct is formed under the individual's physical limit.]

[Note: The more sober a person is, the more he or she must learn to protect himself or herself.]

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

Chapter 37: Mouth! I'll beat you to your knees!

"Damn you thief!"

The skinny head of the Asaemon family was lying on the ground, his left arm and leg had disappeared, and blood was gushing out from the broken parts.

In the center of the hall, there were corpses of various causes of death everywhere. The pungent smell of rust filled the air, making people feel stuffy in their hearts.

He raised his head with difficulty, looking at the figure in front of him who was a little too young, his eyes bloodshot, and roared hoarsely: "Seireitei, will definitely avenge this old man..."

"puff."

Kuriyashiki Ryoma turned the blade and stabbed it into the old man's back, pinning his last breath to the ground.

The skinny body trembled for a while, and soon became motionless.

"You talk a lot."

The little boy muttered softly.

Beside him, other Yuanliu Shinigami who had completed their tasks were running back and forth in and out of the hall, carrying the supplies needed for Yuanzi Academy.

Huge wooden boxes were piled up in the courtyard outside the hall, forming a rather spectacular hill.

This is just the inventory of a single upper-class noble family.

"Shh-"

Just as the members of Fujimiya team were busy with their own things, a figure suddenly appeared in the courtyard.

Kuryashiki Ryoma was a little alert at first, but when he sensed the familiar spiritual pressure, he immediately relaxed.

"Instructor Fujimiya!"

"Why is it so slow today?"

This guy has no idea how to write the word polite.

Fujimiya Makoto casually lifted his hand and threw the figure on his shoulder to the ground, saying casually: "I encountered a tough spot."

"Ryoma, let Ando take care of his injuries."

"Do you want to take this back?"

Kuryashiki Ryoma gave him a strange look.

In the past, when Instructor Fujimiya encountered these nobles, he never held back.

Today's... he thought to himself, glancing down.

He was seriously injured, but still breathing.

"Ah."

Fujimiya Makoto nodded, "This is the new head of the Shiba family. He should have a lot of information in his head. We have to find a way to get Shutara and the others to dig it out."

"Don't let him die."

"Yes."

As Fujimiya Makoto spoke, he strode into the hall, and then he saw a middle-aged Death God immediately step to his side:

"Instructor Fujimiya."

"The remaining members of the Asaemon family have already fled toward the west exit."

"According to the planned schedule, we should encounter the target force in a day."

"it is good."

Fujimiya Makoto nodded and turned to look at the team members who were busy moving supplies. "Then continue to rest here for one night. Remember to take turns on duty."

"Yes."

The middle-aged Grim Reaper immediately agreed.

Fujimiya Makoto looked out the window at the dark night, still feeling vaguely uneasy.

In a world like Soul Society where people possess extraordinary abilities, 'finding' enemy forces is not difficult.

Whether it is the 58th "Flapping the Toes and Chasing the Sparrow" in the Binding Path, or the 77th "Tian Ting Kong Luo", they can play the role of "searching" and "contacting" to a great extent.

The real difficulty is how to catch the other person.

Therefore, as the advance elite reconnaissance team of the Yuanliu army, the top priority of Fujimiya Makoto's team is neither to sweep away the nobles nor to raid the nobles' clan lands, but to lure the large army of Seireitei.

That is to say - 'bait'.

The risk is extremely high.

It is common to deliberately let go of some noble members as in the current situation to lure the real combat troops into the trap.

However, whether it was because today's operation was too smooth, or because no trace of movement of the enemy's elite troops was found along the way, Fujimiya Makoto always felt a little uneasy.

"Ahem...ho...ho..."

Suddenly, the Shiba Night Ibis, who had been thrown to the ground, began to gasp for breath with difficulty. His chest rose and fell like a broken bellows, and his face was obviously pale.

He looked at Fujimiya Makoto with a gloomy expression and said:

"You guys, better run away quickly."

"According to the original plan, tomorrow... uh... the transferred frontline commander should arrive."

"By then, you won't be able to escape."

"As for the crimes of the Asaemon family..." At this point, Shiba Yoshihisa's eyes seemed to dim a little. "The Shiba family will be handled by the Central Forty-Sixth Office."

"laugh."

Fujimiya Makoto laughed disdainfully: "What's the use of that?"

Shiba Night Ibis was stunned and speechless for a moment.

In the midst of this silence, a childish voice with a hint of uncontrollable excitement rang out from Fujimiya Makoto's waist, chanting at high speed:

【Hahaha! Hahahahahahaha! 】

【Yes! 】

[Loser eats dust! Do you think just admitting your guilt is enough?]

[Kouya! My master Fujimiya exhausted all his strength to beat you to your knees. Of course, I will capture you and use you as my Star Fury to atone for my sins, Kouya!]

Fujimiya Makoto nodded slightly after hearing what he said before.

Until the last sentence, his face suddenly became tense and he almost vomited blood.

"Shut up!"

The sound suddenly quieted down.

It's not just the little broken knife.

The Yuanliu Shinigami who were constantly carrying supplies around turned their heads and looked here at the same time, and stopped subconsciously. The subtle gaze seemed to have weight, making Fujimiya Makoto feel as if a knife was stuck in his back.