In Soul Society, love and bond begin

Shiba Night Ibis opened his eyes even wider, his eyes bloodshot.

His complexion, which was not in good condition to begin with, turned pale in an instant.

Originally, he was somewhat resigned to his fate.

Now think about it carefully, why not just run?

Only the silly little Kurayashiki Ryoma pointed outside and kindly reminded, "Instructor Fujimiya, I just saw a few women lying on the ground outside."

"It's just been a while since he died. It's still warm."

Fujimiya Makoto knocked him on the head with a thud:

"Stinky boy, where did you learn this?"

"Uncle Sato told me the same thing last time." Kuryashiki Ryoma betrayed the evil-minded uncle with just one sentence.

Fujimiya Makoto glanced over fiercely, and Captain Sato immediately shrank his neck, pretending not to hear anything, turned around and ran out.

"Go! Get to work!"

"Do you still want to rest?"

The surrounding team members immediately scattered.

Fujimiya Makoto himself half-knelt in front of Shiba Yoshihisa, slowly pulled out the shallow sword from his waist, and smiled at him and said:

"Master Shiba, you just heard what my sword said."

"Next, I will ask you a few questions."

"If there is any inaccuracy..."

"See this knife?"

Fujimiya Makoto fiercely thrust the tip of the knife into the ground, his heart ruthless, his expression ferocious:

"White knife in! Yellow knife out!"

"Do you understand?"

After everything he's been through so far, he's already lost all shame.

Since Xiao Podao wants to pursue perversion, he must carry it through to the end!

"..."

Before the real owner, Shiba Night Ibis, could react, the small broken knife on his waist suddenly vibrated and he screamed loudly.

「Eh?! Wait wait wait──」

[No! Don't stab me like a yellow knife! ■■■Don't be dirty! ]

[That kind of thing is not allowed! ]

[Master Fujimiya! Master! Dog Shukin! Masata!]

Please spare me!

For the first time, the originally extremely unbridled and gentle child's voice took on a pitiful tone of begging for mercy.

Kuryashiki Ryoma stood beside him, shaking his head slightly with a look of regret on his face.

Lord Fujimiya's taste is even worse than that of a child.

When Fujimiya Makoto heard what Xiao Podao said, he was stunned at first. Before he could show any joy on his face, he instinctively grabbed the handle of the knife and suddenly turned to the side.

At the same time, Ryoma Kurayashiki, who was standing on the side, tensed up all over.

"boom--"

Almost at the moment when Fujimiya Makoto rolled away from his original position, a fist full of explosive force hit the place where he had just stood like thunder, and with a violent explosion, a huge hole was smashed in the ground.

Gravel flew everywhere, and the shock wave spread out in all directions.

Fujimiya Makoto half-knelt on the ground, sliding more than ten meters due to the inertia of the roll, holding his head high with his hand across his chest.

"Yo."

"You actually managed to dodge that attack just now?"

"Not bad."

When the smoke and dust cleared, a slender man with black skin, white hair, wearing a scarf and long earrings stood in front of Shiba Night Ibis, speaking in a frivolous voice.

With a confident smile on his face.

Fujimiya Makoto's left thumb slowly stroked his face, licking the blood flowing from his fingertips.

Didn't completely avoid it.

However, it wouldn't be surprising if it was the guy in front of me.

He looked at the little black guy in the hole.

Sifengyuan Thousand Days.

The fastest man in Soul Society.

The moment the sound rang out in the house, bursts of shouting and killing were heard outside the hall.

"Hey!"

Shihouin Chihiro put one hand in his pocket and carried the sword on his shoulder with the other. He raised his chin towards Fujimiya Makoto with a nonchalant look and laughed wantonly:

"Your strength is quite good."

"Send your name."

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

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

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

Chapter 38 I recognize you! Longma!

Fujimiya Makoto was not at all nervous when facing this powerful noble of Seireitei who had just killed the former teacher of the eighth group and was in the limelight.

Hearing his question, the Dragon King twisted his mouth and smiled coldly:

"I am Kurayashiki Ryoma!"

"Please advise!"

Next to him, Ryoma, upon hearing his name, immediately raised his head and looked at Fujimiya Makoto blankly.

what?

Could you please avoid me for a bit?

Shifengyuan Qianri smiled proudly: "Not bad! So it's no surprise that you can defeat that kid Ye Nishi."

"Brother Qianri..."

The seriously injured Shiba Night Ibis lay on the ground with a rather guilty smile on his face.

"Don't worry."

Shifengyuan Chihiro turned around and smiled at him: "You'll be safe as long as I'm here."

Before Shiba Yoshinobu could continue, Shihouin Chihiro turned around again, looked at Fujimiya Makoto for a few seconds, and raised his chin slightly.

"Aren't you going to attack yet?"

He grinned, his smile a little arrogant: "If you don't move now, you won't have another chance."

There was a hint of solemnity in Fujimiya Makoto's eyes as he looked at him.

Stay calm and focus.

"You're not qualified."

With just these words, Shifengyuan Chihiro fell silent.

He looked at Fujimiya Makoto calmly.

The atmosphere in the lobby fell into a silent silence.

"Swoosh."

Suddenly, Shifengyuan Chihiro's figure disappeared from the spot, without a trace of dust rising under his feet.

When she reappeared, she was already within reach of him.

The black fingertips were only three centimeters away from Fujimiya Makoto's eyes.

quick! Extremely fast!

This is... the fastest man in Soul Society!

However, the moment Chihiro Shihōin's arm came within one meter of him, the world in Fujimiya Makoto's eyes quietly changed.

Air, dust, sound, light.

Everything within his field of vision seemed to become dim and still in this short distance, and all the backgrounds in his eyes became blurred black and white that was difficult to distinguish.

Only the dark-skinned Chihiro Shihouin himself still retained an indescribable vague color.

At this moment, Fujimiya Makoto's brain seemed to be working at the highest speed.

All dynamic existence was slowed down dozens of times in his eyes.

At the same time, his body was accelerated to the limit that the spiritual body itself could withstand.

[Bond Trait: No Injury Circle]

[Within a one-meter radius around the body, form the highest nerve reflex instinct under the individual's physical limit]

"tear--"

The blade shone like a silk thread, and a very clear sound of silk tearing was set off in the air. There was a faint white mark on the path of the blade - that was the mark left by the extremely sharp sword pressure.

Shihouin Chihiro's eyes widened, and he kept his hands retracted.

Just now, in just a brief moment, his wrist would have been cut off by the knife.

Fujimiya Makoto's eyes were bloodshot and his pupils were congested.

The clear and extremely sharp murderous intent in that gaze stimulated Shifengyuan Chihiro's heart like a knife.

He couldn't help but reveal a bloody smile.

“I underestimated you—!!”

The next second, the blade in his hand was unsheathed.

The fight between the two quickshooters soared to a climax almost at the moment they drew their swords at the same time.

The ultra-high-speed sword swinging made the air between the two people extremely sticky. Countless sword swings formed difficult-to-recognize arcs in the field of vision, and as the number increased, the arcs became thicker and thicker like fog.

The fierce and violent sound of the blades colliding, combined into a series of extremely harsh metal friction sounds after countless chiseling strikes, almost merged into one sound. Even though Kuryashiki Ryoma was just listening at the side, he couldn't help but feel nauseous in his chest.

“Ding ding ding ding ding ding——!!!”

The continuous sparks gathered into lines, flying continuously in the air, and were swept up by the faster flowing air, spreading continuously in all directions.

Just the aftermath of the sword collision between the two men caused the surrounding dust waves to ripple far away, and the ground vibrated at super high speed like floating waves, surging towards the distance one after another.

The spiritual pressure that rose and leaked from both sides at the same time was like a pillar rising into the sky, destroying and smashing the already dilapidated lobby of the Asaemon family.

The pillar of spiritual pressure light that shot up into the sky could be clearly seen even from several spiritual miles away.

The terrifying spiritual pressure that was constantly vibrating made the god of death standing nearby feel powerless all over his body.

Even if Kuryashiki Ryoma just stood there, he could only watch blankly.

There was absolutely no room for him to interfere.

Until, Fujimiya Makoto suddenly shouted, and a burning light seemed to flow in his scarlet eyes:

"Type 1: Steel Break!"

The spiritual pressure and will that were compressed to the extreme merged to the peak in an instant and were released with the blade in his hand as the center.