In Soul Society, love and bond begin

"Small..."

However, he had barely uttered a syllable.

The white-haired toddler who was originally sitting on the soft sofa suddenly turned his head and gave him a look that was so indifferent that it was almost indifferent.

The golden eyes turned into bright red in an instant.

Just that light glance made Fujimiya Makoto suddenly feel a suffocating feeling even worse than when he faced Shihouin Chihiro.

'dying!'

This thought suddenly popped up in his mind.

Suddenly, a layer of very fine cold sweat seemed to cover his entire back.

At this moment, a slender little hand patted his shoulder.

"Hey!"

The same light and pleasant voice suddenly rang out.

Immediately afterwards, the 'strange feeling' that seemed to wipe Fujimiya Makoto from this world suddenly disappeared from around him.

The spoiled little one hummed softly, turned his head back, and continued to watch the movie while eating potato chips, occasionally licking his cute little fingers.

It was as if nothing had happened.

Fujimiya Makoto's heartbeat seemed to suddenly skip a beat.

...survived.

Obviously nothing happened, but he inexplicably had this thought.

When I turned my head, a finger suddenly poked my cheek, and a girl with white medium-length hair, one hand behind her back, bright eyes and white teeth appeared in my sight.

Standing tall and graceful, about to bloom.

"Did it scare you?"

The girl's voice was soft and mellow, with a bit of the coquettishness that was unique to her age, and she was quirky.

If you can sing, it should sound good.

The girl looked at Fujimiya Makoto and chuckled, "--However, it's better not to disturb that child while she's watching a movie."

"After all, she built this entire theater."

"If she gets angry, no one can stop her!"

"Is that so? Thank you very much."

Fujimiya Makoto exhaled slowly and looked directly into the girl's eyes.

He discovered that the girl's eyes were also a very bright red.

"So, you again?"

The girl chuckled cheerfully, her voice clear and sweet: "Isn't it obvious? Of course I am your Zanpakutō."

"You can't lie here."

"These are the 'rules' that everyone must abide by."

Fujimiya Makoto was stunned when he heard this, and immediately noticed the similarities between the two. He asked in surprise, "I also have two swords?"

"...That's not necessarily true."

After she finished speaking, the girl turned around and looked at him, her eyes seemed to be filled with a helpless sigh.

"correct!"

"Would you like to go out for a walk?"

"This is probably your first time in this world, right?"

"I can be your tour guide."

The girl put her hands behind her back and walked forward briskly: "Because it is a reflection of your own heart, some scenes should be what you like."

"There are actually quite a few places around here, like Fire Dragon Paradise, Christina Hypnosis High School, Mon○ Hot Spring Festival Town, and Impar Star Railway."

"What?!!"

Fujimiya Makoto was immediately moved.

However, his poor brain still remembered what Xiuduoluo had just said. He subconsciously became alert and struggled to control his impulse. He said in a trembling voice:

"Just, can't you just tell me your name?"

The girl looked at his eager yet cautious expression and couldn't help but laugh. She reached out and tapped her chin, thinking:

"Okay."

"My name is ■■■■."

"But, you who can't even accept your own heart, and can't get 'recognition'..."

"Can you really hear it?"

Fujimiya Makoto was stunned for a moment and looked at the girl who was so close to him.

Because I didn't expect this girl to be so straightforward.

Also because...

The moment that name sounded.

He clearly saw a flash of darkness and quietness in the girl's red eyes.

“The best!!!”

"I also want my big sister to step on my teeth!"

Just as he was thinking about this, he heard the girl behind him let out a very clear and joyful cry.

But after just shouting like that, the child sat down on the sofa again, continued to eat a bag of potato chips in big mouthfuls, drank Cole in big gulps, and burped with a "gurgle".

It's so cute and tight.

Fujimiya Makoto subconsciously turned his head to look at the child.

The one who usually causes him social ruin is indeed this sick and naughty kid!

"Well, isn't that child cute?"

The girl smiled and asked casually.

Fujimiya Makoto's expression paused for a moment, then he quickly revealed a warm smile:

"Of course!"

In just a flash of thought, the girl's expression suddenly froze and she turned to look at him.

Not only that, the picture on the big screen also froze, and the little girl puffed up her little face and looked at him angrily.

The air in the entire cinema hall seemed to freeze at this moment.

Fujimiya Makoto stood there, unable to breathe.

"Didn't I just say that?"

"You can't lie here."

The girl's red eyes stared at him, her voice still clear and pleasant.

The moment the words fell, Fujimiya Makoto's body suddenly froze.

The next moment, he was seen expanding, bulging, and deforming like a balloon filled with water.

The whole person exploded with a 'bang' sound.

Disappear from this world.

Only a low sigh remained.

Chapter 45: Very angry!

“Hoo…Hoo…”

Fujimiya Makoto was gasping for breath, his eyes were bloodshot, his hands were tightly clutching the black fabric in front of him, and his whole body was completely soaked in sweat.

The spiritual pressure on his body surface was also fluctuating violently, and it dropped significantly as if he had been seriously injured.

That clear, tearing pain from the inside out.

Even with his willpower, he actually felt a sense of dislocation in reality at this moment, as if he had really "died".

what on earth is it?

Fujimiya Makoto couldn't help but feel surprised and confused.

Originally, he knew that Zanpakutō would not cause any life-threatening harm to the Shinigami, so he had the courage to try to contact them.

But now, this pain that was branded on the spiritual level made Fujimiya Makoto feel that if he continued to be so careless, he might really die.

Deep in his head, there were still waves of intense pain.

However, in this pain, Fujimiya Makoto couldn't help but echo the words that the captain had said to him.

——"Two identical people, who should be the one to dominate the battle, and who should be the one to be forced to submit?"

"What exactly is the difference?"

Once upon a time, Fujimiya Makoto's understanding of this sentence was limited to just an interesting joke.

But at this moment, he truly felt the life-and-death struggle between the 'king' and the 'mount'.

"...Instinct."

Fujimiya Makoto muttered to himself in a low voice.

If you can't control your Zanpakutō, you will be controlled by Him.

It's... the survival instinct.

Because of this, the power of Zanpakutō is called - 'liberation'.

From this prison built by the instinct of death,

release.

Thinking of this, Fujimiya Makoto couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Ok?

It smells delicious.

"Hey!!!"

However, just as he was thinking this, he heard a familiar low growl from outside the black vision, which was obviously filled with suppressed anger.

Saito Bakugou remained kneeling, his single eye slightly narrowed, the corners of his mouth twitching uncontrollably, and he looked down at the bastard who was lying face down on his thighs and had been taking deep breaths and smelling things as if his life depended on it since he woke up.

In the end, I couldn't help it.

The small fist, which looked white and slender but was actually harder than stone, hit his head with a 'bang'.

The girl cursed, "You bastard! How long are you going to breathe in a place like this?"

"Are you feeling better now? My legs are numb!"

"what?!"

Saito Bulaobushi picked up his broken little sword and threw it aside, then picked him up with one hand and cursed angrily, "What's more, I don't remember ever agreeing to this kind of thing with you in the first place!"

"Get up when you wake up!"

"Also, use your Shikai for me quickly!"

"Otherwise you'll die today!"

Although he always calls himself "old man", when he encounters something unexpected, his reaction is surprisingly like a child throwing a tantrum.

There was still a hint of blush on her slightly chubby face.