In Soul Society, love and bond begin

"Because, that was the seal I asked someone to help make!"

"...?"

Fujimiya Makoto was stunned.

Then, Saito Bakuto moved silently and instantly, half-crouching on his stomach, with a hint of amusement in his single eye.

"I said you..."

"So you've been holding back from me since the beginning?"

"W-what reservation?"

Fujimiya Makoto didn't understand what was going on, so he had no choice but to ask.

"Still trying to hide it?" Saito glanced at him disdainfully. "After bringing you back, I specially asked someone to do a test."

"Remaining in the center of the battleground are two spiritual forces at least at the level of second-class spiritual power!"

“Even the terrain has been semi-permanently changed.”

"Cheng..."

Saito Bakusui squatted on his stomach, reached out and lifted the young man's chin, revealing a bloody smile on his face:

“You’re not being honest.”

"Ah this..."

Upon hearing this, Fujimiya Makoto's body suddenly became completely stiff.

How could he not know what Immortal Sauce was referring to?

However, Fujimiya Makoto was unable to refute it.

After all, judging from the remains of the battlefield, the attack he made in his final confrontation with Nellielu could indeed be considered a full-strength attack from a second-class spiritual master.

At this time, the more he denied, the more it would arouse Saito's insatiable competitive spirit. In the end, he might even be forced to use his "full strength".

When he thought of that scene, Fujimiya Makoto felt his scalp tingling.

Not to mention that his last 'Yousheng' was just using the power lent to him by Xiao Podao.

As for his Shikai, even if he could really control it, he, Fujimiya, would not dare to use it on Fushigi-chan!

What if I accidentally get a weird script?!

"A room where you can't leave unless you love for 24 hours"?

Or "Hypnosis! All-girls Yuanzijuku? A battle with the discipline committee member Saito Ko! "

Fujimiya Makoto knows his system too well.

If someone he knew really knew about this, he might as well be killed on the spot!

Seeing that he had a tense face and looked like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water, Saito Fu Lao Bu Si's smile became more dangerous. He gently pinched the young man's earlobe with his fingertips and pulled it to the side, full of threats:

"say something?"

"Fujimiya-kun?"

At this moment, the emotions in the one-eyed loli's heart were actually not as calm as she appeared on the surface.

Whether it's that woman Unohana or that little bastard Fujimiya Makoto.

The master and disciple both relied on their own extraordinary talents and did not take an ordinary person like her, who had fought her way up from the bottom, seriously.

Especially this guy Fujimiya Makoto.

He's clearly not as strong as me, yet he actually dares to hold back on her during sparring! ?

Even though he was beaten into a pig's head, he never used his full strength.

What an infuriating guy!

hateful!

Saito Bakugou secretly made the decision in his heart.

If this idiot can't come up with a good reason, I will definitely beat him up and squeeze out all the potential in his body!

Not a drop left!

However, just as Fushigi-chan was thinking this in her heart, she saw Fujimiya Makoto suddenly turned his head away, as if he was a little embarrassed, and even mumbled:

"because..."

"Huh? Speak louder!"

Saito turned sideways, his entire little head almost touching his mouth.

Fujimiya Makoto gritted his teeth and told the excuse he had just made up to avoid the "First Question", raising his voice slightly:

"Because...if I use all my strength at once..."

"Isn't it impossible to get any further?"

"what?!"

Saito Fulaubusi was stunned, while the uneducated girl was still wondering what "pushing for an inch" meant.

Fujimiya Makoto took a deep breath and was completely shameless.

What does it matter? Anyway, the news of him hanging a tabi on his scabbard has already spread throughout the entire Yuanzi Academy. Adding another title of a foot fetishist won’t make much difference!

All of this is to increase the upper limit of [Instant Step]!

Thinking about this, Fujimiya Makoto suddenly felt more confident and explained loudly: "After all! Tabi bags alone can no longer satisfy me!"

"If Saito-chan still wants to fight against the stronger me, she'll have to show more sincerity!"

"That's right!"

"It's entirely Saito's fault that I didn't use my full strength!"

"You want the horse to run, but you don't give it the night to run. How can this be possible?!"

"Sincerity! Sincerity!"

"Saito-chan, do you understand human nature?"

With that powerful shout, Saito Bakugou, who was almost close to his chest just now, with a sharp and aggressive tone, suddenly shrank to the other side of the bed.

The single eye that looked at him revealed an incredible light that was difficult to control.

"Eh--?"

The girl made a subtle sound of doubt.

What kind of weird reason is this?!

However, when Saito's immortal eyes glanced at the two pairs of tabi still hanging on his scabbard, he felt inexplicably uncertain.

If it's Cheng...it seems that it's understandable, right?

You know, Fujimiya Makoto's name has long been notorious throughout the entire Yuanzi Academy.

The feet are so smelly!

Not only was Saito in a strange state of confusion, but even Xiao Podao came out to interject.

【Ohhhhh! Makoto!】

【When a man has been away for three days, he should be looked at with new eyes! 】

【You are beginning to accept your true self! 】

【I’m happy for you! 】

Hearing the sound from the Zanpakuto, Saito's strong premonition was immediately confirmed - how could a Zanpakuto lie?

Fujimiya Makoto was lying on the bed, his face full of tears.

However, the air in the dormitory was stagnant for a long time, until you could hear a pin drop.

Miss Saito, who was huddled at the other end of the bed, looked around uncertainly. A blush inadvertently appeared on the girl's fair cheeks. She lowered her voice and muttered, "What's going on?"

"So...what exactly do you mean by 'sincerity'?"

"Um?!"

Fujimiya Makoto, who was tied to the bed, turned to look at her with his eyes wide open.

Can I really bring it up?

As if noticing his astonished look, Undying Sauce shouted fiercely: "You bastard! No, don't go too far!"

Fujimiya Makoto's gaze suddenly narrowed, and he said tentatively:

"Anyway, you have to let me go."

"Then..."

"Let's start with a foot massage?"

……

Chapter 61: Fujimiya Makoto’s self-struggle!

We find a girl's feet beautiful because we stop in front of them, rather than bravely reaching out to them like fearless warriors. — Fujimiya, "What the hell do you write?" (Cheng, in the Great Spiritual Book Corridor)

At this time, the sealing belt on Fujimiya Makoto's body had been untied.

Although his entire body was still somewhat swollen and painful, that was merely a minor aftereffect of being overwhelmed by the immense amount of spiritual pressure, and was not actually an injury at all.

As long as he can endure this period of time, it might be beneficial to his health.

Naturally, with his strong willpower, it was nothing.

Most importantly, he is busy with other more important things now.

Tap, tap...

Fujimiya Makoto was a science student in his previous life. His vocabulary was so limited that when he saw delicious food, he often didn't know what words to use to describe it, and his mind always felt empty.

If he had to speak his mind, there would probably be only one sentence -

Edible!

At this time, Saito Fulaubushi was forced to sit on the recliner beside his bed. Her face was small and her expression was stiff. Her one eye wandered to the other side of the empty dormitory, pretending to be completely indifferent.

In fact, the girl's eyes always turned to this side from time to time, and a faint pink appeared on her cheeks inadvertently. Her thin lips were tightly pursed, as if she was suppressing the shame deep in her heart, and as if she was emphasizing to herself that it was nothing.

The girl's legs were slightly bent at the knees, and from the ankles up she was covered by wide black trousers, with only a pair of snow-white soles resting on the edge of his bed.

Fujimiya Makoto is actually not a foot fetishist.

He simply knows how to appreciate beautiful things.

Saito's feet were pure and round, as if they had walked out of the flawless snow. Perhaps because they were spirits, they were completely different from the human body that changed with metabolism. They had no smell and no stains.

Faint blue veins can be seen on the girl's fair skin on the back of her feet. Each toe looks like a carefully carved work of art. The small toenails are embedded in the jade-colored toes, showing a very healthy light pink color, and the fingertips are plump.

As if she noticed his gaze, the girl's toes trembled slightly and curled up, as if she wanted to avoid him.

But when he held it in his palm, she slowly stretched out, the arch of her foot formed a gentle arc, but her toes began to exert force, subconsciously hooked on his palm, secretly tensing up, as if she didn't want to succumb to this strange guy's palm.

"Hey!"

Saito Bulaobushi has always been a carefree and arrogant person, and he never thought that his feet were anything special.

But now, seeing this guy concentrating as if on a pilgrimage, he couldn't help but feel ashamed and angry, and cursed in a low voice:

"Are you finally okay?"