In Soul Society, love and bond begin

"My code name is [I]."

"You can call me Inventor."

"If you're only surprised by this, honestly, it should be a relief to me."

As he spoke, the shoes on his feet suddenly transformed into leather boots with small wings growing on both sides.

Suddenly, there was a short stick in his hand.

Senjumaru was stunned.

In an instant, Saidriz's figure suddenly disappeared.

When he appeared, he was already behind her.

The short stick pointed at the woman.

Senjumaru's body suddenly turned into a human-shaped golden object.

Okiya Genshiro's eyes widened.

The old man held a short stick in his hand and said calmly:

"after all..."

"I'm much better than her."

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Chapter 64: There are still people who are stronger than me...

"Senjumaru!"

The moment Saidritz's voice fell, Fujimiya Makoto's figure suddenly drew an arc in the air, and the sword in his hand danced with a shrill whistling sound, slashing towards the old man's shoulder.

The old man calmly stretched out his hand and pointed the short stick at him.

“Alchemy!”

However, Fujimiya Makoto did not dodge or evade, but continued to fly towards him.

It has no effect.

There was a trace of astonishment on the old man's face.

Before he could react, Fujimiya Makoto's low voice rang out from behind him:

"Type 2: Ruoshui!"

Supported by the jet-like instant step, Fujimiya Makoto's slender figure drew several curves in the air like a snake, and the blade in his hand flashed.

The wings of Saidriz's leather boots fluttered.

The figure disappeared and reappeared again.

Disappeared like a flash.

This unusual skinnyness immediately gave Fujimiya Makoto the illusion that he was punching cotton, completely different from the feeling of hitting flesh and blood as he had in previous battles with the Grim Reaper or the Void Blood.

Before he could react, Saidritz raised the short stick in his hand for the third time:

“Alchemy!”

At the same time, Fujimiya Makoto subconsciously made a defensive move:

"The Thirty-nine Binding Dao, Round Gate Fan!"

The circular gate of light blocked Fujimiya Makoto like a shield.

With just this slight obstruction, the entire round door turned into a dazzling golden color.

A chill rose in Fujimiya Makoto's back.

At the same time, he vaguely understood the rules of this ability.

——Is it just turning the matter in sight into gold?

While he was stalling for a moment, Okiga Genshiro on the other side had already finished chanting the entire verse loudly, holding his hands forward:

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

A golden glow penetrated the air, and the piercing thunder resounded through the sky, deafening.

This time, Saidriz unexpectedly did not dodge, but instead dispersed the short stick in his hand, turning it back into a small mirror, and pointed one hand in the direction of the lightning.

"A reflecting mirror."

The golden lightning was immediately swallowed up by the seemingly ordinary mirror.

follow closely.

Violent thunder roared again, rushing towards Okiya Genshiro, forcing him to dodge desperately to avoid the attack.

The burning smell in the air became stronger.

However, before Saidriz could relax, another knife slashed at his back.

flashing.

His figure once again penetrated dozens of meters.

The old man's only eye swept over the two figures with a cold look, his expression indifferent.

"Are there two left..."

"So-called normal schools are nothing more than this."

"It seems that the idiot Orado was too careless."

Fujimiya Makoto and Okiya explained and looked at him seriously.

This battle was really weird.

The Shinigami who have been fighting against the Hollows and other Shinigami since ancient times have never met someone like this guy who doesn't fight directly with you.

Moreover, even up to now, they still don’t know what the other side’s purpose is.

but......

A smile suddenly appeared on Fujimiya Makoto's face.

"If you underestimate me, be careful of a pierced tongue."

"Prick your meridians."

A faint female voice suddenly came from behind Saidritz.

The old man was startled at first, and then he immediately said in a low voice:

"【Iron Cloak】!"

Almost at the moment the voice fell, dull piercing sounds suddenly came from his body. Immediately afterwards, the surface of the coat, which had become heavy and hard for some reason, was seen to have long and narrow needle marks from the inside out, as if they were going to penetrate the body.

The thick needle rubbed against the outer coat that had turned into steel, making an extremely harsh metallic collision sound, like a cat's claws scratching across a blackboard.

Saidriz suddenly vomited blood and his eyes widened.

Isn't the attack coming from outside, but from inside the body?

when? !

Shutara Senjumaru's slender and elegant golden figure appeared silently behind the old man.

A long needle suddenly pierced through the golden skin and reached into the air outside.

Then, the layer of gold wrapped around her body was easily torn apart from the inside by three flexible bony hands, like layers of fine metal gauze.

The lady-like woman seemed to have anticipated what he was thinking and chuckled:

"Of course, it was the moment you looked at me..."

"Sew him up! Pricking him!"

However, before the needles piercing his body could begin to move, Saidritz threw away the mirror in his hand and shouted:

"【Skin Drawer】!"

The next moment, his body was like a huge suitcase, with the zipper ripped open from the inside by another person.

Soon, an old man in neat clothes and without any injuries suddenly jumped out from among them and flew towards the direction of Orado's body. At most, his face was a little pale - his original body was thrown in place.

'I underestimated them!'

"You must! You must inform His Majesty of what happened here!"

"The existence of the God of Death is not as weak as they see in the real world."

Saidriz's mind remained clear and rational, and he knew very well that he had come to Soul Society only to serve His Majesty as a pawn.

For him, the most important thing is to return to the real world safely with the information here.

In addition, the information about the Quincy cannot be left to the Shinigami.

Fujimiya-san, Fujimiya-san! Look, there's old Dora!

[He's quite capable of changing?]

[I want one too. Please make one for me!]

However, before he could fly to Orado's body, he heard a voice like that of a young child suddenly rang in his head.

Saidriz felt a chill in his heart.

Are there any experts? !

Without even turning his head, he immediately wanted to shout out something like 'invention'.

However, this time, before Saidriz could open his mouth, he suddenly felt as if his throat was being strangled and he could not make any sound at all.

What on earth is this——?!

While the doubts were still in my mind, Fujimiya Makoto's whisper was heard behind me:

"Type 3: Needle Star!"

In an instant, there was a dazzling arc of light like a meteor across the sky. The young man's slender figure pierced through the clouds without making the slightest sound. It seemed as if all his spiritual pressure was concentrated on the blade in his hand, turning into a singularity that was so tiny that it was invisible.

"collapse--"

When his figure appeared again, he was already in front of the old man, maintaining a quiet and sharp posture.

Tiny spots of blood splattered on the ground.

As for the side of the waist and abdomen of the old man Dora behind him, there appeared a smooth through hole as big as a human head.

Visible front and back.

Fujimiya Makoto turned his head, holding a seemingly ordinary lens in his hand.

He threw the lens at the old man Dora and whispered, "You can only keep three of your 'inventions' at the same time, right?"

"You have to take good care of your own things."

Just now, it was because he held down the lens tightly and prevented it from turning into pure spirit particles that he stopped old Dora from shouting out the prop.

For players who rely purely on external forces, without the ability of holy text, they can still kill however they want.

However, the Quincies a thousand years ago were really weak.

As he thought this, he stabbed the old man's throat with a "puff" sound, slashing it horizontally.