In Soul Society, love and bond begin

Last-hitting is a good tradition.

This is safe.

"Cheng!"

However, just when he was about to chop the old man Dora's body into pieces, he heard Shutara Senjumaru's dissatisfied voice raise:

"That's my trophy!"

"This is a newly emerged species, not seen in nearly five hundred years!"

"Even if you're just a monkey swinging a sword, you should pay attention to me—at least leave your body intact!"

"what?!"

Fujimiya Makoto wasn't about to indulge her: "Finishing off a blow is Soul Society's etiquette of combat."

"If you don't chop the body into pieces, how do you know he's still unable to fight back?"

"This is the golden rule passed down by Unohana-sensei. Do you know more about fighting than she does?"

"Tsk! Do you think they are all weird..."

Shutara Senjumaru was about to mock and rebuke him as usual, but his eyes suddenly raised:

"Get away!"

Fujimiya Makoto was stunned at first.

Immediately afterwards, I felt a sudden surge of burning heat under my feet.

"boom--"

Old man Dora's body suddenly expanded to the extreme like a blown-up balloon, and then exploded.

The violent explosion instantly engulfed everything within a radius of twenty meters.

The blinding fire and light covered everything in sight, and the surging air current alone blew several people not far away into the air.

Saidritz's figure appeared in the distance.

In his hands, he was holding the body of Orado, with only the head and the upper body of one arm remaining.

The old man looked at the scene in the distance with a cold expression and murmured:

"You actually... saw through the flaws in the sacred text so quickly?"

"It's amazing."

"Unfortunately, there's no way to retrieve all the broken pieces."

Fujimiya Makoto's guess was not wrong.

Saidrizi's 'invention' does have a limited quantity.

But there were not three, but four.

Just to be on the safe side, he always maintains an [explosive clone] - the [skin drawer] he just threw out is his real body.

But, if it's just that kind of power, it shouldn't be able to do anything to them, right?

as predicted.

Before Saidriz could express his feelings in his heart.

Fujimiya Makoto, Senjumaru, Okiya and others have turned to look at him.

Unfortunately, this distance was obviously beyond the attack range of the three of them, and they could not stop the opponent.

"This time, we are not prepared enough."

"But please rest assured."

Saidritz glanced calmly at the people present and said coldly, "Next time, I will let you all experience the divine glory of your majesty."

As he finished speaking, a spiritual knife had already cut a space passage behind him.

The old man turned towards the door, holding the half corpse in his hand.

Fujimiya Makoto chuckled softly and suddenly said:

"Oh, I forgot to mention it just now."

"We are not a 'normal school'."

Saidriz's body paused slightly, and his sharp single eye swept towards Fujimiya Makoto with a fierce look.

Fujimiya Makoto looked him in the eye without fear, pointed at himself, and smiled brilliantly, just like the Four Heavenly Kings, Eight Great Generals, and Seventy-two Small Bosses under the Demon King's throne:

"There are at least thirteen people who are stronger than us!"

"Each one of them can kill the three of us single-handedly."

"I wonder how many of these poor men your Majesty can kill?"

"..."

Saidriz looked at him silently, but saw that the two people around the man did not refute him. The pupil of his one eye suddenly contracted.

"Humph!"

For a moment, old man Dora immediately quickened his pace.

I can’t handle it!

Gotta run.

……

Chapter 65: Not so good, right? Teacher

"Boom!"

Old man Dora's figure had just disappeared into the portal when Fujimiya Makoto was suddenly hit on the head.

His head dropped when he was hit, and he turned around with a confused look on his face.

Shutara Senjumaru tilted his head to look at him, and said in his usual cold voice:

"Cheng-kun!"

"Even a monkey who can only swing a sword wouldn't be as stupid as you to throw away the information of his own tribe for no reason, right?!"

"You better not be speaking just to look cool."

"otherwise......"

A thin short needle emerged from Senjumaru's hand, and his eyes calmly wandered over his lips, as if he was ready to sew his mouth shut at any time.

Fujimiya Makoto widened his eyes, and immediately revealed an expression that looked 100% or even 90% wronged.

On the contrary, Okiga Genshiro seemed to have discovered something and cautiously reminded:

"Senjumaru-sama."

"Look at that Grim Reaper over there."

Shutara Senjumaru frowned slightly and looked in the direction Okiya said.

Then, a Grim Reaper dressed in the clothes of a Seireitei noble was seen lying on the ground with a pale face, and a circle of six light prison rods was wrapped around his body.

Just by looking at the rough way of exerting spiritual pressure, it is obvious that it is the work of Makoto Fujimiya.

I think it must have been a casual attack during the break in the battle just now.

However, there are not many suitable people in the Soul Society now, and even those at the instructor level are very few.

Thinking about it this way, the strength of a mere messenger is naturally not that great.

"I just remembered it too."

Fujimiya Makoto sighed with obvious helplessness, "Since the people from Seireitei have already contacted the outside world, then our information should have been leaked unilaterally long ago."

"To prevent those guys from jumping out and causing trouble at a critical moment, I exaggerated my strength a little bit. At least, we haven't started an all-out war with them yet, so it's good to make them hesitate a little."

"The Genjijuku is too powerful. Even if we can't completely stop their actions, we can at least delay them for a while." He analyzed calmly, "Judging from Master Genryūsai's habits, our final battle with Seireitei shouldn't be long."

"What we fear most now is that the enemy will think that the so-called 'normal school' is only at our level, that we are too weak, and that they will form a joint pincer attack during the final war."

【Two pieces of bread with cheese! 】

【I'm going to pierce your eyes! 】

Xiao Podao's childish voice rang in the minds of the three people.

Fujimiya Makoto nodded: "That's about what I mean."

Upon hearing this, Shutara Senjumaru still frowned, but nodded slightly in agreement.

After all, with so much intelligence now exposed, they only have two options.

Fujimiya Makoto had more on his mind. Seireitei had been battling them for so long, they knew a lot more than just a few things. If he imagined the worst... Right now, Yhwach's [omniscience and omnipotence] hadn't been sealed by the monk yet.

In fact, no matter whether Fujimiya Makoto boasts that Genryu is strong or weak, there is a possibility of being double-teamed.

Thinking of this, Shutara Senjumaru could only sigh helplessly.

These are truly turbulent times.

"It's just like this..."

The elegant woman lowered her head slightly, and the metal bone hand behind her casually patted Fujimiya Makoto's shoulders twice to show her comfort.

It's amazing that this brainless little fool can have such quick wit.

"Hey, hey." Fujimiya Makoto turned to look at her and said sharply, "Why do I always have the illusion that you are scolding me?"

"How could that be?" Senjumaru tilted her head, her eyes brimming with charm, "I'm praising you."

"How clever."

"Perfunctory!" Fujimiya Makoto was dissatisfied.

[That's right! You should show your OU○ when thanking or making requests!]

[Please show some sincerity to me, Ms. Senjumaru! ]

"If there's no O○...Is it okay if I can test the hardness of the bone hand?"

Xiao Podao operated steadily as usual, and his voice was unusually cheerful - whenever there was a beautiful big sister around, this guy would definitely make some noise.

Fujimiya Makoto immediately turned his face:

"Shut up!"

What kind of operation is this?

He doesn't want to use bone hands!

Hearing the words "No O○", Shutara Senjumaru raised his eyebrows slightly, then turned his eyes away calmly, looking at him in surprise. His charming almond-shaped eyes showed a hint of interest, and he chuckled softly:

"As for this matter..."

"If Fujimiya-kun has time, it's not impossible."

As the elegant woman spoke, her bony hands gently made a flower-picking gesture.

There doesn't seem to be any malicious intent.

Fujimiya Makoto waved his hands repeatedly: "Forget it, forget it."

“This is really not okay.”

Senjumaru then snorted softly. There are actually fools who don't even want the free benefits.