In Soul Society, love and bond begin

The blades collided, making a very dull sound.

Under the influence of the violently spreading spiritual pressure, a rapidly spreading airflow rose from behind the two people, blasting two conspicuous jets on the white sand beach, and the force spread out and surged behind them.

Almost at the moment when the two swords touched, Fujimiya Makoto's expression suddenly froze.

How can she be so strong?!

"Kora!"

The blade in Xiao Podao's hand suddenly turned, and the cutting edge was swung upwards, forcing Fujimiya Makoto to step back. He narrowly avoided this tricky attack, and then followed up with another knife to his thigh.

"Clang—squeak!"

Fujimiya Makoto held the hilt of the sword upside down and deflected it in the direction of the blade swung by the brat, but he didn't expect that he couldn't block it at all. The two sides wrestled up and down, and the blades rubbed against each other, and a red chain of fire exploded with a harsh sound, forcing him to almost lose his grip on the sword.

Almost at the moment when the two sides were in a stalemate, Xiao Podao suddenly kicked forward. His seemingly white and thin calf kicked out, but it wrapped around a burst of white airflow.

"one foot!"

Xiao Podao cried out in a childish voice.

Fujimiya Makoto's eyes widened and his figure suddenly flashed backwards.

This dodge caused Xiao Podao's short legs to fall on the beach.

"Rumble--"

The seemingly soft calf fell, raising a cloud of white dust that spanned dozens of meters. A violent storm swept across the front and back, and the entire beach was smashed into pieces by this seemingly simple kick.

If you look down from a high place, you can see the beach covered with dust and smoke, which looks strange, as if it had been bitten by a giant beast in the sea.

Taking advantage of the dust and smoke, Fujimiya Makoto avoided the front with super-fast blinking and slashed at Xiao Podao's back with his sword.

However, she didn't even look at it, but put her hand behind her back and blocked the blow with her blade.

As he twisted his body, the blade swung out in the direction the brat turned. His limbs were as flexible as the end of a whip, and the moment he swung the sword, a very slight "hiss" sound was heard.

"Type 1·Modified·Arc Light Attack!"

The moment the sound was rang out, a layer of faint spiritual film suddenly appeared on the surface of the blade in Xiao Podao's hand. The path of the blade was like a stream of light freely painted on a page, outlining a wanton arc, and surrounding the body like a fluttering white silk.

Fujimiya Makoto had no time to react and hurriedly blocked with his hands.

When the two swords collided, a line of fiery sparks suddenly appeared in mid-air, and the blade in Gotomiya Makoto's hand was immediately deflected by the force of the rotation, and the brat's figure suddenly moved closer by taking advantage of the half-step distance.

"laugh--"

The knife flashed across, leaving a shining trail in the air.

Fujimiya Makoto maintained a step-back posture, holding the knife in the middle, breathing in short breaths.

A trail of footprints was left on the snow-white sand.

In the center of his chest, his clothes were torn, leaving a long bloody wound.

He was only half a step away from being cut in half by that brat.

Danger after danger.

but......

Why is the force so strong and the speed so fast?

What about her moves and actions?

Fujimiya Makoto shared the same memories with her, so he naturally knew that he had never been able to break through the bone blows delivered by his feet, nor the broken steel blows surrounding his body.

"Stupid~"

The moment he reflexively asked this question, the little Podao opposite him had already raised his little head triumphantly. Her childish and cute appearance made her proud look quite adorable.

of course.

That was without a knife in her hand.

Xiao Podao's tone was extremely proud, even nine points proud: "Since you haven't seen it before, it must mean that I created it myself!"

"Fujimiya Fujimiya obviously knows that, right?"

"The King and the Mount."

The young ghost held a knife that was almost as tall as her, and the tassel at the end of the handle swayed slightly.

The child had a lovely smile on his face and repeated what he had said:

"——Two identical people, who should be in control of the battle, and who will be forced to be the subordinate?"

"What exactly is the difference?"

"Fujimiya Fujimiya."

"Do you really understand?"

Upon hearing this, Fujimiya Makoto's expression froze.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Podao rushed up at an even faster speed than before, leaving him no time to think.

The blade was heavy and ponderous, and its speed was astonishingly fast.

Under this powerful attack, Fujimiya Makoto's mind was almost blank, and his hands were only able to barely block.

The expression on Xiao Podao's face was extremely happy, as if he had thrown himself into this battle that belonged only to the two of them. The way he swung his sword was so wide and open that Fujimiya Makoto seemed to see himself again during the Zaraki period, swinging his sword and chopping people completely by instinct.

The heavy blade struck the anvil like a hammer, without the slightest hesitation. All that remained in the ears was a series of explosive metallic symphonies.

The brat was still shouting with joy:

"Slow! Lazy! Indecisive!"

"I don't like any of Fujimiya Fujimiya's emotions!"

"If it were you, you could also give that look that makes you want to lick the whole body of a cute big sister. Just one look at other girls can give them goose bumps!"

"And then there's the really good one, like a fly perched on a toilet lid, rubbing its hands while surveying its target, like a crow staring at the rotting flesh of a dying corpse with a covetous expression!"

"As long as we charge forward with that spirit of a teddy bear, Fujimiya Fujimiya can take down anything!"

"but--"

The sound of the small broken knife suddenly prolonged, and the blade in his hand was raised to the highest point, drawing an extremely explosive arc from top to bottom.

Suddenly, a waterfall of dust and sand exploded on the sand.

The pure sword pressure alone penetrated forward for dozens of meters, creating a huge pure white wave on the sea.

The brat turned around, holding the knife that was almost as tall as her in one hand, and raised her brows in dissatisfaction:

"The current Fujimiya Fujimiya's purity is totally insufficient!"

"completely!"

Fujimiya Makoto dodged the knife and immediately became angry and retorted loudly:

"W-What are you talking about!"

"Who the hell is that guy you're talking about?!"

No matter what, this makes him sound too vulgar!

impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Fujimiya Makoto would never admit that he was that kind of person.

"Haven't you figured it out yet?" Little Broken Knife looked at him, sighing helplessly, his hands on his hips like a little teacher. "You and I are obviously the same, but why am I stronger than you, faster than you, and more creative than you..."

"Isn't the reason very simple?"

The moment the words fell, the brat in Fujimiya Makoto's sight suddenly disappeared.

There was a sharp sound of wind behind me.

"boom--"

Fujimiya Makoto's body rolled on the sand. He got up from the ground in a panic, turned his head to look at the small broken knife behind him, his expression becoming more and more shocked and confused.

Her speed and strength actually increased again?!

Is this also allowed by the [script] rules?

How did you do it?

Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly caught a glimpse of his 'girlfriends' standing in the outermost circle.

At this moment, these little girls wearing very little fabric all had worried expressions on their faces and looked at him nervously.

It was completely different from the look at the beginning.

This is......?

Xiao Podao explained softly, "The rules have been made clear from the beginning, right? - All [scripts] are chosen based on Fujimiya Fujimiya's inner thoughts."

"In other words, what appears here is the world you 'want'."

"In essence."

"It is the culmination of Fujimiya's ugly desire!"

"It is the embodiment of your ugly desire."

As she spoke in that adorable, childish voice, she turned to look at Fujimiya Makoto, seemingly puzzled, "In a place like this, does Fujimiya Fujimiya really think there are any 'fair' rules?"

Hearing this, Fujimiya Makoto seemed to suddenly remember something.

[Host], has privileges.

1. Before the game starts, specify an 'agreement' as one of the rules for ending the game for both parties.

2. Have the power to designate 'roles' for both parties.

3. Have the right to apply for a script change once.

These 'rules' were ingrained in his mind from the very beginning.

Yes.

His script was unfair to both the enemy and us from the very beginning.

When Fujimiya Makoto heard this, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Xiao Podao who was standing not far in front of him, as if he had discovered something.

Since the rules are unfair.

So, is it possible?

His greatest advantage was never made public from the very beginning?!

This is...the reason why Xiao Podao is stronger than him?

"Did you finally realize it?"

A happy smile appeared on the cute face of the brat, and he hummed softly:

"Our greatest advantage is 'Jade Hope'!"

"Pure, profound, and vaster than anyone else's... Jade Hope!"

"The more this emotion expands, the stronger it becomes, and the faster the progress will be!"

Xiao Podao's speech speed was getting faster and faster: "Whether it was the first time facing Unohana-sensei, the first time fighting with Saito-chan, the first time getting rid of the murderous stone handcuffs in front of Kadori-chan, the first time being taught the ghost way by Kiri-chan, the first time fighting with Shihouin Chihiro, the Yoruichi cat girl book that couldn't stop popping up in your head - from poverty to abundance, every time it was an extraordinary and rapid progress!"

"I want a bitter desire! I want to win! I want to live! I want to show myself in front of a cute girl—"

"All the progress brought about by Yu Wang can be temporarily increased tenfold or even a hundredfold in the script!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Podao raised the blade in his hand and pointed it directly at Fujimiya Makoto.

It was as if he had finally vented all his dissatisfaction:

"me!"

"But H Yuwang, who forced himself to endure indulging in the pleasures of wine and women with 'My 100 Most Favorite Girlfriends', is fighting you to the death!"

"Do you understand how much I..."