In Soul Society, love and bond begin

If he overcomes the evil spirit in his heart, will he defeat Yu Wang or lose to him?

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When Fujimiya Makoto walked out of the white sand beach, he had a simple wooden sign in his hand.

The four characters on the inscription are: [Wandering Life, Dreaming Death]

At the same time, the scene before his eyes changed into a beautiful valley.

There is a small lake at the bottom of the valley.

The lying girl whom I had seen in the cinema last time was now sitting by the lake with a fishing rod in front of her and a comic book in her hand, occasionally glancing at the lake.

The red bucket was empty.

Obviously, he is a senior air force commander.

After noticing Fujimiya Makoto's figure, the girl closed the comic book in surprise and couldn't help but chuckle:

"I thought you'd be waiting longer out front."

"I didn't expect you to come here in such a short time."

"how?"

"You have no interest in that brat?"

"You used to like BA and stinky scripts so much?"

Hearing the voice coming from the other side, Fujimiya Makoto did not speak without permission, but looked at her cautiously.

Although he is not a Saint Seiya, he has suffered a loss once last time, so it is impossible for him to suffer a loss a second time.

The rule here is... no lying, right?

Fujimiya Makoto said calmly: "Compared to that idiot who only knows how to be shy, I actually want your approval more now."

The girl nodded calmly, looking very understanding.

Then, he casually threw a wooden sign over.

Fujimiya Makoto was stunned at first, then immediately reached out to take it.

On that wooden sign, there were also four simple small words written.

【Bound the truth and determined the false】

The girl waved at him nonchalantly and said nonchalantly, "Alright, I'll give you my power too."

"Don't stand here. You're scaring the fish away."

"Eh?"

Fujimiya Makoto didn't react for a moment.

How come it was solved so easily this time?

As if she could see through his thoughts, the girl casually explained, "If that little fool represents the 'self' of the 'completely subconscious', then I probably represent the 'ego' of the 'realistic consciousness'."

"Since you have already accepted what you have thought in your mind and your spiritual pressure has reached the standard, then I naturally have no reason to embarrass you."

As if she had guessed something, the girl suddenly glanced at him and chuckled:

"I say...you're not planning on using some weird calligraphy or rope art to unleash some ruthless moves on me, are you?"

"Or does Fujimiya-kun want to avenge the last blow?"

Fujimiya Makoto exhaled lightly and said unhappily:

"It's best if it's okay!"

"I wish you would just hand the Shikai over to me."

"Yes~yes~"

The girl agreed with a smile, not taking his little complaint to heart at all.

Seeing that he was about to turn around and leave, he casually reminded him;

"correct!"

"Although you probably can't get the last part right now, I still want to remind you."

The girl lay on the recliner, reading a comic, and said casually:

"Remember your original intention."

"Fujimiya-kun."

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Chapter 69: Superego and Causation

Fujimiya Makoto raised the wooden sign in his hand.

The scene in the field of vision changed rapidly.

Soon, an ancient palace standing on the edge of the cliff, as if coiled in the clouds, appeared in his eyes.

Fujimiya Makoto was no longer surprised by this.

According to the differences in their id and ego, Xiao Podao with different appearances seems to have his own relatively preferred environment.

And following this order, the only thing that appears here is naturally...

"Superego."

Fujimiya Makoto's expression gradually became more serious.

Based on the first two rounds of confrontation, he also figured out some of the 'rules' related to his own Shikai.

The brat who represents his true self only possesses the side of him that is pure and wild like his desires. All he thinks about is eating and surpassing others. Apart from these two points, he also has the shortcomings and advantages of being shameless, talking nonsense, and being naughty. He will still laugh at him after being beaten into a pulp, and even try to take the initiative in fierce battles.

That brat is like a real beast. She will accept anything that makes her feel comfortable.

The small broken sword, representing the self, has a certain rationality and intellect. She knows very well what is good and what is bad, and she also knows that if she, as the host, dies in the upcoming war, then she, as the Zanpakuto, will definitely not benefit from it.

Therefore, as long as a certain standard is reached, she will not stop herself from obtaining the power that belongs to her.

So......

What kind of tests will the superego, which controls the rationality, morality, and conscience shaped by society and interpersonal relationships and represents the purely controlling side of human beings, bring to him?

Just thinking of this, Fujimiya Makoto couldn't help feeling guilty.

After all, he is not a good person.

But no matter what he thought, Fujimiya Makoto still chose to stride into the palace in front of him.

The palace covers a very large area and is built entirely on the edge of a cliff, made entirely of stone.

But after walking into the palace, you can find that it is extremely empty. It seems that there is no other filling except the outline made of stone. Everything in sight is pure white and spotless.

The light from the sky poured down from the gaps in the temple roof, dotted the long corridor with traces of brightness. On the edge of the cliff just a stone's throw away, clouds were flowing and floating, and even the air seemed to become thin and pure.

Fujimiya Makoto walked all the way into the innermost part of the palace.

What comes into view is a pure white cloud platform standing at the end of the palace.

In the center of the platform, sat a tall woman who looked like a marble sculpture.

She looked similar to the two people she had met before, with long snow-white hair cascading down to her waist. She looked to be about twenty years old, with a slender and plump figure, but she was only wearing a loose yukata. Her eyes were as deep and clear as a mirror-like lake, and she looked out at the flowing sea of ​​clouds below.

No expression.

It was not until she heard footsteps from behind that the woman's movements, which seemed to be permanently fixed at this moment, showed a slight change.

She was still sitting on the edge of the platform, turned her head and looked at Fujimiya Makoto who was walking towards her.

However, after only a glance, he responded:

"Let's go back."

"Your spiritual pressure is not strong enough to withstand my power."

Her voice was gentle and pleasant, with a hint of the unintentional kindness of a mature woman.

But even when he said this, there was no fluctuation in his tone.

Fujimiya Makoto didn't believe it and slowly drew the blade from his waist: "We have to try it first to know."

Seeing his determined look, the woman did not refute him. She just calmly stood up from the platform and turned to face him.

A bladeless knife slowly appeared in his hand.

Fujimiya Makoto couldn't help but be stunned.

The white-haired woman walked slowly towards him and said calmly:

"According to Soul Society, the minimum requirement for activating my power is third-class spiritual power."

"Because it's too powerful, it will become an unbearable burden for you right now."

"Specifically, it means losing part of...your personality."

"Even so, do you still want to accept this unbearable power?"

Hearing this, Fujimiya Makoto's pupils couldn't help but shrink.

Personality?

Is this something that can be lost so easily?

"What are you... talking about?"

Fujimiya Makoto imitated the tone of the holy text Deaf and tried to speak as if he couldn't believe it.

The woman didn't seem to mind telling him more.

"For example."

"—Do you remember what emotions welled up in your heart when the girl you liked pressed you down on the bed for the first time?"

Almost at the moment the woman finished speaking, even Fujimiya Makoto couldn't help but blush.

Such a private matter...

Let’s not bring it up here! ?

"I..."

But when he was about to answer something.

The woman suddenly swung the bladeless knife in her hand downwards.

A certain part belonging to the depths of memory seemed to have transformed into a ball of strange foam under the gentle swing of the blade, and suddenly disappeared from one's existence.

In an instant, he forgot the ignorance and excitement he had felt at that moment.

The 'thread' connecting him to his already somewhat blurred first love seemed to be easily severed by this knife.

The woman said calmly:

"Now."

"You have become a well-behaved and motivated little virgin since your school days."

Fujimiya Makoto subconsciously recalled for a second, then immediately widened his eyes and spoke in an extremely shrill voice.

“I don’t want it—!?”

At this moment, he immediately realized the seriousness of the matter.