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"Still a little short?"

As if a little surprised, Unohana opened her eyes slightly.

There seemed to be a flicker of excitement in his pupils.

How powerful could a person who couldn't even unleash the power of the fourth-grade spirit be?

Sure enough, this disciple made the right choice.

"Yes."

Thinking of the scene where he was instantly killed, Fujimiya Makoto couldn't help but sigh: "According to Him, I have to wait until my spiritual power exceeds the third level before I can fully master this liberation."

Unohana's eyes grew more interested: "What about your abilities?"

"It's the rules system."

Fujimiya Makoto couldn't help but become more confident when he said this: "I am confident that if I can complete this liberation, even if I face a strong man like Genryūsai, I will at least be invincible."

Hearing this, Unohana's interest was completely piqued, like a drunkard hooked by the aroma of fine wine, and she asked curiously:

"How much can Makoto-kun master now?"

As if he had heard Unohana's eager tone, Fujimiya Makoto suddenly realized and quickly interrupted:

"Teacher, this Shikai is not suitable for use on one's own people."

"B-Because..."

Fujimiya Makoto's eyes shifted subconsciously as he spoke, from Unohana-sensei's eyes to the fierceness that even her loose kimono couldn't hide, and then to the teacup in front of her thigh.

"My Shikai is extremely dangerous. If I'm not careful, it could lead to death."

"That's right! That's it!"

He didn't actually lie.

Whether it is death in the physical sense or social death, it is essentially a form of self-erasure in human society!

In fact, the latter's lethality may be far greater than the former!

"It's ok."

However, Unohana looked completely unconcerned and said calmly, "If it's something extremely dangerous, you'll need a teacher to help you check it out."

Looking at the joyful light flashing in the woman's eyes, Fujimiya Makoto felt a pang of pain in his teeth.

I almost forgot!

This is a man who is willing to sacrifice his life in pursuit of the most extreme fighting in the world.

Danger?

Isn’t that just perfect!?

Just as Fujimiya was thinking about how to persuade her to give up this idea, he heard Xiao Podao, who had recovered from his shock, suddenly shout:

[Master! Don't listen to his nonsense, Master!]

[The rules we two perverts set up don't even have a hint of blood in them!]

【It's all about the astringent scent of heather! 】

[The loser eats the shock porridge! Master!]

「Just now, because I lost the fight, he took away my strength in one go and stuffed me into a bubble. Uuuuuuu──」

Before he could finish his words, Fujimiya Makoto suddenly widened his eyes, quickly activated the Jingyan Ball, instantly blocking the brat's mouth, and held the small broken knife at his waist tightly with both hands.

hateful!

This bastard is definitely here to cause trouble on purpose!

How come she still has the ability to speak even though I've taken away her power?!

Then, he seemed to have thought of something and was startled.

Fujimiya Makoto raised his head and looked at Unohana Yachiru who was sitting in front of him.

Then, the teacher, who usually had no expression on his face and only smiled occasionally in front of him, couldn't help but reveal a thoughtful look on his face, and looked at him with a vaguely strange look.

It's over! Something big has happened!

Fujimiya Makoto reacted immediately and tried to argue:

"Unohana-sensei!"

"Don't listen to her nonsense, teacher!"

"Actually, that... my Shikai itself, well, if we just talk about my abilities, it seems like it might be quite normal..."

"perhaps?"

Unfortunately, he lost confidence when he thought about the daily performance of his broken knife before he could finish his words.

"..."

Both sides were silent for a long time, and it was Unohana-sensei who spoke first, her tone soft and gentle, which made him subconsciously breathe a sigh of relief.

"Makoto-kun."

"Do you know why I brought you back?"

Fujimiya Makoto was stunned at first, then said seriously, "The teacher wants to train a worthy opponent for you."

Unohana continued to ask, "Then do you know why I want an opponent so badly?"

Upon hearing this, Fujimiya Makoto's expression froze.

He shook his head.

Unohana gave a sincere smile:

“First, because it’s fun.”

Fujimiya Makoto was not surprised to hear this answer.

Unohana-sensei is someone who will do anything for the sake of fighting.

but...

Unohana continued calmly and frankly, "For me, to distinguish life and death in battle is the supreme thing that surpasses appetite, love jewels, luck jewels, and all other hobbies and desires. It is everything in my life."

"If I have any other hobbies, it's probably fighting against stronger people."

"That's also... the second reason."

At this point, Unohana's eyes drooped, and she seemed to be feeling a little down. She sighed softly and said, "However, my strength has reached a bottleneck."

"Cheng-kun, have you ever experienced the feeling of 'bottleneck'?"

"Never."

Fujimiya Makoto answered honestly.

Unohana Yachiru smiled: "This is what makes you so valuable."

She calmed down and said, "However, whether it's me, Genryusai, or Yan Yuan... we all know where our bottlenecks are."

"If Genryūsai has reached the 'ultimate' as a god of death, then I am still a little short of it."

"According to the stratification of spiritual power, it's roughly the difference between the top of 'first-class spiritual power' and barely entering 'first-class spiritual power'."

"In terms of [Spiritual Power], the range of spiritual pressure that the five nobles use to measure Shinigami, we have both reached the ceiling and it is difficult to move forward."

"But, it's just like the gap between me and Genryusai."

“The gap between first-class and second-class is also shockingly large.”

Unohana Yachiru looked at him calmly, "That is to say—as a Death God, I still have a lot of room to move forward."

"So, I need an opponent who is similar in strength."

"That is to break through the bottleneck."

"It's also an opportunity to pursue a more extreme battle."

"All of this is my selfish desire, but it is also the meaning of my existence."

"For this, I will do whatever it takes."

"Do you understand it?"

Unohana Yachiru spoke calmly, as if this matter of life and death had nothing to do with her. She simply looked indifferently at her young disciple... and her destined future opponent.

Fujimiya Makoto was sitting there.

It was the first time he heard Unohana describe in such detail the differences between the Shinigami and their final paths.

At the same time, I also understood what Mr. Unohana wanted to express.

As long as your Zanpakutō can help me reach a higher level, then whether it's a pervert or a monster, it won't be an obstacle to her.

As gods of death who have lived for thousands of years, there are already too many things that people at the level of Unohana and Genryūsai can let go of.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the pursuit at the core of their souls.

For Unohana Yachiru, there is undoubtedly only one pursuit for her - to fight!

As for anything else besides this?

Whether it is a mere life, or the more insignificant jade in comparison.

None of it worth mentioning.

"Yes."

Fujimiya Makoto replied.

Unohana Yachiru smiled and handed a cup of tea to Fujimiya Makoto, his voice still flat:

"Don't be shy, Makoto."

"Just like I killed my teacher in the final battle with my own hands in order to surpass him."

"As my disciple, you must be prepared to kill me, or... follow other rules before swinging your sword at me."

As she spoke, a strand of Unohana Yachiru's loose hair fell from her ear and landed on her sharp shoulders.

On Unohana's soft face, there was still that serene smile:

"Everything the strong do is right."

"so..."

"I look forward to the day when you surpass me."

Fujimiya Makoto took the teacup from Unohana's hand, took a sip, and it was still a little hot.

There was a slight sigh deep in my heart.

Since Mr. Unohana has said so, doesn't that mean this traitor has no choice but to do it?

It's really distressing.

Fujimiya Makoto sighed slowly, drank the tea in the cup, put the cup down, and straightened his back like a sharp sword just out of its sheath, revealing his sharp edge.

"If Unohana-sensei says the same thing..."

"I'm not polite."

When Unohana Yachiru saw him like this, he finally smiled from the bottom of his heart and nodded slightly.

"If Makoto-kun can do it."

She opened her eyes and looked at the disciple who was sitting in front of her, like an unpolished gem.

In just over two years, he has grown from the seventh level to his current level.

How much longer do we have to wait?

It probably won’t even last a hundred years, right?

Really...

It's so exciting that it's hard to contain.