In Soul Society, love and bond begin

Chapter 71: Killer Group

After that sword meditation, more than a month had passed.

Yuanzi Academy, which was attacked suddenly, finally cleared all the remaining gaps and voids in the core area, and brought back the wandering souls that had been migrated to a safe area, and barely recovered some of its vitality.

However, the population and the gods of death that had been lost could not be restored to their original state.

Most of these "whole beings" lacked spiritual power and could only survive on water for their most basic needs. They were incapable of bearing offspring. From an individual perspective, they could hardly be considered to be in the same category as the God of Death.

If we want to increase their numbers, we can only wait for those who have died in this world to continue coming here.

Over the past month, even though they had barely survived this disaster, the entire Yuanzi Academy seemed to be shrouded in a dark cloud called "hatred."

Everyone could guess that this disaster was related to the sudden visit of the envoy Tsunayashiro that day.

Such strong emotions can only be guided, not suppressed.

However, for the current Yuanliu, there seems to be no need for strong pressure.

Everyone's purpose is clear.

......

Teachers Conference.

After the situation was about to stabilize, Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni quickly summoned the teachers who were still busy everywhere to the headquarters.

Today, only half of this Taoist temple, which was originally built in a quiet bamboo forest, remains in ruins.

Due to the order from the chief teacher to repair all important facilities first, this charred gym has been left like this and has never been repaired.

Suzu Chojiro still stood quietly behind Master Genryūsai.

His eagle-like sharp eyes turned aside and looked at the back of the chief teacher without saying a word.

After all the teachers arrived, Yuan Liuzhai paused and said calmly:

"Quebu."

"Yes."

"let's start."

"..."

"...According to the statistics of the twelve teams, there were a total of thirty-five locations with significant casualties in the Quanyuan Academy area. The number of confirmed Shinigami killed in action reached over eight hundred and ninety, and the number of casualties and missing persons..."

No one actually cares about the information here.

Most of the teachers had a nonchalant expression.

Although Shan Laotou's own philosophy is to let refugees live a normal life, most of the teachers in Yuanliu were originally big bullies in Rukongai, so it is really too difficult to ask them to sympathize with the sufferings of the people.

On the contrary, Chihiro Shihōin and Yoshihiro Shiba, who were seated as retainers, looked solemn when they heard this.

Only they could realize how great a logistical blow this raid had caused to Yuanzi Academy.

If this report is true, then their plan to slowly consume the Soul Society until all the nobles are expelled from Rukongai and killed is bound to fail.

——Yes, the God of Death also needs logistical supplies.

The main thing is eating.

And some of them eat more than anyone else.

"Hey! Old man."

Saito Furuobushi sat cross-legged on one knee, his tabi-clad feet tapping on the wooden floor. He felt annoyed and scratched his ears vigorously, "Just tell me the conclusion!"

"Many of these guys sitting here can't even do arithmetic. Who do you think understands this?"

The expression on the old man's face remained unchanged, and he waited quietly for Quebu to finish reading the report.

Until the end, he calmly glanced at everyone present and asked:

"Given the current situation, we no longer have time to waste time fighting the people from Seireitei."

"The only solution now is to abandon the purge of the remaining nobles and concentrate our forces to attack the center in one go, then attack the Spirit King Palace and overthrow the rule of the five great nobles."

"but."

“There is no way out.”

"This is my next decision."

Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni spoke in a deep and calm voice, his eyes fixed on everyone's expressions as he spoke:

"Who has an opinion?"

Hearing this, the entire gym fell silent.

When Fujimiya Makoto heard this, he realized that the old man was really angry this time.

He had been fighting on this battlefield for more than two years. Fujimiya Makoto knew very well what it meant for an organized army to have no supplies - it meant a dead end and a desperate struggle.

If they were unable to immediately break through the clan territories and barriers of the various nobles and continuously collect surplus food from all over, then what awaited these thousands of death gods would be chaos and hunger.

For a moment, even Fujimiya Makoto realized how heavy this decision was.

I could vaguely sense the immense pressure and responsibility that all the teachers present were carrying at this moment...

"It should have been like this a long time ago!"

The executor Nai Wugang spoke first, immediately interrupting his thoughts.

"Eh?"

Fujimiya Makoto, who had normal thinking, was stunned when he heard this.

Is this different from what he thought?

"Indeed." Okada Danjiro also yawned and said impatiently, "I can't rely on them every time I kill someone, and they take so long to find things. I don't know what the point is for the old man training so many people."

"That's right, that's right - I also support charging directly into the Soul Society." Ni Gu Cai Zang, whose forehead looks like a honeycomb, whispered with a smile.

"That's right! Old man, just swing your sword towards Seireitei and activate your Bankai! Wouldn't that solve everything?"

Saito Furuobushi was not afraid of doing things to the extreme. He said dissatisfiedly: "I am already extremely impatient with this kind of procrastination!"

"Yeah yeah!"

"Yes."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, almost all the teachers around him nodded in agreement, leaving Fujimiya Makoto stunned.

It's not just him.

Chihiro Shihōin and Yoshinori Shiba were also confused.

Are you Yuanliu people doing things so simply and crudely?

It was not until the next moment that Fujimiya Makoto finally remembered the special features of the group of guys in front of him.

"Yes."

"This is a pure murder organization."

The first generation captains of the 13th Division were all villains with blood on their hands. Who the hell cared about other people’s life or death or whether they were full or hungry?

If I say I will kill your whole family, then I will kill your whole family!

What is Genryu? What is Seireitei?

Useful people are valuable, and useless waste will just die.

The old man in the mountain looked at this group of killers and sighed helplessly.

Trying to make these guys understand his painstaking efforts is probably even harder than turning Fujimiya Makoto into a moral saint.

but......

The old man was thinking about it when he turned his head and looked at Fujimiya Makoto.

Then, he looked at the teachers present with a confused look on his face, seeming to be very shocked.

Ok.

It seems that this kid must have received a good education when he was in this world?

really.

Although this child has some bad habits, he is indeed a qualified heir.

Just as the old man in the mountain was thinking this.

A familiar voice sounded in everyone's ears, childish and cute, but trying hard to sound heroic.

Gentlemen, I love war!

【Please join me in killing people and let the blood flow like a river! 】

[He first broke into the Spirit King's palace and usurped the Spirit King's throne for the old man! ]

[When we rush into Soul Society, I don't want anything else, just keep all the beautiful ones for me! ]

【Super, super, super! 】

Just a few words immediately aroused the emotions and interest of this group of crazy people, and many of them shouted together.

"Aha, you really know a lot!"

"That's right! Usurp his fucking throne!"

"Kill them! Kill them all! They're all nobles anyway, it would be a waste not to kill them."

"Yes, let Yuan Liusai be the Spirit King! That way we can get rid of him!"

“Super, super, super!”

For a moment, the scene immediately became extremely lively, even nine out of ten, it could be described as a riot of demons, with some people even loudly plotting.

Even the usually serious Suzube looked at Fujimiya Makoto with an expression of "Huh? You're quite savvy!"

The corners of Fujimiya Makoto's mouth twitched as he pretended he heard nothing.

The old man covered his old face with his hands.

He shouldn't have believed what good shit this brat could come out of his mouth.

"enough!"

The dancing demons all calmed down in front of the biggest demon.

Yamamoto roared loudly, slamming the table. "Everyone, go back and count the men! Prepare rations and fodder for the march within three days, and set off in five!"

"Yes."

All the teachers responded in unison.

This method still works.

......

Soon, Yuanliu's huge war machine began to operate.

A steady stream of reapers were sent to the front lines in teams and groups.

The teachers and instructors, who were the spearhead and elite troops, all rushed to the front of the battlefield.

Naturally, Fujimiya Makoto is also one of them.

He stood on a high place, looking at the Soul Reapers who were standing ready along the barrier in the distance, and he smiled disdainfully.

Turning around, he saw Unohana-sensei was so bored that she was about to yawn, with no intention of quitting, so he gave the order behind him:

"Group 11!"

"Draw the knife!"

"Command, break through the line."

A series of metal friction sounds were heard from the dark line behind him.

The fight has begun.