In Soul Society, love and bond begin

"The enemy is strong and we are weak! Retreat immediately!"

"Run separately!"

Fujimiya Makoto: “???”

……

Chapter 74: No time to mourn for Mo Yaodao, those present were——

The Mo Yaodao team passed away peacefully.

Although these members of the criminal army who were specially selected to assassinate the culprit of Yuanliu are already considered to be good hands.

But don't forget that the current war between Seireitei and Motojijuku has been going on for more than two years.

Most of the top masters of the criminal army, who only appear once every few decades or hundreds of years, died tragically in the continuous "saturation assassination of Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni" as early as the beginning of the war. Most of them were reduced to ashes, and a small number of them were left with charred bodies, and no one knew where they were buried to nourish the trees.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the current criminal army is a bunch of misfits.

Even with the Tapir Sword forged by the Kasumigaoji family, it is no match for the Shinigami who survived the "Hoke Mundo Gap" incident at Genji Academy.

The pursuit was one-sided from the very beginning.

......

escape!escape!escape!

Guan Jing Zuozheng was covered in cold sweat, and his feet had reached their limit. He kept leaping in the dark forest at an almost flashing speed. He didn't even care about the tapir sword that kept wriggling on his right arm, and tried his best to burst out the greatest spiritual pressure.

He is definitely not afraid of death!

Long before they equipped themselves with the Mo Yao Sword, these members of the Criminal Army already knew that their fate would be to exhaust their spiritual pressure and die on the battlefield by beheading powerful enemies.

However, he had no idea that he would meet Fujimiya Makoto!!

Between life and death, there is great terror!

At this moment, Kan'i Samasa truly understood this truth - he really didn't want to be made into a human donut mouth with his head stuffed into ○'s eyes!

If Fujimiya Makoto knew what these killers were thinking, he would probably feel extremely complicated.

It was because Seireitei's publicity was so good that it had fooled even their own people, and it was also because - how could a good-looking and handsome boy like him in Soul Society be portrayed in such a horrible way!?

"what--!!!"

Just when Guan Jingsamasa was feeling a little relieved because he could no longer feel the spiritual pressure behind him, an extremely shrill howl suddenly came from afar.

In an instant, Guan Jing Zuozheng's whole body seemed to be injected with chicken blood, and his hair stood on end!

He was a member of the criminal army who had experienced countless anti-torture, pain training, and challenges to the limits of willpower since childhood!

What kind of pain could make them scream so pitifully like little girls?

Difficult, could it be that!

Fujimiya Makoto, that ass-kicking devil, has already...

When he thought of this, Guan Jingsamasa trembled all over.

The lower limit of the entertainment imagination of creatures like aristocrats is often beyond the limits of ordinary people's imagination - because they have actually done these bad things and often had a lot of fun.

No wonder! No wonder he didn’t catch up with me!

So they're chasing us while teasing us, just like they did with the Wandering Soul?!

This is a murderous game of cat and mouse.

Murder, but also punish!

At this moment, Guan Jingsamasa understood everything.

Just as he was thinking this, he saw a black figure appear beside him, making a light "rustling" sound.

"Has it finally stopped?"

Fujimiya Makoto's figure appeared on the treetop, looking down at him quietly from above.

Guan Jing Zuozheng looked at the dark figure with red eyes, and the whites of his eyes were covered with dense bloodshot, just like those who had been toyed with by him to death. He roared loudly:

"come!"

"Fujimiya Makoto, let me see what you can do!"

His voice was almost hoarse, and his stiff body erupted with a strong spiritual pressure reaction at this moment. It seemed that he had taken this opportunity to reach the ultimate of his life and was approaching the peak.

The Tapir Blade that was coiled around his arm and kept squirming and extending also erupted with a terrifying spiritual pressure reaction, emitting intense rays of light in all directions.

"Tear him apart! Coilfang!"

Accompanied by this angry roar, Kan'i Sasaki roared and instantly rushed towards Fujimiya Makoto.

The Tapir Blade, which he called Pan Ya, turned into an extremely ferocious shape at this moment. Huge white ivory tusks stretched out from the surface of his arm, entwining to form a gun tip pointing straight forward.

Fujimiya Makoto faced the attack, but just looked at it with cold eyes and slowly drew out the Zanpakuto from his waist.

Pan Ya's ability is quite simple, which is to greatly increase the user's speed. However, the simpler the ability, the more extreme it can reach. If an ordinary Grim Reaper were to deal with this attack, they would not even be able to see his charge route.

"laugh--"

Guan Jing Zuo's figure shuttled back and forth, and the Mo Yao knife in his hand turned into a stream of white light in the air, making a hissing sound like tearing silk in the air, and his whole body seemed to be merging into one with the night.

However, all this was like nothing in front of Fujimiya Makoto.

Just as he had experienced countless times.

In front of a non-regular Zanpakutō, spiritual pressure is everything.

"Type 2: Ruoshui."

The close-range slash was easily deflected, and the blade in Fujimiya Makoto's hand turned into a series of discontinuous, deflected and flying streams of light.

Pointing directly at Kan'i Sadamasa's chest and abdomen.

There was hardly any pause and the two sides passed each other.

However, it was very difficult for Guan Jingsamasa to show a ferocious smile on his face.

Now...

At least I don't have to end up in such a humiliating situation.

However, before he could react, he heard Fujimiya Makoto behind him shouting to the Elemental Reapers who were gradually approaching from a distance: "Hey, take this guy back to the medical team."

"This thing on him is quite interesting. Remember to take it off completely."

"Yes!"

The Grim Reapers behind him agreed in unison.

Guan Jingza's expression suddenly froze, and he stared at Fujimiya Makoto blankly, then suddenly cried out in grief:

“No, no—!!!”

......

Unohana Yachiru sat quietly in the camp.

Between her slender white fingers, she was playing with a small sphere that looked like a golden eyeball.

This is the core of the Mo Yao Knife.

As long as other Shinigami can be killed, or the user's own spiritual pressure can be input, the spiritual pressure can be continuously injected into this core, allowing the power of the Mo Yao Sword to continue to grow, and finally reach an incredible level.

At the same time, this core itself is equivalent to a kind of 'artificial organism'.

However, in Unohana's hands, it seemed to have become a small gadget that could be played with at will, and the extremely condensed spiritual pressure could not be absorbed by it at all.

After just a few glances, she threw the core back to Fujimiya Makoto with some boredom, and said casually:

"It's just an evil way."

"It only has a negative impact on the growth of the God of Death."

Unohana turned to look at Fujimiya Makoto, her voice much sterner than usual.

"You are not allowed to use it."

"Yes."

Fujimiya Makoto didn't plan to equip himself with this thing, but he felt that it seemed a bit like a "colonial suit" or "exo-biological skeleton".

If this becomes popular, perhaps the Shinigami of the future will become masked troops who shout "Henshin!" as soon as they appear.

It’s quite interesting to think about.

After we get back, we will give it to Xiuduoluo to study.

......

This little episode didn't delay them for long.

At dawn the next day, Group 11, led by Unohana, continued to move towards the meeting point in District 20.

This time, Yuanliu's strategy was quite simple.

Each group advanced separately, quickly sweeping away the nobles along the way to prevent the fourth group left behind at the headquarters from being surrounded. After reuniting at a fixed location, they advanced straight into Soul Society.

The initial operation went smoothly. Most of the noble resistance forces that stood in front of the Yuanliu Death God were their former defeated enemies, and they were lucky to escape with their lives.

Now when we meet again, he runs even faster than last time.

Yuanliu's advance was more like a march than a battle, as most of the time was spent on it.

The Soul Society as a whole is showing a posture of passive resistance.

This made Fujimiya Makoto wonder if the other side was up to something.

After all, if we go by what Shihouin said a thousand days ago, the Tsunayashiro clan's foundation should be far more than this.

This thought continued until they entered the 20th district.

Finally there is a result.

......

"Rumble--"

On the far horizon, wisps of smoke and dust rose up and rushed straight into the sky.

However, because the distance was too far, when Fujimiya Makoto turned around, he could only see vague signs of spreading like mushrooms.

Only by feeling carefully can one discover that two extremely huge spiritual pressures are colliding with each other, constantly stirring up waves of aftermath.

"Unohana-sensei?"

He turned his head and asked Shi-chan tentatively.

Then, Unohana Yachiru was seen frowning slightly, also looking in the direction of the spiritual pressure explosion.

"That's...Okada's Reiatsu."

Obana Danjiro, the current leader of the fifth group, was once the chief of the 30th to 50th districts of Minami-Ryukon Gai. Like Rokuguruma Kensei, he has extremely strong melee suppression and explosive power after his Bankai.

However, Unohana Yachiru only took a glance and made a judgment, saying coldly:

"The enemy is strong and fast."

"He's dying."

Fujimiya Makoto was stunned when he heard this and didn't react for a moment.

However, just as Unohana Yachiryu's voice fell, Fujimiya Makoto clearly felt that the spiritual pressure that had just been expanding like the rising sun suddenly dropped.

“What on earth is this…?”

"coming!"

Before Fujimiya Makoto could finish his murmur, Unohana turned her head and looked up into the air, interrupting him in a deep voice.