In Soul Society, love and bond begin

Wang Yue's dark face, which almost filled the entire screen, stretched rapidly under the lens, and then, after catching a glimpse of the person on the other side of the screen, he returned to his previous serious look, helplessly complaining:

"So, what's the commission this time?"

On the other side, the eldest son of the Tsunayashiro family, Tsunayashiro Shindou, had a completely dark face. He looked solemnly at the sword god on the other side of the screen and scolded with an extremely ugly expression:

"Nikaya!"

"You didn't keep the promise between us at all!"

"Didn't you agree to hold off all the Travel Disasters?"

"Our clan has already delivered all the forging materials you need to the palace as per your request!"

"What now!?"

Tsunayashiro Shindou's voice was tinged with hysteria, and he tried his best to raise the pitch: "They have already broken through to the third area!"

"Where on earth are you, a royal spy?!"

"Eh? Didn't it block it?"

Wang Yue from Ermeiwu, who was sitting across the screen, seemed a little surprised as well. He picked his nose nonchalantly and continued:

"But, s---the price you offer is the best you can do."

The expression on Tsunayashiro Shindou's face froze.

It seems a little unclear:

"W-what do you mean?"

Wang Yue of Ermeiwu looked completely matter-of-fact as he counted on his fingers, saying, "Four Heavenly Star Stones, six Spiritual Veins, a bag of Spirit King Powder, plus a bunch of other little gadgets, and after deducting my own labor costs... all together, I can only forge four possessed swords for you."

"I'm a man who knows how to both repay favors and pay debts. I'm the ingenious Seven Six Five Four Three Two—Meiwu Wang Yue!"

"I promised to help you once, and I will never break my promise."

"It's just that you are too stingy, right?"

Tsunayashiro Shinto was stunned when he heard this: "Wait, wait a minute, shouldn't you be the one to take action yourself?!"

"Hello--!"

Across the screen, Wang Yue from Ermeiwu's room suddenly lowered his voice and said coldly, "I say, this disaster is because you guys didn't listen to the monk's advice, and that's why the situation in the lower realm has become like this, right?"

"What's more, there are only me and the Chief of the Army in the palace! You actually let me go down to the mortal world alone without the approval of that great monk... Do you think I'm a fool, or do you really think he's blind?!"

"What's more, to repay the favor I owed you nearly a thousand years ago, I even sent sixty of my beloved Sweetheart Guards to the underworld!"

"Sixty people!" He gestured with the number six and raised his voice. "Even if it's a huge favor, it's time to repay it now!"

Tsunayashiro Shindou loudly tried to refute: "How can that be possible! We agreed before that you would do it yourself! What's the use of just relying on that possessed sword and the personal guards!?"

"Eh? Don't underestimate my knife!"

At this point, Wang Yue's voice turned calm again, and he boasted indifferently, "Although it's a failure, the possessed knife is no different from me doing it myself."

"After all, that thing only requires me to infuse a portion of my spiritual pressure into the sword to create a clone that will last for about thirty minutes."

"With the few materials you brought out, you can probably only reach the level of first-class spiritual pressure. Forget about the Shikai and Shintachi. However, putting everything else aside, with just the four swords I sent and the four sheaths, it's no problem for us to defeat all five of your families."

"What a shame! If you had come up with some more precious materials, I might have been able to directly raise the power of those swords to the ultimate level of 'Death God'! Slurp!"

"If you think about it carefully..."

"Isn't this all your fault?"

As Wang Yue from Ermeiwu spoke, he casually threw away the responsibility and said that the pan was completely non-stick.

"You, you bastard..." Tsunayashiro Shindou was so angry that he almost lost his mind.

“Ah… Oops!!”

As if remembering something, Wang Yue's voice suddenly became a little more urgent. He leaned in front of the camera again and said loudly:

"Hey Hey hey!"

"Wait! You just said that all four knives were sent, right?"

"Let's not even talk about the materials for the possessed sword. You haven't even paid for the four sheaths they have yet!!"

"Even if you're going to be exterminated, remember to pay me back the money for the goods first! Tsunayashiro bastard! And the mental damage compensation for my sweethearts—"

"Snapped!"

Before this guy could utter that terrifying number, Tsunayashiro Shindou angrily turned off the palace communicator, slammed his hand heavily on the table, making a dull sound, and roared in frustration:

"Damn bastard!!!"

Just as he was roaring heartbreakingly, wishing he could smash everything on the table, he heard a slow sigh from behind him, the voice sounded old:

"That's enough, Shinto."

Tsunayashiro Shindou's movements suddenly froze, and he turned his head with some difficulty to look behind him.

Tsunayashiro Shogo was sitting quietly on the ground.

Eyes closed.

On his knees lay a simple, ancient-style sword.

"Father, father..."

Tsunayashiro Shindou's lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something.

But when he saw his father's current appearance, he was speechless for a moment.

It had only been two months since the day of 'The Fury of the Leader', but Tsunayashiro Shogo felt as if he had already experienced decades or even centuries of hardships.

His originally black and white long hair had turned completely white, and even his once energetic expression had become old and tired. The wrinkles of the skin clinging to his facial muscles were loose, and the whole person seemed to have instantly transformed from fifty years old to a seventy or eighty-year-old old man.

Tsunayashiro Shindou looked at his father quietly.

For a whole month, Tsunayashiro Shogo sat here quietly, without sleep, just to complete that secret technique.

Now that he has opened his mouth.

That means...

The secret art is complete.

In exchange, the only thing he got was the old man's life.

"It's enough to delay it until now."

Tsunayashiro Shogo slowly stood up from the ground.

Although he looked very old, the moment he stood up, he seemed to have gathered a massive weight like a mountain and walked slowly forward.

He opened his eyes, looked at his legitimate son, and sighed faintly in his heart.

Compared to Ogata's composure to face death, Shinto is still far behind.

if you can......

As if thinking of something silly, Tsunayashiro Shogo, who was now destined to die, shook his head slightly, as if he found it a little ridiculous.

"Father, please give me another chance."

Tsunayashiro Shinto couldn't help but say, "Right now, Genryu Luhuo is still some distance away from Seireitei. If things get worse, we can still hold on underground!"

"That bastard Nimaiya said he has a way to make a Zanpakutō that can unleash the ultimate power of a Shinigami."

"As long as we master that weapon, we will definitely be able to defeat even that bastard Yamamoto..."

"idiot."

However, Tsunayashiro Shogo interrupted Tsunayashiro Shinto's last fantasy with a simple scolding.

He said calmly, "No matter how powerful a sword is, how can it possibly rival a human's?"

Tsunayashiro Shogo raised his head as he spoke.

Above the room in this underground secret chamber are several heavy curtains hanging like curtains.

What was projected on it was the scene of the four 'Nimeiwu' being defeated by different Elementary Death Gods.

The first one to die at the hands of Unohana's scarlet blood blade.

The second one was cut in half by Yan Yuanjinle's strange space knife.

The third one was pierced through the eye socket by a naginata from the blood-soaked Shikatori Takeunsai.

And the last one...

Tsunayashiro Shogo quietly stared at the scene on the curtain.

The fire surged forward like a mountain, crushing all the pathetic and ridiculous resistance with the force of Mount Tai.

The so-called sheath that could cut through high-density spirit particles was like sand and gravel hitting a tsunami in front of the sun-scorching flames, and was swallowed up in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, even the body constructed with the 'sword' turned into a ball of charcoal in the blink of an eye.

There is absolutely no power to resist.

Tsunayashiro Shogo quietly looked at the middle-aged man in black clothes, with a topknot in his hair, in the center of the flames.

"Yamamoto Genryusai... Shigekuni."

Everything that stood in his way was reduced to ashes.

Tsunayashiro Shogo's eyes were slightly absent-minded.

This is the opponent he wants to kill with his life.

“Ha…hahaha…hahahahahaha!”

Tsunayashiro Shogo suddenly burst into laughter, laughing with great joy.

"not bad."

However, looking at this scene, Tsunayashiro Shindou, who was standing beside him, had a face full of sadness.

Obviously, this is a gamble with family, life and future at stake!

Tsunayashiro Shogo strode towards the door.

As a parent and child, we can only stand behind.

When he reached the door, Tsunayashiro Shogo suddenly stopped, turned to look at his eldest son behind him, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Zhendu."

"I'll leave it to you from now on."

At that moment, the expression on Tsunayashiro Shinto's face suddenly froze.

This was the first time in hundreds of years that he heard his father speak to him in such a pleading tone.

After leaving this last sentence.

Tsunayashiro Shogo strode out of the room.

......

The various Yuanliu teams gathered in the North 20th District of Rukongai, like a giant python coiled on the road, rushing straight towards the direction of Soul Society.

Along the entire road, whether it was nobles of all ranks, the surrounding civilians, or even the wild beasts in the forest, they all fled in panic.

Hundreds and thousands of large spiritual pressures converged in one place, creating a strong sense of oppression that could not be described in simple words.

Especially, the group of people walking at the front of the queue.

The one at the forefront was undoubtedly Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni.

Following behind him were a group of teachers and instructors, all covered in blood.

Although Wang Yue of Ermeiwu spoke in a relaxed tone, the pressure and casualties that his four swords and his personal guards brought to everyone were needless to say.

In the entire Yuanliu team, people could be seen everywhere going into battle with injuries.

Everyone's body was covered in blood to varying degrees.

But because of this, they appear even more murderous.