In Soul Society, love and bond begin

In Soul Society, love and bond begin

Author: Paper carving

Summary:

He was in Soul Society, landing in the Zaraki district.

The cheat is the "Love and Bonds System".

It seems that as long as I get along well with everyone, I should be able to keep getting stronger!

then...

......

"You're just a small fry! Unohana-sama is a small fry!"

"You have mastered eight thousand sword styles, but this is the limit?"

“Tsk! The immortal is such a loser. He always gives up after just three or two moves. How dare you be so arrogant in front of me?”

"Take the knife out of me quickly and show me your limit!"

"Captain Shikatori Takeunsai, are you really trying hard?"

"Why can't I feel my teeth at all!"

"My lovely Aizen-san, I see you don't understand anything at all! But you are quite energetic, right?"

"Change! Change now!"

“What? Ha, old man Yamamoto’s Bankai, that means he has hands…”

“Eh? Wait a minute—”

......

Under the silent gaze of the captains of the first generation of the Gotei 13.

Fujimiya Makoto held his head and banged it against the ground: "I can't take it anymore! I really can't take it anymore... Please shut up!"

【Yuanzi private school】

Chapter 1: U no Hana Yachiru

Rukongai: Saraki (Area 80)

A graceful beauty with long black hair was strolling on the yellow sand. She had a shallow sword slung around her waist, and the white feather hat draped over her black kimono was fluttering in the wind. Her straw sandals fell into the flying sand but did not leave any trace. The whole person seemed to be floating in the wind.

There was a melancholy look on her soft and delicate face.

Long.

It's really too long.

For a woman who has experienced thousands of years of fighting and who, in endless time, almost regards killing and swinging swords as the true meaning of life, a life without someone to fight with is undoubtedly long and painful.

In order to learn how to wield a sword, she studied more than eight thousand kendo styles over an unknown number of years.

In order to refine the most exquisite killing method, she constantly swung the blade in her hand in this seemingly endless world of the dead, killing everything she could see.

In order to enjoy the pleasure of killing and being killed for a long time, she even distorted her mind and transformed her sword, the reflection of her mind, called Zanpakutō, into a form that could repair others and herself.

Every blow drew blood, feeling the coldness of the opponent's hand piercing his body, and then regenerating at super speed, and stabbing the blade into the opponent's body again.

The purpose of doing this is to enjoy the joy of fighting forever.

She doesn't need a reason to kill.

If you don't fight, how can you know your sword skills?

If you don't kill, how can you know that your opponent has given his all?

"The battle is everything."

This was Unohana Yachiryu, a villain unprecedented in history who, over an untold number of millennia, had spread his notoriety throughout Soul Society through bloodshed.

However, after this long history of fighting, she finally felt that her fighting career seemed to be slowly coming to an end.

As time goes by, strength increases.

The woman named Unohana Yachiryu could no longer find anyone who could touch her body in a fight like they did in the past.

This made this woman, who longed to be pierced by a blade and surrounded by murderous intent, truly feel the emptiness of being "alive".

No goals, no expectations.

Everything is blank.

From Runlin'an all the way to Gengmu, there were very few people who could block her sword.

Even if you use a small knife only as long as a finger, it will still be vulnerable.

Life...

So long.

"If only I could go to hell."

"Why can't I go to hell even though I've killed so many people?"

"Is it true that you can only go there after you die?"

The slender woman named Unohana Yachiru stopped where she was and murmured softly.

"A place where the essence of a million years of Soul Society is gathered, where all the powerful Shinigami who have died have gathered... Even those who remain are all extremely powerful and unforgivable."

"If I could live in a place like that, it would probably fill the emptiness in my heart."

She wanted to continue living, but also wanted to use endless fighting to fill her heart, which was emptier than the void.

Unohana Yachiru is such an extremely greedy woman.

However, just when she was longing for this for who knows how many times, a figure slowly walked across the yellow sand in the distance.

The figure obviously noticed her as well and stopped in his tracks almost the moment he caught a glimpse of her figure.

This is Saraki.

A place of extreme poverty, harshness, fighting and fear.

This is the largest, poorest, and most distorted marginal Shura area in Rukongai.

Countless people died fighting and scrambling for food and water, using knives picked up from nowhere, just to survive.

Those 'whole' creatures that do not need water will be devoured almost immediately after birth by powerful 'monsters' that need to eat - their bodies are, after all, also made of spirit particles.

What remains is only the battle between the strong.

Everyone you meet here is an opponent.

Never mind what they look like.

Unohana Yachiryu was also born here, so she knows the rules here better than anyone else.

However, the behavior of the child opposite was a little strange.

He stood opposite and looked at me from a distance. He seemed to hesitate for a while, and then asked from a distance after a long time:

"...Excuse me, are you from Seireitei?"

Unohana Yachiru just glanced at him casually.

Weak spiritual pressure.

How could a poor little creature like this actually survive in a place like Zaraki?

I really don’t know whether to say he is lucky or pitiful.

Unohana Yachiru's inner sigh only lasted for a moment.

Having killed so many people over the long years, she is actually quite numb to the concept of "life".

Not to mention other more emotional emotions such as 'pity', 'sadness', 'fear', etc.

Without stopping for too long, she slowly walked away in the other direction.

She has no interest in the weak.

However, even though he had let him go, the little guy, seeing his appearance, ran over excitedly and shouted from a distance:

"Are you leaving here?"

"Please take me with you!"

"I've been hungry for many days. There's not even any water nearby. Can I..."

The meaningless cries of the weak 'Zheng' in front of him were like the shrill cries of a waking baby in the middle of the night to Unohana Yachiru's ears.

Noisy.

Then, Unohana Yachiru stopped.

She turned around, and in the young man's astonished gaze, she slowly took out a delicate knife, the length of a finger, from her sleeve.

next moment.

There was a bright light in the young man's eyes.

"Clang."

Metal collided violently with metal, flashing dazzling sparks.

There was still a look of confusion in the young man's eyes, but he almost subconsciously pulled out the tattered sword from his waist.

The scabbard shattered, revealing the poorly maintained katana inside.

A hint of surprise flashed in Unohana Yachiru's eyes.

However, at this moment, the young man had already reacted, and subconsciously used instant steps to slide back more than ten meters quickly.

alert.

The whole body is tense.

It was not until this moment that Unohana Yachiru looked at the young man in front of him for the first time.

——He was about fourteen or fifteen years old when he died. He was thin and had a handsome face. His long hair was tied up with grass roots, and he was wearing a tattered brown Wu clothing. The right sleeve was wrapped and tied with a torn rope. For convenience, half of the lower skirt was roughly torn off, revealing a pair of skinny legs. His feet were empty, with only half a straw rope hanging between his toes.

He looked like a refugee, dressed to facilitate movement.

The shallow sword at his waist was probably snatched from someone, right?

Unohana Yachiru narrowed his eyes slightly, and his heart beat lightly.

Although still very weak.

But the moment he swung his sword with a blank expression just now, she inexplicably felt as if she was looking in a mirror - just like her, this young man had turned swordsmanship into instinct.

"You've really trained your swordsmanship to the bone."

'interesting. ’

'It's a good entertainment.'

Before she knew it, a relieved smile appeared on Unohana Yachiru's beautiful face.

After all, there are still some small pleasures in the long life.

There are pictures here, which can be viewed after the updated version

Chapter 2 Fujimiya Makoto

damn it!

Seeing her wearing a white coat, I thought she was from the Gotei 13 and came to appease the cannon fodder, so that we could finally get out of this hellhole.

As a result, it turned out to be another person from Zaraki?

Fujimiya Makoto narrowed his eyes slightly, and his thin upper body hunched. He placed his right hand on the hilt of the knife, and like a cat with its fur standing on end, he fiercely confronted the woman in front of him with her long hair flying freely.