In Soul Society, love and bond begin

Just as Fujimiya Makoto said at the beginning.

If you can’t get it on the battlefield, you won’t get it at the negotiating table.

In the end, the greatest achievement that Seireitei retained was the heirloom titles of the five great nobles.

As for the other nobles, both big and small, they all became their victims and transformed into the new "warrior class", equal to all the members of the Yuanliu.

That night, many old men who had lost their family names died as an atonement.

But no one cares.

......

"Is this so?"

In the simple house, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, wearing a haori, sat quietly at the table, listening to Chojiro Suzuki's detailed report.

Only after hearing the results of the last day did he let out a long sigh and a smile slowly appeared on his face.

"It seems that everything is under the control of that child Cheng."

"In the past few days, I underestimated the ability of the monk from the Military Department."

Originally, Yamamoto thought that Hyoshubu would at least say a few words to the people of Seireitei.

Unexpectedly, when Fujimiya Makoto came up with a proposal that was obviously more detailed and effective, the monk abandoned these nobles who had fallen to the point of being unable to do their original job without hesitation.

At the same time, he was also impressed by Fujimiya Makoto's courage and wisdom.

You know, it takes a lot of courage to make such a harsh request in front of the military leader without knowing the truth.

Who dares to bet whether this monk will turn against you?

Or, just kill them all?

"Cheng is a very good child." Suzube also praised.

He was the one who watched this kid progress step by step from the most basic Chopping Fist and Walking Ghost to where he is now.

Yamamoto also comforted him: "I gave that child the same imperial robe as you, so don't mind it too much."

"He needs a proper identity."

Quebu immediately half-knelt on the ground and said sternly, "Master Yuan Liuzhai, please don't humiliate me."

"...I am the one who said too much."

The old man smiled, then lowered his head and began to look at the final details of the peace talks, and slowly exhaled.

"Tomorrow will be the day the final agreement is signed."

"Yes."

Yamamoto looked out the window and waved his hand calmly: "Go out first."

"Yes."

Then, Quebu's figure disappeared into the night like a shadow.

Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni was still sitting at the table, his brush still in mid-air, the tip of the ink touching the white paper, leaving a thick black stain.

He does not have the habit of keeping a diary, but he occasionally paints.

When the mood is excited, it is inevitable to write a couple of words.

But there are always some sighs that are not suitable to be seen by others.

Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni sat there, thinking back to the time he set his goal, founded Genjijuku, and continued his thousand years of teaching, cultivating talent, and retaking Rukongai...

In the blink of an eye, a thousand years have passed.

In the end, after countless sacrifices and struggles, we only got this result.

After the battle with Hyōshūbe Ichibei, he was the only one who could feel it.

The momentum that always lingered in his chest, the indomitable force in the face of the enemy, gradually began to dissipate.

He was no longer the invincible Yamamoto Shigekuni.

But after this defeat, he entrusted the rest of his life to others...

Captain-in-chief of the Gotei 13.

Yamamoto Shigekuni picked up his pen and wrote, and the phoenixes soared and the dragons flew.

【Guardian Dog】

The old man looked quietly at the calligraphy on the table, feeling as if something was missing.

After thinking about it, he added two small words at the end.

【Lead Dog】

Looking at the handwriting on the table, Yamamoto Shigekuni chuckled softly, but his brows were drooping and his expression was indifferent.

His ideals, his ambitions, his life.

All stopped at this moment.

Recalling the last moment of his battle with the Hyoshubu, when the opponent held back intentionally or unintentionally, Yamamoto smiled mockingly and shook his head.

"Just as..."

"I think the old man is dead."

He said this.

The writing on the table had already caught fire with the flames.

Turned into flying ashes.

Everyone thought that the position of captain-general of the Gotei 13 was the greatest honor in Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's life and the collection of his achievements in this life.

But no one knows.

From that day on, Yamamoto Shigekuni never told anyone again that the nobles should treat the common people as human beings.

The day he concluded the peace talks between the two sides,

Considered one of the most shameful days of my life.

......

Chapter 92: Guidance and Undercurrents

The pitch-black hell butterfly fluttered by.

Above the house, a figure as swift as an afterimage flashed by.

He was a messenger of death, his whole body covered in black cloth, dressed like a ninja.

He first identified the direction ahead under the guidance of the Hell Butterfly, and then headed straight towards the newly established 11th Squadron.

"Stop."

However, when he arrived at the entrance of the 11th Squadron's training ground, a knife appeared silently in front of him.

Kuryashiki Ryoma stood quietly where he was.

His small stature did not lessen the chill brought by the blade, and he looked at the members of the Riting team in front of him with a calm gaze.

"Nine seats in the house."

"I am responsible for conveying the captain's orders."

The members of the Riting team half-knelt on the spot and explained quickly.

Kuryashiki Ryoma simply nodded and put away his sword.

"Just wait a moment."

"The division...captain and vice-captain are busy."

"Yes."

Kuryashiki Ryoma turned his head and looked at the two people standing opposite each other in the courtyard.

Fujimiya Makoto held the blade in both hands, looking intently in the direction of Unohana Yachiru, his whole attention focused.

Teacher Unohana relaxed her whole body with a peaceful smile on her face.

next moment.

"Qiang!"

The blades collided, and under the pressure of ultra-high speed and enormous force, a crisp sound was heard, but they were retracted as soon as they touched.

The blade edge deflected and followed the movement of footsteps and body, circling around Unohana, interweaving with each other in constant confrontations. The tip of the blade always pointed directly at the vital point, and the crisp sound continued.

Fujimiya Makoto's slashing technique, which has reached the twelfth level, represents a considerable level for any god of death. Most people can only reach this level in their entire lives.

Even someone as strong as Unohana Yachiryu would occasionally be dazzled by Fujimiya Makoto's brilliant slashing technique, and then further increase his strength and speed, with the blade always pointing at the fleeting flaws in his slashing technique, while always suppressing his own output below Fujimiya Makoto.

Although the speed of the fight between the two was so fast that ordinary vice-captains could not catch it with the naked eye, there was still no sign of real fighting.

Not even a single scar remained on Fujimiya Makoto's body.

This is a competition between skills.

There is no doubt that Unohana Yachiru still has a firm upper hand at this time.

However, Fujimiya Makoto was not discouraged. Instead, he looked for his problems over and over again in battle, and tried his best to make up for and improve them the next time he swung his sword.

Unfortunately, today, the familiar sound of the broken knife prompt did not ring in his ears again.

This is certainly not because his plug-in disappeared.

But because...

[Slashing Technique: Level 99 (100/)]

[Bottleneck Stage of the Beheading Technique: Stage 4]

(Do you want to use talent points to break through?)

There is always a line of words like this on Fujimiya Makoto's personal panel.

"Clang!"

Accompanied by a subtle crisp sound.

Fujimiya Makoto, who had been concentrating the whole time, suddenly had his pupils shrink, and his forward steps paused slightly as he became slightly stiff.

However, even such a tiny flaw would not escape the eyes of Unohana teacher.

Almost the next moment after the pause, the sharp blade had already pierced through the air. With a tearing sound, the blade stopped in front of Fujimiya Makoto's throat, causing a slight stinging sensation.

Fujimiya Makoto smiled bitterly and raised his hands:

"Teacher, I lost."

Unohana Yachiru slowly sheathed his sword, his expression remaining gentle. He looked at Makoto with a soft smile in his eyes:

"Originally, I thought it would take you a while to get close to this level."

"I didn't expect that I underestimated Cheng Jun."

"You suddenly showed up at the team barracks and asked for a fight. You should have noticed it, right?"

"The bottleneck of my own killing technique."