In Soul Society, love and bond begin

"I do not know either."

Lu Quba Yunzhai chewed slowly in his mouth, with a very happy expression on his little face.

Hearing Fujimiya-kun's question, without thinking, he said casually: "I was picked up by my mother when I was very young. I think someone must have thrown me on the side of the road."

"By the time I came to my senses, I had already been living in my mother's house for a long time."

"My mother did come from the real world. I heard she was once a woman from a famous military family. She died on the battlefield—but it seems like it was a long time ago."

"Time in the Broken Realm is all messed up. I guess she can't figure it out herself."

Fujimiya Makoto was quite interested in the life story of Soul Society's Ryuhun. He took a bite of eggplant and asked casually, "Does she also have spiritual power talent? She should be very strong, right?"

"A little, but very weak."

Shikatori Bayunsai also seemed to be provoked and said with a smile: "Mom is doing business in Rukongai."

"I occasionally take on bounties to kill hollows, but most of the time I'm just killing people."

"Whether it's the thugs of Rukongai, roaming thieves, local nobles, or simply hostile merchants—there are many people who enjoy killing."

Fujimiya Makoto thought the first part was nothing, but after hearing the end, he couldn't help but interrupt:

"Hey Hey hey!"

"This kind of business is totally outside the scope of 'business'!"

"is it?"

Lu Quba Yunzhai turned his head and looked at him in confusion, as if it was the first day he learned about it.

Fujimiya Makoto couldn't help but complain: "You guys are the 'murder group', right? You're basically an assassination organization!"

"Aha!"

Luqu Bayunzhai clumsily tapped his head with the end of his chopsticks: "I don't really understand either. After all, my mother..."

"We've been called 'commodities' since we were little."

Fujimiya Makoto paused holding his chopsticks, but after the experiences of the past few years, he had long been immune to the chaos in Soul Society.

Even after hearing such words, he quickly calmed down.

"commodity?"

"Are you going to be sold too?"

Fujimiya Makoto asked casually, but his brows were slightly furrowed.

He was indeed a bit abrupt today.

He spoke casually even though he knew nothing about Shikatori's past.

"That's not it."

Shikatori shook his head and chewed the eggplant slowly: "I'm just going to be treated as a 'disposable item'."

"After all, generally speaking, a child who looks only seven or eight years old would have a hard time running back from the scene after unexpectedly assassinating the target, right?"

"So every time mom uses one, she switches to the next one."

"There's nothing wrong with calling it a 'commodity'."

“But it was sold very cheaply at that time!”

Fujimiya Makoto frowned subconsciously and wanted to end the topic, but suddenly found that Shikatori Bayunsai still had the same weak but somewhat cheerful expression as before, without any change.

It was as if she didn't experience any 'emotions' from these experiences.

After discovering this, he couldn't help but continue to ask:

"What about the deer taking you?"

"How did you survive?"

Shikatori Bayunsai turned around, looking at him like he was an idiot, and said matter-of-factly, "Of course, we killed all the guys on the other side."

“From that day on, I lived a very happy life.”

"Not only can I eat meals cooked by my mother, but I can also sleep with her in the big room. Even the precious books in the bookcase are freely available for me to read..."

Recalling the scene at that time, Lu Quba Yunzhai's pretty face couldn't help but show some emotion. He took a bite of eggplant and whispered:

"For all these years, Fujimiya-kun is the only one who has cooked for me like a mother."

Isn't this the first half of my life being exploited by a vicious female killer who runs an assassination business?!

Fujimiya Makoto tried hard to keep his expression straight and not let any change appear on his face.

Otherwise, the complaints would be unbearable.

He quickly changed the subject: "So, you read because mom likes it?"

"That's not it."

Lu Quba Yunzhai shook his head, as if thinking of something happy, and a gentle smile appeared on his face:

"Mom said that although there are always different people in every story, in fact, each story has its own protagonist."

"Every story is a life that belongs to them."

"If I could get a glimpse into their lives through these stories, then I should be able to try to... feel emotions that I can't experience myself, right?"

Fujimiya Makoto keenly grasped the key words:

"mood?"

"Eh?"

Lu Quba Yunzhai covered his mouth slightly.

But when he remembered that the person sitting opposite him was Fujimiya Makoto, he put it down inadvertently, as if a little embarrassed:

"Because it's related to the power of the Zanpakutō, Grandpa Shan usually tells me not to tell anyone."

"But... Makoto-kun is a companion, so it shouldn't be a problem."

Fujimiya Makoto frowned slightly: "If it's related to Zanpakutō, then it's still..."

"It's okay! It's not a big deal."

Shikakuri Bayunsai bit his chopsticks and waved his hands casually: "My Shikai allows me to see other people's 'emotions'."

"And my own emotions are the 'fuel' that supports my Bankai."

"The more you burn, the stronger you become."

"But when all the emotions disappear, it's almost time for death, right?"

There was a hint of emotion in Ms. Kadori's voice.

Fujimiya Makoto's pupils shrank. "So, what are the emotions that have been burned away now...?"

"Fear, and pity."

"..."

Fujimiya Makoto's chopsticks paused.

Shikatori Bakunsai was still sitting at the table, his milky white eyes resting on the table. His free left hand gently shifted his large glasses onto the bridge of his nose. His deep, dark eyes stared directly at Fujimiya Makoto, winking at him and smiling softly.

"I'm usually trying my best to act."

"Grandpa Shan said that as long as I can regain my emotions, my strength will definitely reach a new level."

"But no matter what I do..."

"I can't even remember feeling scared."

“What a pity.”

"By the way, Cheng-kun, please don't tell this secret to anyone."

Kakuto Takeunsai supported her cute chin with both hands, tilted her head slightly, sat across the table, and gave Fujimiya Makoto a perfect smile.

Vaguely sickly, gloomy sky.

As the sun sets, the crimson clouds shine through the window, casting a large area of ​​blood-red on the table.

This makes half of Miss Kadori's face look even more attractive.

Red as blood.

"That's too much." Fujimiya Makoto slowly picked up the dishes and took a bite of the venison. "I'm the one treating you to dinner, and yet I'm being threatened by an idiot like you."

Shikaku Bayunsai said softly, "After all, you're the only one I've ever met who feels pity and sadness for someone like me when I tell you these stories."

“It’s really hard to contain yourself…”

The girl with glasses narrowed her eyes slightly and subconsciously stretched out her hand, as if wanting to touch the other person's face.

Fujimiya Makoto reached out and slapped her away.

"You can look, but you are not allowed to touch."

"Eh—?!" Miss Kadori smiled sweetly, "Makoto-kun, are you angry?"

"You're angry because you got cheated?"

"no!"

"What a stubborn guy!"

"Originally, I wanted you to kiss me as an apology."

Fujimiya Makoto's eyes suddenly widened:

"real!?"

【real? ! 】

Xiao Podao spoke almost synchronously.

All I can say is, there is no such thing as a Zanpakutō following the wrong person in this world.

Shikatori Bayunsai tilted his face and smiled, "After all, Cheng Jun made such a delicious meal for me."

"I've rarely felt so satisfied."

"Wait a minute."

Fujimiya Makoto was about to say goodbye, but suddenly remembered something and asked, "I haven't finished listening to the story just now."

"How did your mother end up?"

Miss Kadori was stunned at first, then smiled easily: "Of course he is dead."

"Die by my knife."

"Because...I discarded my fear for her, but she started to fear me."

"Isn't this excessive?"

The moment she finished speaking, a moment of darkness inadvertently flashed across Miss Kadori's eyes.

I don’t know what I’m thinking about.

"..."

Fujimiya Makoto was silent for a few seconds, but finally gave up resolutely and said, "Sure enough, forget it!"

"Yandere like you is so scary!"

"If I get involved in any emotional entanglement with you, I will definitely die miserably."

On the contrary, Little Broken Knife was unhappy. He spoke loudly and dissatisfiedly in a long, childish voice:

「Eh? No!」

[Then, you can kiss me too! ]

Shikatori Bayunsai glanced at the small broken sword, then looked at the two pairs of tabi, one pink and one white, wrapped around the sword thread, and smiled and refused: