In Soul Society, love and bond begin

"He boasted about insulting the Gotei 13 members, and everyone present heard it with their own ears!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Fujimiya Makoto turned his head and looked over.

It turns out that Kuryashiki Ryoma is also on the list of training officers in this round.

In other words, this kid shouldn't have gone to the battlefield before he fully grew up, and now he is just returning to school.

As soon as Longma finished speaking, many of the training officers shouted in agreement:

"exactly."

"Vice Captain Fujimiya, please understand!"

“It’s simply arrogant.”

Looking at the excited faces of the crowd, and then looking at the noble students on the other side who remained silent, Fujimiya Makoto suddenly had an idea in his mind.

It seems that among this first batch of students, the aristocratic department is not the only one who can dominate the world.

This is a good thing.

However, Fujimiya Makoto still had a cold face and said with a look of dissatisfaction:

"So you're going to scold him?"

Hearing his words, Kuryashiki Ryoma's face suddenly showed a confused expression, and he looked at Fujimiya Makoto in confusion - he knew the personality of his vice-captain.

Tsunayashiro Tokinada's expression suddenly relaxed, and a hint of excitement seemed to flash in his eyes.

really!

Not only Yamamoto Genryusai, but even his disciples were intimidated by Tsunayashiro's family reputation?

For a moment, a smile appeared on Tsunayashiro Toki's face involuntarily.

At the same time, the expressions of the noble students behind him also became a little more relaxed.

It turned out to be the case.

The Gotei 13 are still somewhat afraid of these powerful nobles!

Fujimiya Makoto suddenly widened his eyes, staring at the group of trainee officers in front of him who were as quiet as quails and dared not speak, and shouted angrily:

"Cut him!"

"Is the light tied around your waist for you to use as a fire stick?!"

"There's a fighting arena right next to it. Are you using it as a decoration?"

"Are you still expecting me to support you?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the enthusiasm of all the training officers present was rekindled, and the eyes that had just been dimmed immediately lit up.

Kurayashiki Ryoma took advantage of his proximity and shouted, "Vice-Captain Fujimiya! Please allow me to challenge that bastard!"

"Fujimiya-sama!"

"Deputy Captain, let me do it!"

The first generation of the Gotei 13 were all of good character from top to bottom.

Not active in studying, but very hard working in killing people.

Fujimiya Makoto scanned the crowd and saw a familiar figure suddenly rush out from the crowd and shouted:

"Vice Captain Fujimiya! He's a sixth-class spiritual power, and I'm a seventh-class one!"

"Please let me challenge him!"

"We can't let those bastard nobles find an excuse!"

Compared to the excited and passionate roars of the crowd, this guy's rules seemed particularly clear.

Fujimiya Makoto turned his head and looked over.

If I remember correctly, this person should also be from the 11th Division. His name is Takasugi Konji and he is one of the three officers of the 9th Seat.

"Takasugi Nine, remember to stop when you're done."

"Yes!"

Takasugi stepped out immediately this time, and the smile on his face could hardly be hidden.

The trainee officers behind him all looked disappointed.

However, when he turned his head to look at Tsunayashiro Tokinada, the expression on his face suddenly turned cold, and he said in a cold tone: "Hey! Brat."

"Since you're so bold as to speak so brazenly in front of everyone, you shouldn't be too lacking the courage to even stand up and fight, right?"

Tsunayashiro Tokinada looked at him, then looked at Fujimiya Makoto who was standing beside him.

Without saying a word, he strode towards the fighting stage.

When he turned his back to the crowd, a gleam of resentment flashed in his eyes uncontrollably.

......

The fighting arena is a place within the team specifically used to resolve grudges among team members.

Given the violent temperaments of the first generation of the Gotei 13, a lot of blood has been stained on these arenas in just one year.

At this time, Takasugi Konji and Tsunayashiro Tokinada were engaged in a rapid exchange of blows on the stage.

Because one of them had not yet learned the Shikai, Takasugi did not release his Zanpakutō for the sake of fairness. Both of them used wooden swords.

However, even so, the battle between them was already extremely fierce in the eyes of those untrained Rukongai students.

Fujimiya Makoto watched the fight on the stage silently, but he was thinking about other things.

Chojiro Suzuki stood beside him and suddenly said:

"Cheng, are you still worried about the noble students?"

"almost."

Fujimiya Makoto didn't deny it, and discussed it, "Students from the noble class can stick together around the five great nobles... On the other hand, here in Rukongai, the probability of a 'genius' appearing every year is very small."

"So I was just thinking, should we first give these students from better backgrounds a baseline test before they enroll, and then place them directly in the appropriate grade? At the same time, we can increase their academic pressure, so that they can learn the lower-grade courses on their own while keeping up with the higher-grade courses."

Quebu was a little confused: "What's the point of doing this?"

Fujimiya Makoto laughed and said, "Suzoube-kun, why do some noble students, despite being mediocre in talent, act so arrogantly when facing Rukongai students?"

"Because..." Quebu asked uncertainly, "How many more years of study did you have?"

Fujimiya Makoto shook his head: "It's because they have conditions that others don't have."

“That’s why I’m arrogant.”

"If you want to make these guys learn to see people in the right light, it's no use forcing them with a knife. You have to put them in the same conditions as normal people and let them recognize themselves."

"Like now..."

He turned his head and looked at the fighting stage.

Quebu also looked over thoughtfully.

Fujimiya Makoto said calmly, "Takasugi has only been in Genryu for four years. Due to the critical situation of the war, his group of students only received a short one-year training before being pulled into the battlefield. The subsequent slashing techniques and ghost arts were learned in the gaps between battlefields and wars."

"In terms of conditions and time, he is far inferior to the members of the Tsunayashiro family."

"Furthermore, his talent isn't outstanding. In four years, his spiritual power has only improved by one level."

"but."

"Soon-"

The blade shone with a sharp light. Although it was made of wood, it was wrapped in spiritual power and made a sharp sound as it cut through the air.

This time, Takasugi stepped forward and swept the blade in his hand, easily deflecting Tsunayashiro Tokinada's wooden sword. When the blade collided with the opponent's sword, he used his wrist to lightly use the force to rebound, turning the originally tilted blade and pointing it again between Tsunayashiro Tokinada's chest and abdomen.

Tsunayashiro Tokinada was in a panic. He could clearly see the opponent's movements with his eyes and his body could keep up, but for some reason, his reaction and decision-making were a beat slower than the damn peasant in front of him. The rhythm of the entire battle was firmly controlled by the opponent, and his feet unconsciously retreated.

Whenever the tip of the wooden sword pointed at him, Tsunayashiro Tokinada couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

On the other hand, Takasugi seemed to completely ignore the wooden sword that was sweeping towards him. He grinned like a bloodthirsty tiger and continued to swing and slash at Tsunayashiro Tokinada, each blow faster than the last.

What's a mere wooden sword?

His killing skills were all acquired through slashing one sword at a time on the battlefield!

Fujimiya Makoto and Suzube watched coldly.

The battle between Shinigami is essentially a battle of spiritual pressure.

This is true.

However, when a person does not even know how to fully utilize the spiritual pressure in his body, there is naturally no question of spiritual pressure battle.

The noble students standing in the audience became more and more frightened.

Could just any one of Genryuken's Shinigami be able to suppress the genius of the Tsunayashiro family to this degree?!

At this moment, they suddenly realized why their family, which had been passed down for millions of years, suffered such a tragic defeat in the war with these peasants.

Even a guy like Kyoraku Shunsui, who was a bit eccentric, couldn't help but show a slightly solemn expression when he saw the performance of the Elementary Death God on the fighting stage, who was like a mad tiger.

In terms of spiritual pressure alone, he was far superior to the man in front of him.

However, if you really fight to the death with the other party...

Thinking this, Kyōraku turned to look at Ukitake Jushiro beside him.

Almost at the same time, Ukitake also turned to look at him.

The two nodded in tacit understanding without saying anything.

Tsunayashiro Tokinada is about to be defeated.

really.

Before the two of them turned around, they heard a sudden exclamation from the audience.

"Snapped!"

Wooden knife collided with wooden knife.

The momentum is strong and exhausted again and again.

Almost at the moment the two sides collided, the wooden sword in Tsunayashiro Tokinada's hand was pulled high, and a huge gap was suddenly revealed between his chest and abdomen.

His pupils suddenly contracted.

This time, Takasugi showed no intention of showing any mercy. He chopped down the wooden sword in his hand. The edge of the blade was wrapped in dense spiritual particles. With a sharp sound of tearing cloth, it cut along Tsunayashiro Tokinada's left shoulder and went straight to the right abdomen.

Leaving a shallow wound.

Tsunayashiro Tokinada plopped down on the ground.

This time, Takasugi hefted the wooden sword onto his shoulder and sneered condescendingly:

"whispering sound."

"I thought he was some big shot, but it turns out he's just this bad."

"The winner is decided! Trash!"

For a moment, the whole place fell into deathly silence.

The Rukongai students, who were the largest group present, could never have imagined that the 'noble lord' who they thought was so high and mighty could be defeated so easily by a seemingly insignificant Gotei-tai soldier.

Moreover, according to what he said before, this guy's spiritual power level seems to be even lower than that of this noble!

If...if they could graduate successfully too.

Can they also become like the Gotei-tai soldier in front of them?

Different people have different ideas.

But before they knew it, the sacred feeling that the word "noble" represented in the hearts of these new Rukongai students had gradually weakened.

Nobles, that's all there is to it, right?

This is one of Fujimiya Makoto's goals.