In Soul Society, love and bond begin

What Unohana-sensei was talking about was...fighting.

"Not even close."

Fujimiya Makoto nodded slightly and said calmly, "But at least I'm qualified to be looked at by you, teacher."

"Cheng Jun, you are really confident?"

The smile on Unohana Yachiru's face became brighter and brighter, and he seemed to have a rare sense of excitement.

"However, the teacher is indeed looking forward to your performance."

"Before that, let's change places first."

She said casually, pointing in the direction of Fujimiya Makoto.

【Forbidden Technique: Spatial Movement】

The next moment, the two of them were suddenly enveloped by an orange-yellow cube halo.

Disappeared in an instant.

When Fujimiya Makoto opened his eyes again, the two of them had already appeared in the center of a somewhat familiar wasteland.

Unohana Yachiru stood quietly in front of him.

I don't know when a shallow sword appeared in my hand.

The moment she turned her head, Unohana Yachiru's expression had already turned into a cold, almost scarlet color, and he smiled and said:

"Let me see it, Cheng."

"Your Shikai."

Chapter 120: The Imperial Purification Drama!

Almost at the moment the voice fell, Unohana Yachiru's figure suddenly disappeared.

Fujimiya Makoto didn't dare to be negligent at all. He concentrated on sensing the spirit particles around him, and with a "swish" sound, he swung the sword in his hand to his side.

"Ding!"

The metal clashed and dazzling sparks flew from the friction of the blades.

Although the force coming from the other side was still heavy, it was no longer as great as the first confrontation. The gap was so huge that it was despairing.

Fujimiya Makoto held the handle with his right hand, twisted his wrist, and moved sideways along the force coming from the opposite side of the blade.

The shallow sword in his hand followed the power of Unohana Yachiryu around his palm, drew a half circle in the air, and when he grasped it again, it was already held upside down, and with a sharp sound of conflict, it drew a silver crescent arc and slashed towards the teacher's neck.

However, before the strike was halfway completed, a small short knife suddenly popped out from the sleeve of Unohana's left hand.

The short sword blocks, the long blade cuts.

The rapidly reversing situation forced Fujimiya Makoto to quickly draw his sword to block in front of him, and he withdrew his feet. He took a flash step and slid backward as if moving horizontally, then immediately stepped forward and swung the sword.

[Still dare to hide? ]

[Let the teacher see what good stuff is hidden in your bulging pants! ]

【Flash Step +5】

The little broken knife still performs normally.

However, before Fujimiya Makoto's blade fell, Unohana Sensei had already approached him at an even faster speed, and two blades, one long and one short, were swinging down like heavy rain.

Her movements were not extremely fast, but rather had a rhythmic feel like jumping notes, which would unconsciously lead her opponents into following her rhythm, gradually making them tired of coping, and finally being easily defeated.

But how could Fujimiya Makoto's fighting on the battlefield for such a long time be fruitless?

【Wall of Sighs①】

【No-Injury Circle②】

【Inch stop ③】

The moment Unohana-sensei's hand dropped it, Fujimiya Makoto's willpower and concentration instantly reached the extreme①.

At the same time, the muscles and nerves of the whole body were stretched to the extreme, the black pupils in the eye sockets were highly contracted, the whites of the eyes were filled with blood-red threads, the spirit particles in the whole body were highly active, and the brain entered an overloaded state.

During this process, every second of the battle time will become extremely long in the eyes of Fujimiya Makoto.

Every time Unohana Sensei swings his sword, it seems to be broken down into countless tiny movements in his eyes, deconstructed at a thousand frames per second②.

Every movement of Fujimiya Makoto can achieve "perfect output"③.

At this moment, all the spirit particles in Fujimiya Makoto's body were burning fiercely like flames, and were even rising continuously.

Even though his spiritual power level was only 'Third Grade, Lower', the bottom line of the captain level, the combat power he instantly burst out was almost as strong as that of Saito.

If there were a Death God of the third rank or lower standing by at this moment, it would be basically impossible to see the extremely fast sword-swinging movements between the two people. All they could see were large pieces of scattered sparks constantly splashing through the air and making a series of intense and piercing noises.

Unohana Yachiru felt that Fujimiya Makoto's soul seemed to be boiling, and a scarlet smile bloomed on her soft face, which was almost uncontrollable.

At the same time, she began to no longer restrain her strength, and cautiously tried to release the power that had been suppressed for a long time.

"clang!"

The first knife.

Deafening.

Fujimiya Makoto's eyes suddenly widened, and he subconsciously grasped the blade with both hands. However, his entire body was blown away by the huge force, and his feet slid several meters along the ground. His hands trembled so much that he could hardly hold the handle of the knife.

Before he could react, he saw Unohana teacher approaching him at a speed even faster than before, holding the blade high in his right hand, and suddenly bringing it down with a shrill hissing sound.

"clang!!"

Second knife.

Fujimiya Makoto held the back of the knife with both hands, raised it above his head, and took the blow with difficulty.

However, the ground beneath his feet exploded under this violent blow, and his feet sank into the pit in the ground, unable to extricate themselves.

The smile on Unohana Yachiru's face became more and more excited.

She didn't know how long it had been since she had used her power so unscrupulously as today.

Immediately afterwards, Unohana teacher's figure suddenly approached, his face almost touching the tip of Fujimiya Makoto's nose, and the blade in his hand was swung suddenly along the direction of his ribs.

"clang--!!!"

The third knife.

Even at the critical moment, Fujimiya Makoto, who was in the [No Injury Circle], had already retracted the blade in time to block Unohana's sword path.

However, the gap in spiritual pressure is absolute.

Strength is strength.

Just by taking this blow, Fujimiya Makoto's wrist, which was against the blade, hit his chest like a sledgehammer, and his whole body flew out like a cannonball, crashing into the smoke and dust with a loud bang.

Unohana Yachiru was obviously completely into the state. The loose yukata fluttered on her body, her long black hair was loose, and her soft face was full of bloodthirsty smile.

Fighting is everything.

Unconsciously, as if due to excessive excitement, her voice became low, with a bit of unintentional smoke-like voice:

"Hasn't it been solved yet?"

"That won't satisfy me, Makoto."

In the smoke and dust, Fujimiya Makoto slowly stood up and brushed off the dust on his body.

He looked at Unohana-sensei who was already in full swing across from him, and took a slight breath.

"Really..."

"Unohana-sensei always talks to me in this tone, but it makes me excited."

"but."

As Fujimiya Makoto said this, a smile appeared on his face.

"...if it's a teacher."

"it should be no problem?"

He whispered this and slowly stood up straight.

Unohana Yachiru looked at him, and suddenly narrowed his eyes, as if he noticed the subtle fluctuation of spiritual pressure.

"Ok?"

Tiny spirit particles surrounded Fujimiya Makoto's body like catkins blown by the wind, boiling as his spiritual pressure continued to rise.

An endless stream of spirit particles surged upwards violently and spread out in all directions.

Unohana Yachiru could clearly feel that the spiritual pressure range centered on Fujimiya Makoto seemed to present a special spiritual pressure field, encompassing the vast wasteland.

"Buzz-buzz-"

The wildly boiling spiritual pressure was vibrating violently in the atmosphere. Everything that Unohana Yachiru saw seemed to be covered with a layer of blurry frosted glass. The world seemed to be shaking constantly as Fujimiya Makoto's spiritual pressure spread.

His spiritual pressure continued to rise as if there was no upper limit.

Behind Fujimiya Makoto, it seemed as if with this extreme spiritual pressure, a giant double-opening door was formed, half of it showing joy and half of it showing misery, standing between heaven and earth.

It's like the gate to hell.

Through the dark gap of the door, there seemed to be a faint sound of children's songs spreading in my ears, and the sound became clearer and clearer.

[When, when, can we meet again? ]

【Meet at dusk during the Obon Festival! 】

[Finger crossed, finger crossed, don't lie! ]

【Those who break their promise will be crushed to pieces! 】

[Go ahead, go ahead, the path to the gods.]

【Offer a memorial service to the fate of karma! 】

The faint sound of the nursery rhyme is captivating, as if the sound alone can draw people's souls into the door.

However, all this is nothing to Unohana Yachiru.

However, such a surprising first release still made her raise her original expectations of Chengjun again.

Unohana Yachiru could clearly feel the sense of danger that was constantly warning him from deep within his intuition.

Accompanied by the charming nursery rhyme.

Fujimiya Makoto's spiritual pressure finally reached some invisible limit and was frozen at this moment.

He held the shallow hammer horizontally in his hand, and the sound was calm and indifferent, as if it came from the faraway horizon, emitting distant chanting.

"Wandering in life, dreaming of death, binding truth and determining falsehood, tracing cause and effect—"

The moment Fujimiya Makoto's voice rang out, the slightly closed door behind him suddenly opened.

next moment.

The world in Unohana Yachiru's eyes seemed to fall into black and white for a very brief moment, and his vision was like being in a fast train passing through a tunnel, suddenly dark and bright.

It makes people wonder if they are having an illusion.

But, when this black and white world fades away.

The shallow sword in Fujimiya Makoto's hand had now transformed into a large sword with a smooth arc and a handle extending to nearly four feet.

The black and red hilt extended into a flying ribbon along the gold helmet at the end, with three thin blades hanging at the end, making slight tinkling sounds when colliding.

Unconsciously, it presents a seductive and dazzling edge.

"—The Imperial Purification Play."

At the moment when this name was dropped.

Fujimiya Makoto and Unohana Yachiru, in the eyes of everyone present who heard the names, a subtle pink heart lit up, which flashed away.

The spiritual pressure around him gradually calmed down, but also gradually stabilized at the highest point.

Fujimiya Makoto whispered: