In Soul Society, love and bond begin

"This is a... vile game of playing with the karma of disaster."

However, feeling his spiritual pressure that had obviously surged, the light in Unohana Yachiru's eyes opposite him became brighter and brighter.

Almost at the moment when the initial release was completed, the blade, faintly wrapped in blood-colored spiritual pressure, had already flown through the air like a bird and flew towards Fujimiya Makoto's neck.

Just looking at the power and spiritual pressure reaction contained in this attack, it is only higher than all the slashing attacks that Fujimiya Makoto has encountered before.

However, Fujimiya Makoto had no intention of dodging.

I can block this attack.

【Determine if it is fake】

Just a thought flashed through his mind, and the voice of Xiao Podao rang out from his mind almost simultaneously.

Fujimiya Makoto raised the blade in his hand.

"Boom!"

The heavy hammer hit the drum, and the dull sound spread out.

Unohana Yachiryu could clearly feel that the blade in his hand seemed to have plunged into the depths of the water, and was blocked by the constantly surging resistance, making it almost impossible to fall.

However, the more this happened, the more excited the emotions in her eyes became, and her whole body's spiritual pressure was released almost without reservation.

"boom--"

The two of them retreated in complete sync in the dust and smoke from the impact, and then suddenly collided with each other in an instant sprint.

I can follow the teacher's movements within five seconds.

【Determine if it is fake】

Fujimiya Makoto's sword-swinging speed suddenly increased. His muscles and nerves, which had been stretched to the extreme by the [No Injury Circle], were stretched even further, and the speed at which his spiritual pressure was consumed was astonishingly fast.

The scene of their battle became more and more terrifying. The two sides, whose figures were completely invisible, crossed each other at super high speed. The pressure of their swords, which were deviated from the edges, was enough to easily tear the earth apart. Large areas of wasteland were torn into pieces, and countless plots of land were completely opened up by the aftermath of the battle between the two sides. The vibration of spiritual pressure seemed to spread to dozens of kilometers away.

Unohana Yachiru's expression became more and more focused, and the restraints that were constantly imposed on his body and instincts were gradually released, and his strength became more and more astonishing.

However, it's still not enough!

Fujimiya Makoto could clearly feel that his body was being driven by the previous [Fake] command, accelerating continuously like a doll that could not stop, just like a rubber band that was constantly being stretched to its limit.

if it is like this......

Fujimiya Makoto pulled the corner of his lip and whispered:

"What are you swinging your sword for?"

"Unohana-sensei."

Almost at the moment the voice fell, Unohana Yachiru's brows seemed to be furrowed for a moment.

【Retracing the Cause】

The next moment, the blade in Fujimiya Makoto's hand suddenly turned into nothingness and penetrated the blade in Unohana's hand without any hindrance.

Cut down.

The moment the blade pierced through Unohana Yachiru's body, her pupils turned blank for a brief moment.

It seems like something important is missing from life.

When he was close at hand, Fujimiya Makoto turned around, and following the inertia of the Purification Sword in his hand, he crossed the half-moon and swung the blade towards Unohana Sensei.

There was a sound of tearing cloth in my ears.

"Soon-"

Unohana Yachiru's eyes opened wide, his feet had already moved several meters, and the short knife in his left sleeve was blocking in front of him.

However, there was a shallow tear on her yukata from her left shoulder to the center of her chest.

There is faint blood.

Is this what is called 'first sight kill'?

At that moment just now, she suddenly woke up when she was in great danger.

If there wasn't a qualitative difference in the level of spiritual power.

I am afraid......

Unohana Yachiru savored the moment of life and death just now, but a blush appeared on her cheeks as if she couldn't help it.

Yes.

That's what it feels like!

How long has it been since I felt this sense of crisis, between life and death, in a head-on confrontation?

At this moment, Unohana Yachiru looked at Fujimiya Makoto with more and more desire.

"Sincerity."

"I really saw you right."

Fujimiya Makoto couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I'm almost at my limit, Unohana-sensei."

Whether it is [Determination of Falsification] or [Tracing Causes], in essence, it is the ability to reverse a certain phenomenon by excessively consuming spiritual pressure.

At the same time, because this ability was aimed at a strong person like Unohana Sensei, the spiritual pressure in his body was like a fountain, and it was about to drain him dry in a few seconds.

However, there are some results.

Fujimiya Makoto looked at the panel in front of him.

[Unohana-sensei! I’m going to tear your clothes off and fuck you hard, Yukiko! ! !]

[Slashing Technique +10]

[Bottleneck Stage of the Beheading Technique: Stage 4]

【Teaching combat, breaking through the bottleneck of beheading skills↑】

[Slashing Technique: Level 13↑]

Chapter 121 You are my choice, Cheng!

At the same moment when the panel in front of Fujimiya Makoto lit up, he could clearly feel some strange reaction in his body, brain, nerves, and perception.

The sharp edge that was originally as unbridled as a drawn sword gradually became restrained, and the surging fighting spirit was also stored deep in the heart.

However, it is not wiped out.

Instead, like Iai and Tibetan swordsmanship, this sharpness is hidden in the sheath and continues to accumulate.

Teacher Unohana seemed to have sensed something as well, and her eyes lit up unconsciously as she looked at him.

Sure enough, this is sincerity.

After throwing all his strength into the battle, he was constantly improving himself every minute and every second. The previous and next sword strikes he made were immediately like two different people, as if there were no bottlenecks or levels that could stop him.

That's why it seems so...desirable!

Unohana Yachiru's emotions grew stronger, and the smile on his face grew wider.

"Makoto-kun's Shikai should be more than just this level, right?"

"I still remember what you said before."

Unohana-sensei walked slowly forward, speaking gently, "'As long as one can reach the threshold of third-level spiritual power, even Genryūsai can withstand a bit...' You once said that, didn't you?"

"If it's just the level just now, it's totally not enough."

Fujimiya Makoto looked at Unohana-sensei with a somewhat strange expression.

Even speaking seemed to become a little difficult.

He sighed helplessly, "If possible, I still don't want to use that trick."

It is neither a life-and-death battle nor a blood feud where everyone must be killed on sight.

But instead, they have to risk the threat of social death!

No matter how you think about it, it's not worthwhile.

The only thing to be thankful for is that after obtaining the complete Shikai, his control over the abilities of his Zanpakutō reached a new level, giving him slightly more options.

"Is it really okay, Unohana-sensei?"

Unohana Yachiru, on the other hand, looked at him with an ambiguous smile and said gently:

"To make Cheng Jun so worried, it seems that I, as a teacher, have many shortcomings."

"So...want to make a bet?"

The moment he heard the first half of the sentence, Fujimiya Makoto couldn't help but tremble.

But wait until the second half of the sentence comes out.

"bet?"

The smile on Unohana Yachiru's face gradually faded, and his originally gentle face also became cold, turning into a cold murderous intent. The depths of his eyes seemed to be surging with a sea of ​​blood made up of the blood of countless people, and even his voice became calm.

"Teacher, let's bet... Cheng Jun can't cut me."

"Then I have no choice, right?"

Fujimiya Makoto smiled like this, but his hand was already on the long and narrow sword of the Purification Game.

【Yousheng·Free World】

The corresponding words appeared in front of him in a form that was almost identical to the system panel.

It's just different from before.

The words "World of Pleasure" were transformed into "World of Freedom".

Correspondingly, different options appeared in the 'script of this game' that was originally forced to be decided by Xiao Podao.

【Teaching until dawn.avi】

My tutor is too harsh, so I can't study well.

【Inner Dojo】

【Hypnosis Academy! 】

Images that kept popping up and flashing like pop-up windows appeared in front of Fujimiya Makoto's eyes.

He could clearly feel that he could decide which familiar world to enter today through his own will.

It’s a pity that none of them are serious.

At the same time, these imaginary worlds no longer exist only in the minds of the two people, but are reflected in the real world.

The only good thing is that these 'scripts' can only be seen by the two of them.

As the controller, Fujimiya Makoto can clearly feel every bit of change in his Zanpakutō.

Whether it is the change in the number of scripts, from not selectable to selectable, or from a world of joy to a world of freedom.

All of this indicates one thing - Fujimiya Makoto's 'authority' is increasing.

At the same time, if the original "script" can be described bluntly as a personal fantasy, it can be described as a person who only changes everything in the imaginary and illusory world in his mind.

Then, with the emergence of [Bounding the Truth and Determining the Falsehood] and [Tracing Causes and Reversing Effects], Fujimiya Makoto has gradually gained the ability to turn the "script" into "reality" in a certain sense.

He could feel it clearly.

Although due to my current lack of power, these plays can only be presented to a limited number of affected people.

However, if we wait until his strength gradually grows, then...

These seemingly absurd scripts, which are made entirely of imagination, can probably be given a world concept by him, thereby distorting "reality" at will, right?

"World invasion...?"

"It's all the other world, please spare me."

Fujimiya Makoto sighed softly, but his fingertips had already decided on one of the scripts.

This is...the most suitable place for him to fight Unohana-sensei.

Almost at the moment when the fingertips fell, Xiao Podao's childish and lovely voice rang in the ears of both of them at the same time.