In Soul Society, love and bond begin

[Free World: Dojo]

【Theme: Open! Free! Explore!】

[Background: The master of the dojo, who has survived thousands of battles and remains undefeated, has once again attracted a female swordsman who has taken the initiative to approach him.]

[Rules: You can choose to win first and then surpass, or you can choose to surpass first and then win]

[Note: Xiao Podao is concerned about your kidneys! ]

Unohana Yachiru quietly watched all the changes in front of him.

Although, since a long time ago, when Chengjun first touched the power of "Shikai", she had imagined the child's mental world in her mind countless times, and even imagined it as exaggerated as possible.

However, after seeing all this suddenly appearing before his eyes, Unohana Yachiru realized that his imagination and creativity still needed to be developed.

The door to the dojo opened inward, and Fujimiya Makoto stood in the middle of the wooden floor, his eyes slightly closed, showing neither sadness nor joy.

However, on both sides of the dojo where he stood, there were fruits hung and tied up with dark red ropes in various strange ways.

Most of these people had exaggerated expressions, rolled their eyes, and had disheveled hair. They were tied up and fixed in place in all sorts of strange postures, as if this method was deliberately used to highlight their failure. Only their bodies were still trembling occasionally due to instinct, and there were traces of dryness left on the floor.

Under their feet are the challenge time and number of failures.

Unohana Yachiru looked at the feet of a woman beside him.

[Seventh place: Rika Akasaki]

【Osaka Megami-ryu without permission】

[Challenge time: September 5, xx]

【Sixteen Moves】

It seems as if this strong contrast is deliberately used to show off the martial arts skills of the dojo owner.

Unohana glanced at him casually, and her eyes looking at Fujimiya Makoto were suddenly filled with some subtle emotions, which was quite piercing.

"That's amazing, Makoto-kun."

"In every sense of the word."

"..."

Fujimiya Makoto opened his eyes with difficulty and let out a long breath.

That expression of neither sadness nor joy almost ruined the effect.

His little broken knife.

Or you might as well just kill me sooner?

So, if Unohana-sensei didn't really want to see it, he wouldn't want to let the teacher enter such a place.

but......

"Qiang."

Fujimiya Makoto slowly drew his sword from his waist.

At the moment the sharp edge of the blade was revealed, Unohana Yachiru, who had originally been attracted by the surrounding scene, noticed the drastic change in spiritual pressure between the two.

Fujimiya Makoto said, "To be honest, I've wanted to know this for a long time."

He raised the blade in his hand and pointed the tip of the blade at Unohana Yachiryu.

"If the teacher is at the same spiritual pressure level as me, how big is the gap between me and the teacher?"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking.

The number "three" appeared above their heads at the same time.

"I see."

Unohana Yachiru was slightly moved and looked down at his own slender fingers: "Is it possible to forcibly balance the spiritual pressure of both parties?"

"only..."

"If I lose, will it be like that?"

Unohana-sensei's gaze was still fixed on the 'exhibits' on both sides of the dojo.

At this moment, Unohana Yachiru's eyes, which were always as unfathomable as an iceberg floating on the sea, finally revealed a little bit of fear and sinister expression.

If, originally from her perspective, she was just measuring Chengjun's current length and shortness as a teacher.

So, even she had to be extremely careful when faced with this kind of Shikai situation.

No matter how much he doesn't care about love jade and etiquette, Unohana Yachiru definitely doesn't want to become like the people on both sides.

absolute!

Fujimiya Makoto didn't say anything else. He held the long sword in his hand horizontally in front of him, lowered his body slightly, and looked directly in the direction of Unohana Yachiryu.

There was a raging fire boiling in my chest.

If I can defeat Unohana-sensei...

[Love Bond], can it be achieved?

Just by having this thought, the blazing fire that he himself didn't know where it came from became stronger and stronger.

[All of this progress brought about by Yuwang will be advanced within the script at a speed ten or a hundred times greater!]

【Because, this is 'Her' world.】

At that moment, a light ignited in Fujimiya Makoto's eyes.

The wooden floor beneath my feet broke and lifted up toward the back.

Fierce white waves spread from front to back.

Fujimiya Makoto's crouching figure disappeared in an instant, and the whole person was like a black line sliding along the ground, charging towards Unohana Yachiru.

In his heart, there was only the desire to win and... the hope!

Unohana Yachiru's eyes flickered slightly, but a smile suddenly appeared on his thin lips. The short knife in his left hand was like a blue dragon emerging from his sleeve, and he slashed towards Fujimiya Makoto's neck without hesitation, attacking the enemy and saving him.

The sword in the other hand was like a crescent moon, drawing a swaying curve in the air.

The total length of the blade of the Imperial Purification Technique is more than four feet. In the era of cold weapon combat, an inch longer is an inch stronger. Before the crescent-shaped blade could fall, the blade in Fujimiya Makoto's hand had already broken through the distance of several feet and slashed towards Unohana's wrist.

"Qianglang——"

The short blade returned to defend, making a sharp sound of metal clashing.

Fujimiya Makoto raised his wrist almost at the same time as he caught the blade, blocking the falling crescent arc with the middle of the blade, while his feet kept moving quickly, passing by at an almost close distance.

The friction between the double-edged sword and the large sword created a series of golden flames.

However, at the moment of brushing past each other, Unohana used the force to bounce off the blade like a waltz, and swung out the two blades in her hands, one long and one short, and slashed towards Fujimiya Makoto's waist and abdomen at this extremely close distance.

The tip of the knife was knocked away by the helmet of the handle.

When both parties turned around, almost synchronized smiles of excitement appeared on the faces of the master and disciple, and they collided again.

Even Uenohana Yachiryu herself didn't notice how bright the expression on her face was unconsciously.

Although the opponent in front of him was a disciple he picked up from outside;

Although the original purpose was just to see the Shikai that his disciple was proud of;

Although I had originally planned to let him grow for a while longer, and wait until he reached his fullest stage before savoring his deliciousness...

Although, there are many althoughs.

but!

Unohana Yachiru could no longer bear it.

The knife flashed and sparks flew.

The fighting in a small space was elevated to a level close to art.

Every movement, every interaction, and every step forward of the two people were carefully chosen as if they had been calculated countless times by instinct.

There are no extra reasons.

Just because, one wrong step means failure and death.

However, the more dangerous and extreme the situation was between life and death, the more it seemed to stir the deepest nerves of Unohana, making her excited, shocked, and making her feel deeply that she was still alive!

This is the battle she wants!

With death as the stakes, he dances on the almost limit string high in the sky with an equally powerful opponent.

If you are not careful, you will end up like the pigs tied up with ropes on both sides of the dojo.

If I lose to Makoto, with the terror that he constantly suppresses and hides in the deepest part of his heart, as a teacher, I'm afraid I won't be able to escape either, right?

In fact, it may even turn into something even stranger.

I can't imagine that outcome.

Unohana couldn't help but open her eyes wide, but her pupils were highly constricted.

If you fail, you will become a slave belonging only to Makoto...

Is this a peril deeper than death?

simply......

It's so scary that my blood seems to be boiling!

This feeling!

How long has it been since I felt so happy?

really!

Unohana Yachiru's thin lips couldn't help but curl up, and her black pupils reflected the figure of Fujimiya Makoto, who also seemed to be on fire.

You are my choice.

Sincere.

Compared to the pain, mutilated limbs, and death that are common on countless battlefields...only a 'monster' like you can bring me a different sense of impact!

Under this constant and extremely strong emotional impact.

Unohana Yachiru was completely unaware that at this moment he had been completely freed from his restraints and was truly in a state where his spiritual pressure was completely equal to that of Fujimiya Makoto.

Go all out!

Or rather, she had noticed it, but was unwilling to stop for even a second.

Modo Modo Modo——! ! !

Never stop, Makoto.

Until the moment I defeat you, or you defeat me!

Unohana Yachiru was completely immersed in Fujimiya Makoto's world, so much so that he couldn't help but want to push the limits of this battle to the climax!

She opened her mouth subconsciously, and driven by the instinct of fighting and excitement, she burst her spiritual pressure to the peak in one breath.

"——Swastika! All done!"

Chapter 122 How Do You Want Me to Be Patient?

As early as when Unohana teacher gradually untied the shackles that she had bound herself, Fujimiya Makoto realized the change in the situation.

Whether it was speed, strength, reaction, or sword skills, they were all displayed without reservation.

It was not until this moment that Fujimiya Makoto truly realized the value of "Yachiryu".

Even with the same level of spiritual pressure, he had no advantage at all when facing Unohana's double swords.

All the restraining traits were released, and his physical condition was stretched to the extreme under the influence of these almost extreme traits.

However, I still cannot touch the deepest part of Unohana-sensei.

This indescribable pressure made him feel like a fire was boiling in his heart.