In Soul Society, love and bond begin

But the next moment, her figure suddenly moved within a short distance of Fujimiya Makoto, with her nose almost touching his. Deep in her dark and deep eyes behind the lenses, a hint of vibrant light was faintly revealed.

rare.

Lu Quba Yunzhai lowered his voice, but he seemed to be gradually unable to suppress the excitement in his tone, and endured the conflicting emotions:

"so......"

"Cheng-kun, you must pay me the price."

Chapter 126: Steal your tabi!

"Protect?"

"I?"

Fujimiya Makoto looked at Shikatori Bakunsai in front of him with a surprised expression, as if he was confused about what she said.

Although Fujimiya Makoto does not deny that the first generation of the Gotei 13 had hidden talents, each of the "captains" who survived under the old man Yama and made it to the present day has his own unique skills.

However, after experiencing countless life-and-death battles, Fujimiya Makoto, who was like a fledgling in the past, has already honed his own dominance and courage in the constant threshold of life and death - the level of will of the [Wall of Sighs] has also long been fixed in an extremely high range.

Without being modest, Fujimiya Makoto was prepared to be killed by others the moment he drew his sword.

Whether it's a battle with a Hollow, a battle with the Soul Society nobles, or a sparring session with Unohana Sensei.

Fujimiya Makoto never gave a perfunctory answer.

For a person like him, how could he possibly accept the 'protection' of others?

"Captain Shikatori, what you mean is, you are better than me?"

Fujimiya Makoto asked very seriously, without any sarcasm in his tone, his eyes and gaze were pure and sincere.

This is also the "side effect" brought about after "will" reaches a certain level.

However......

It is this kind of gaze that is tempting enough.

Lu Quba Yunzhai looked at him, a ray of light flashed on the surface of the thick lenses, and his eyes, as clear and simple as a student's, narrowed unconsciously, as if ripples appeared, and his eyes were as thin as silk.

The corners of the girl's mouth also unconsciously curved into a suspicious arc.

Looking at Fujimiya Makoto's eyes, there was an almost uncontrollable 'malice' and 'possessiveness'.

However, the sound that came out from under Lu Quba Yunzhai's trembling lips was as soft and warm as ever, as if all the body's reactions were insignificant.

"...Isn't that a given?"

Almost at the moment her voice fell, a surge of spiritual pressure erupted from the bodies of the two people at the same time, and the spherical outlines of the two people clearly separated the spiritual particles that filled the atmosphere from the heavy power of the two people, presenting large patches of fine light spots like gravity imbalance.

The ground, located in the center of the spiritual pressure clash between the two, suffered a sudden blow. In an instant, it was reduced to powder by the violent collision of their spiritual pressure. The hard stones were also broken into fine powder, which continued to float in the air accompanied by dust.

Cracks as fine as spider webs spread rapidly in all directions along the feet of the two people. Large pieces of debris were blown up by the wind carried by spiritual pressure, making bursts of rustling sounds, like a rainstorm made of earth and stone.

The ordinary Shinigami who were close to the Soul Society were immediately struck by the disaster. Those who were even closer were directly crushed to the ground by the huge spiritual pressure, as if they were wrapped in dozens of times the gravity. Their entire bodies, from muscles to bones to internal organs, were all pulled by the unimaginable force, and they knelt on the ground with difficulty.

The lower-ranking officials who were standing a little further away, or who were more powerful, all watched with lingering fear the scene taking place deep in Soul Society.

Fear and respect coexisted and even overlapped in everyone's eyes.

For the Shinigami, the quantity and quality of spiritual pressure itself is the purest and simplest "violence".

only......

"That person over there is Vice Captain Fujimiya, right?"

"Hey! Idiot! The notice was just posted. It should be Fujimiya's fifth seat now."

"What's the difference between those things..."

"That terrifying commotion just now was actually caused by Lord Fujimiya and Captain Shikatori!"

"Could it be that Fujimiya has also reached the strength of a 'captain level'?"

"Have some respect, idiot!"

The Death God officials in the distance carefully lowered their voices. Even those who knew Fujimiya Makoto from the Yuanzi Academy subconsciously added the title "Sir" after Fujimiya's surname.

The fact that Fujimiya Makoto inflicted a wound on Unohana Yachiryu is still only a top-level secret. Most people are not aware of the related news, and naturally many people have no way of inferring his strength.

However, when they truly felt this level of spiritual pressure at this moment, they already realized it clearly in their hearts.

That's... the gap in violence.

"Hey, hello!"

"Don't block the way, make way for me!"

Fujimiya Makoto and Kakuto Takeunsai were confronting each other here when they suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from behind the crowd.

They both turned their gazes over.

Then, Saito, holding a knife, kicked away the guy in front of him, walked to the edge of the field where the two men were confronting each other, and took a look.

"Humph."

The girl hummed softly.

It seemed that she was sure that the idiot Fujimiya Makoto was not bullied by that bad woman, so she turned around and left as if nothing had happened.

It was as if this trip was just for a look, without any other purpose.

However, before she could say anything, she heard the small broken knife on Fujimiya Makoto's waist suddenly speak. His voice was still childish, and he continued to ask loudly without caring. The voice rang in the ears of the two women almost at the same time.

【Bayunzhai! Bayunzhai! 】

[What price did you ask for Fujimiya? ]

[Using my ability once is exhausting! ]

"Hey, you don't want Fujimiya to be overtaken by that cute, silly girl Saito, do you? 】

[If you want to lock him up in your basement, I can help you! ]

Almost at the moment the voice fell, the expressions of the three people in the center of the crowd changed slightly at the same time.

Saito Furuobushi and Shikatori Takeunsai turned to look at Fujimiya Makoto at the same time.

Fujimiya Makoto widened his eyes, tightly gripping the scabbard in his hand, looking speechless, his face swollen to almost purple.

You're a traitorous little bastard?!

If I don't make you drunk tonight, you will never be my sword!

Miss Bayunzhai looked at him, and her originally sickly smile faded with a hint of amusement. Pretending to want to discuss something, she quietly approached the young man and whispered:

"Really? Makoto-kun."

The warm wind blowing the tip of the earlobe is more gentle than a caress.

However, this one action instantly angered Miss Saito, who had just been standing by, and she shouted loudly in anger:

“Makoto—!!”

The next moment, before Fujimiya Makoto could react, Saito suddenly rushed to his side.

Fujimiya Makoto subconsciously wanted to take a defensive posture, and then he felt the scabbard in his hand was suddenly pulled, and his hand suddenly felt lighter.

He couldn't help but be stunned.

Miss Saito, clutching two pairs of tabi in her hands, turned and ran away on the spot.

Tabi bags are no longer available for you!!

"Eh?"

"Saito! Saito?!"

Fujimiya Makoto looked at Saito Fuumaobushi who was running away with a confused look on his face, then turned to look at Shikatori Bayunsai who was covering his mouth and laughing beside him, with a confused expression on his face.

Scared me.

I thought you were going to steal my little broken knife!

but......

Why do you want to take the tabi back?

Fujimiya Makoto was puzzled.

......

On the other side, Saito held two pairs of tabi tightly in his hands, lowered his head, and jumped into his own courtyard through the gate.

"Saito-sama?"

Miss Qiuzi, who was responsible for serving her on weekdays, saw her figure and called out from afar.

Saito suddenly raised his voice: "Get out! No one is allowed to come in!"

The moment she broke into the room, Miss Akiko seemed to see the profile of Lord Saito.

When she heard that familiar overbearing voice, she was subconsciously startled.

But soon, he agreed immediately.

"Yes."

However, before she could answer, Saito Fulaubushi had already rushed into her room.

"Crack, snap."

Saito casually threw a pair of straw sandals into the yard, threw the tabi in his hand aside, and then his entire petite body fell on the tatami.

He stared at the ceiling with his one eye, not knowing what he was thinking, or perhaps he was thinking nothing at all.

If someone saw her nearby, they would probably be scared too.

For some reason, Saito's cheeks were turning red in large patches. He looked dizzy and his skin was burning.

She originally thought that her emotions had calmed down.

However, when she got close to that idiot Cheng, she suddenly realized...

There is no calming down at all!

"too weird!"

"This is too strange!"

Saito Furuobushi was lying on the ground, but his mind couldn't stop thinking about what that stupid woman Unohana said when she described Fujimiya Makoto's Shikai.

However, the focus of her memory was not on key elements such as 'equal distribution of spiritual pressure' and 'fair duel'.

But...

"Clad in red and white! Tied to a rope! Silver fake accent!"

"Not only the body, but even the feet were tied up in strange shapes!"

"And, different postures..."

Because Unohana Yachiryu's description of the process in the First Squadron's barracks was so detailed that even a fool like Saito was able to memorize a whole string of it in one breath.

Just a simple description easily conjured up an extremely incredible picture in the mind of the passionate girl.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Saito Bakushi's cheeks were getting redder and redder, and he felt like blood was about to drip out of embarrassment. He held the two pairs of tabi in his hands and rubbed his forehead against the tatami, as if he wanted to get rid of all the strange impressions in his head through this method.

"How come no one told me this?"

"Cheng, Cheng took my socks away just to do that?!"

Whenever she thought of that scene, she subconsciously put her face into the picture she had just imagined in her head, with her own tabi on her feet, and Miss Saito suddenly wanted to die.

The girl who always calls herself "old man" is surprisingly innocent.

But thanks to Unohana's explanation this time, Miss Saito, who always only had a vague understanding...

Finally got it!