In Soul Society, love and bond begin

As the monk spoke, he patted Hasward's shoulder heavily with his big hand and walked towards the castle gate in his wooden clogs.

Buzby stared at the scene in amazement.

He wanted to shout, to roar in false bravery, to draw the knife at his waist.

But for some reason, all thoughts were overwhelmed by an extremely strong emotion that seemed to act on the depths of the soul.

All the actions he wanted to take were in vain.

"Crack, snap."

From beginning to end, the big monk didn't even look at him. He passed by the two of them and walked straight to the deepest part of the castle.

Buzbee merely witnessed it all.

The next moment, his consciousness suddenly fell and sank into darkness.

A soldier from the Hyoshubu Department strolled in the dark corridor of the Eastern European castle. The sound of his wooden clogs stepping on the stone bricks made a clattering sound, and most of the spiritual soldiers in the corridor fell to the ground the moment he got close.

As a 'transcendent being' whose skeleton is based on the 'power of the Spirit King', Hyoshube Ichibei's strength is no longer something that can be measured by the limits of a mere 'Death God'.

All the spiritual soldiers around him would begin to collapse from the deepest part of their souls just by meeting him.

However, this method can only be used to distinguish miscellaneous fish.

"Clap."

The big monk put his hands in his sleeves and stopped.

A middle-aged man wearing an eyepatch appeared in front of him with a serious expression.

"Your Majesty has ordered that the distinguished guest please proceed this way."

When Saidriz spoke, it was as if he had not noticed the spiritual soldier lying on the ground. His expression and tone were cold, and his one eye was staring straight at the monk in front of him.

"Oh! Thank you very much."

However, the monk in front of him reacted quite generously, or perhaps... honest?

Saidriz thought about it, but said nothing, just led the way.

Wait until the troops are led into the meeting hall.

In the empty room, there was only a long snow-white table used for noble meetings.

The stained glass on one side of the wall reflects the glass-colored sunlight, illuminating one side of the room but also interspersed with shadows.

The members of the Stern Cross Knights stood upright under the pillars on both sides of the hall like the lowest-level guards, all looking at him with cold eyes, with a hint of threat in their eyes.

However, when the sound of Yhwach's footsteps came from the door, they all withdrew their gazes and straightened their chests again.

To everyone present, Lord Yhwach is the undisputed 'God' in their hearts.

However, Yeahhabach stood at the door for a long time, as if waiting for something.

Long before today came, he had already "seen" what was about to happen today.

In order to avoid this 'result', he had been leading the Quincy to relocate several cities day and night, but no matter which direction he looked in, it all pointed to the same result in the end.

——His 'power' will be sealed today.

However, even he could not see the process of his own 'sealing'.

It was as if this "precognition" was strongly interfered with by some force.

Precisely for this reason, when he saw Hyoshubu Ichibei, even Yhwach himself could not help but have some doubts about his own strength.

only......

Since we can't avoid it, we might as well face it head-on.

As if he had figured everything out, Yhwach closed his eyes and then opened them again.

As an emperor, even when facing such a situation, he must maintain his dignity.

Yhwach walked into the hall and took a seat at the other end.

After just a few pleasantries, Hyoshubu Ichibei's voice continued as if he 'knew':

"I came here for only one purpose."

"Let's sign a non-aggression pact between the Empire of Light and Soul Society, Yhwach."

The great monk looked at him with a smile: "Your power is really too dangerous."

"If it's not restricted, I'm afraid the entire Soul Society will be destroyed easily."

Although there are slight differences in the details.

However, the tone of voice of this damned monk when he spoke was still as he 'knew' it to be - disgustingly arrogant.

"...To prevent the destruction caused by this power, let us set the boundaries!"

"That's a lie."

"Do you think you can control me with that hand?"

"Or rather, do you think I'm some ignorant child who can be easily deceived? Hyoshubu Ichibei."

Yhwach seemed too lazy to continue listening and suddenly opened his eyes.

In the whites of his eyes, there were two pupils moving up and down.

"Oh yeah."

Hyoshubu Ichibei paused, "What troublesome eyes they are."

Before he could finish his words, Yhwach had instantly crossed more than ten meters and rushed towards the monk opposite him, stepping on the table.

However, the huge left hand that stretched across the table blocked Yhwach's way like an insurmountable barrier.

His figure rushed in like a sharp sword.

But immediately afterwards, huge hands that turned into countless foams gathered and grasped him tightly, and his entire body was nailed to the spot.

The voice of Hyoshubu Ichibei echoed from a distance:

"But you're right."

"In the face of the Soul King's true power, you are truly as weak as a child..."

"You will never be able to open these eyes again until you die."

"Be careful and stay alive, Yhwach."

As the voice sounded, the big monk had already tucked his clothes into his sleeves and walked towards the door.

Several figures of the Star Cross Knights suddenly rushed out and headed straight towards the main military headquarters.

"Stop!"

However, Yhwach's voice suddenly rang out.

He covered his eyes and looked in the direction of Hyoshubu Ichibei.

Yhwach silently watched the figure of Hyoshubu Ichibei disappear in the far corridor. Feeling the power blocking himself in his body, he couldn't help but feel a little mocking in his heart.

'See, Father?'

"Your omnipotent power is completely unusable for you..."

"You have given everything for this world, becoming a stone that has lost all will. Is there really any meaning in your existence?"

Yhwach asked himself this question over and over again in his heart.

He was questioning both the dead Spirit King and himself.

He knew very well the purpose of Hyoshubu Ichibei coming here to meet him.

He could also clearly feel the gloom and greed deep in the monk's eyes.

Naturally, the more wedges that stabilize the world, the better.

If he took that path, then the fate of his father, the Spirit King, would be the future he would have to face.

So, can he accept such a future?

"..."

"no way."

"Even if the price... is to accept death."

......

Fujimiya Makoto lay quietly on the bed with his hands clasped in front of his chest.

He placed the Imperial Purification Opera on his chest.

He performed sword meditation with a calm expression.

Since the founding of Soul Society, it was rare for him to be able to enjoy such a holiday. Being able to do nothing every day was really enjoyable.

He dumped all the work within the team onto the unfortunate 'former 5th seat of the 8th Division'.

Of course, there are valid reasons for this.

He had just completed his Shikai, so naturally, he needed to spend a considerable amount of time teaching Xiao Podao the art of pastry shop-style desserts, in order to ensure smooth cooperation for a long time to come. Ever since he had completed his complete Shikai, Xiao Podao seemed to be able to freely enter and exit the Daozen space.

As for taking the opportunity in the world of scripts to personally review certain films that are deeply engraved in your memory...that is another matter.

However, today, before Fujimiya Makoto could start his sword meditation, the childish voice of Xiao Podao suddenly sounded in his ears.

The reminder came so quickly.

【Fujimiya! 】

【Something is coming in from outside! 】

what?

Fujimiya Makoto subconsciously broke free from the sword Zen.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a small Lingzi paper crane perched on the window of his room.

He was stunned at first.

It was not until I felt the traces of spirit particles wrapped around the paper crane that I realized who the letter was from.

When I unfolded the paper, there was only a short, messy line of handwriting.

[No one responded to the neighboring palace, suggesting they've left Soul Society for the first time in a thousand years.]

Fujimiya Makoto's pupils subconsciously shrank.

The 'tool' he buried next to Wang Yue in Ermeiwu had an effect for the first time.

However, it didn't bring any good news.

Fujimiya Makoto walked barefoot to the window.

The paper crane in his hand dissipated into scattered points of light in the thin traces of spirit particles.

He looked solemn.

The horn of war is about to sound.

Chapter 128 This isn't a tabi! !

Just as Fujimiya Makoto was thinking about the letter secretly sent by Meira Suijima and thinking about the upcoming Quincy War, his spiritual sense suddenly moved.

"Who?!"

He turned around nervously and looked towards the door.

At the same time, he waved his palm, scattering the spirit particles that had just shattered into a ball, making their shape completely unrecognizable.

"Hey!"

The voice outside the door first subconsciously increased, and then suddenly subsided. He was as cautious as a thief, feeling guilty: "Be quiet, be quiet!"

When Fujimiya Makoto heard the sound coming from outside, he was startled at first, but then he suddenly reacted and opened the door a crack.