In Soul Society, love and bond begin

"With such a high spiritual pressure reaction, it's all over in an instant?!"

Comparatively speaking, he, one of the five former noble families who has not yet fully grown up, has only just touched the edge of second-level spiritual power.

"What a dangerous bunch of guys."

"Bang!"

He knocked down the person behind him with another punch and said irritably:

"Go away!"

"Can't you see I'm already annoyed?"

......

The battlefields everywhere felt the final burst of fire from the tail flower dangerlang, and the reactions were all different.

Even though Fujimiya Makoto had already revealed the contents related to the 'Soul King's Power' to the Gotei 13 in advance, the gap in absolute strength could not be resolved by taking it seriously or not.

What's more, these Quincies possess "rule-based" abilities, which are relatively more difficult to deal with.

Fujimiya Makoto had read the original novel and seen the few people who were left when the first captain surrounded and killed Yhwach. He knew how tragic this war that took place "a thousand years ago" was, so he was naturally mentally prepared.

However, it is not so easy for people living in this era to accept.

You know, the total length of the Battle of Soul Society lasted for many years, and the number of high-level combat casualties on both sides was only in the single digits.

The vast majority of them were killed personally by Yamamoto, a supermodel-level figure.

The situation is completely different.

As for the degree of contempt that the Soul Society people have for the combat power of the real world, it is actually a secondary factor.

Now, the only one who can remain calm is probably Fujimiya Makoto himself.

As if noticing his expression, Shikatori Baunsai turned to look at Fujimiya Makoto, a puzzled look flashing under his plain pair of large glasses.

"Sincerity."

"Did you foresee the current situation?"

"Absolutely not."

Fujimiya Makoto shook his head and spoke frankly, "However, after seeing the previous Quincy's ability, since I myself possess the ability of the 'rule-based', I have some guesses."

"If everyone in the Quincy is in a similar situation, there's a good chance some... monsters will appear."

He seemed to have trouble finding the right words to describe this kind of people.

"Because just like my [Purification Game], the rules themselves are not subject to any restrictions."

"So, as long as the corresponding rules are applied in the right direction, it will be possible to launch an attack that most people cannot cope with."

"I'm afraid this kind of 'rule' can only be dealt with by 'rules'."

Fujimiya Makoto's voice was faintly dull.

Even though he had anticipated the current casualties, and in order to prevent the Spirit King from discovering any "abnormality" in his identity, he selfishly did not use his "foresight" to inform everyone of the details in advance.

However, when he truly felt that someone he once knew had died, his emotions were inevitably turbulent.

A little regretful.

When Shikatori Bakunsai heard Fujimiya Makoto's words, he seemed to be slightly touched and murmured:

"Rules...?"

The girl's fingertips subconsciously touched the hilt of the knife at her waist.

The two of them talked quietly as they walked into the front door.

As early as when Obana's spiritual pressure suddenly disappeared, the two of them received a summons from the old man on the mountain.

Obviously, they already knew their next order.

as predicted.

When Fujimiya Makoto and Shikatori Bayunsai walked into the First Squadron's barracks, they saw the old man sitting quietly on the ground with a sword across his legs.

Seeing the two of them enter the door, he got straight to the point without saying anything:

"Sincerity."

"With your ability, are you sure you can kill that guy?"

Fujimiya Makoto said frankly: "It depends on luck."

"If it's a rule that counteracts each other, that would be best."

For the first time, Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni looked directly at the young man in front of him so seriously. He was silent for a long time, just looking at him, as if he was feeling his emotions through this eye contact.

Until the end, Fujimiya Makoto just looked at him calmly without dodging at all.

Finally, the old man sighed softly, "If only I could give you more time to grow."

Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni always believed in it.

As long as Fujimiya Makoto is given enough time, with his talent, he will definitely grow into a strong man who can rival himself.

Unfortunately......

The world is not so gentle.

Hearing these words, Fujimiya Makoto seemed to be able to sense the uneasy emotions deep in Yamamoto's heart, and suddenly smiled:

"But please don't worry."

"Old man."

Hearing this name, Quebu, who was standing behind the old man Shan, froze at first, but then he sighed softly, looking quite helpless.

Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni's expression paused, and his originally sharp eyebrows and eyes unconsciously softened a little.

This was the first time in a long time that Makoto had spoken to him using such a casual address.

Fujimiya Makoto smiled and said, "My luck has always been pretty good."

"So, leave it to me."

After hearing his words, the old man's expression finally turned firm - or rather, he was no longer an indecisive guy, and he never valued anyone's life, including his own.

"The five Fujimiyas obey orders."

"Yes!"

Fujimiya Makoto half-knelt on the ground.

The old man said solemnly, "Go to the Fifth Division's front station and be responsible for stopping the incoming enemy!"

"Yes!"

......

The other side.

Due to the rapid mobilization on the front line, the Soul Society was in chaos at this time.

The mobilization of several teams and the command of thousands of people should not have been that difficult for the Gotei 13, which had been at war until recently.

However, after a large number of new people joined after the war, the progress was still slowed down a lot.

"Hurry up!"

"I'm talking about you. Where are your backpacks and water bottles?"

"Have the supplies arrived?"

"Report! This is the 13th Division's reserve... Oh, that's the 9th Division over there."

The noisy sounds mixed together.

The current Gotei 13 do not have any standardized troop procedures, and most people act on their own.

In this environment, a group of uninvited guests sneaked into the city silently.

"Hello, Haschwalth."

"Is this really okay?"

Buzby followed Haschwald and asked in a low voice, "Isn't that the headquarters of the Grim Reapers ahead?"

As he spoke, he turned to look at the group of small fry beside him with a slightly hesitant look on his face.

"I'm not afraid of anything..."

"However, with just a bunch of us, how can we fight against that kind of monster?"

Buzby lowered his voice unnecessarily.

Because the leader of the team, 'Saint Text B. Babel', had not prohibited any of their actions from the beginning. As long as they followed closely behind the team, no one would care even if they had a party on the road.

However, in this team, whether they were Quincy spirit soldiers selected as candidates for the Stern Cross Knights or the elite chosen to forge a new empire, they were all the main force of the original spirit soldier force.

Even now, there are only a few people like him who are spreading unrest in the team.

Hugolan Hasward glanced at him and whispered, "Your Majesty, there is no need for us to die."

"only......"

His eyes swept over the group of people around him, occasionally landing on a few acquaintances, and the emotions behind his eyes were even more gloomy than Buzby's.

"I'm afraid this war is going to be lost."

"Hey Hey hey!"

Buzby was so scared that he quickly covered his mouth: "I was just talking casually, don't say such things!"

He shouted softly and glanced at the front of the queue.

Baber still walked quietly in front.

There is no intention of looking back.

Only then did he relax a little.

However, Yu Gelan did not relax because of this. He just narrated the facts in a low voice:

"Didn't you notice?"

"Including the two of us, everyone in this squad is a rising star among the Quincies in their respective units. They are truly talented individuals worthy of Your Majesty's vigorous training."

"If we go by the quantitative theory, it just matches the total amount of the Stern Cross Knights."

"But we were sent to Lord Baber."

After hearing his analysis, even Buzby reacted and ignored the spiritual soldiers further behind him, turning his attention to the strangers around him.

However, he still had some doubts: "But, if they are people worth training, then why are we being sent to... Wait, are we to be protons?!"

"Don't be stupid."

Yugran Haschwald shook his head: "Between the Shinigami and the Quincy, only one can survive."

"That......"

Buzby wanted to ask more.

Haschwalth suddenly raised his head, looked at the outline of Seireitei approaching in the distance, and said abruptly:

"The most dangerous place is the safest place."

"Right?"

"..."

"Eh?"

Buzby froze.

However, before he could continue speaking, he saw Babel suddenly stop where he was.

He looked at the Seireitei in the distance.

A muffled sound suddenly came from the face covered by the mask and cloth, and the hand pointed forward.

"shadow."