In Soul Society, love and bond begin

[Ah! The corpse is talking!]

The sound of Xiao Podao is very lively, like a person teasing an electronic cricket.

However, Fujimiya Makoto was not at all relaxed, and his gaze towards the woman became even more serious.

"Beheading, can't even kill?"

"That's natural."

Louise's voice was calm. As the head fell to the ground, she slowly revealed a chilling smile:

"After all, I'd be dead a long time ago."

"..."

Fujimiya Makoto looked at her solemnly.

"Erase it!"

The moment the words fell, her body disappeared and reappeared again.

The beauty's figure stood there, still pure white.

But this time, Fujimiya Makoto finally realized why her body was so completely white.

That is the color of the dead and corpses.

Louise seemed to notice his gradually cooling gaze, and instead of showing any emotion, a gentle smile, as if a mischievous trick had been accomplished, slowly appeared on her pretty face.

"Beautiful, right? My body."

The pure white beauty pulled up her snow-white hair, revealing her small earlobes hidden beneath the hair. Her voice seemed to carry a hint of nostalgia:

"If I were still alive..."

"This body will be softer than it is now."

"pity."

"My husband killed her."

Fujimiya Makoto looked at her calm statement, and a trace of fear arose in his heart. He seemed to feel some inexplicable change in spiritual pressure, giving him a strong sense of oppression.

However, Louise continued to speak gently:

"That's too much, isn't it? I'm still so young."

"Just because the kingdom was destroyed, I have to die with his family—even though I was captured by that man as a trophy."

"Erase it, erase it..."

"Erase all those who made me like this."

"As I slowly approached death, I prayed and longed like this countless times."

"Can you understand?"

At this point, Louise lowered her head and whispered:

"My share..."

"The hatred when being killed!"

The moment the sound gradually became uncontrollable, Fujimiya Makoto finally realized the problem and immediately turned to move further away.

Almost at the same time as he took a step to escape, strands of pure white threads continuously rushed out from Louise's body like a net, forming large webs that covered an area of ​​hundreds of meters like a spider web.

The next moment, she suddenly clenched her fists.

So, the ground, air, dust, and living things within a radius of hundreds of meters.

All broken apart.

Transform into the purest 'nothingness' in this world.

The violent spiritual pressure gushed out from the body of this pure white woman, seeming to shake the atmosphere.

The flame-like spiritual light flowed and surged from the inside out, covering her originally dead eyes with a layer of swaying light. The long pure white hair scattered behind her head seemed to be on fire, floating continuously in the gentle breeze.

Except for the ground where she stood, the surrounding soil was worn away, forming a huge pit that stood alone.

The spirit particle behind Louise transformed into a flying stream of fire, forming a shape like a single wing.

Both of his hands, one on the left and one on the right, were covered with a layer of pure white fire.

Her voice came from far away, so indifferent as if she had given up all emotions.

"so......"

"Since the day Your Majesty bestowed upon me the power."

"I've made up my mind."

Louise slowly raised her head and looked straight in the direction where Fujimiya Makoto appeared:

"Never, will it be erased by anyone again."

The moment she raised her head, Fujimiya Makoto's heart suddenly sounded alarm bells.

Is this...the Quincy's final form?

Just as this thought arose in his mind.

Fine lines of spirit particles suddenly emerged from the surface of Louise's already snow-white skin.

A single wing flapped behind him.

"Soon-"

In just a flash, Louise's figure disappeared and reappeared.

Close at hand.

Fujimiya Makoto's pupils shrank into pinhole-like points.

He suddenly pulled out a sword from his waist and stopped the slender hand pointing towards his face.

Xiao Podao cursed loudly in a childish voice.

[Oh! Damn it!]

In just a moment of crossing each other, Louise stopped.

Fujimiya Makoto's body followed the force of the push and slid dozens of meters away, leaving a long trail of smoke and dust on the ground.

Looking at Fujimiya Makoto's receding figure, the smile on Louise's beautiful face became softer.

"You shinigami only have one weapon in your life."

"Right?"

Hearing her words, Fujimiya Makoto looked down at the Asado in his hand.

At this time, only the lower half of the sword connected to the handle remained in his hand.

The entire part that came into contact with the palm has disappeared.

If it's not blocked.

What has disappeared now is probably his body.

As if deliberately trying to increase his despair, Louise said softly:

"Please experience this, Death."

"...the taste of death."

However, there was no trace of fear on Fujimiya Makoto's face.

He shook off the half-finished shallow-shot in his hand, turned his head to look in Louise's direction, and asked with some doubt:

"Didn't you Quincy understand anything before you came to attack Soul Society?"

"It's about the way the Grim Reaper fights."

"Ok?"

As if she noticed the sudden change in Fujimiya Makoto's tone and thought of something, Louise looked at him with a hint of contempt.

"Bankai?"

"That toy-like thing."

"Let me see it for myself."

It was precisely because she had seen Obana Danjoro's Bankai before that her tone was so calm.

Compared to the great power bestowed by His Majesty,

The power of the god of death is nothing.

But she didn't understand.

Even between the gods of death, there are huge differences.

The gap is as huge as that between Fujimiya Makoto and other perverts.

So, Fujimiya Makoto raised the broken sword.

"is it?"

"Then please look forward to it."

"...my toys."

Behind him, a giant door, half of it happy and half of it sad, loomed, revealing a dark abyss just like the depths of his heart.

[When, when, can we meet again? ]

【Meet at dusk during the Obon Festival! 】

[Finger crossed, finger crossed, don't lie! ]

【Those who break their promise will be crushed to pieces! 】

[Go ahead, go ahead, the path to the gods.]

【Offer a memorial service to the fate of karma! 】

The enchanting sound of nursery rhymes kept ringing out from behind the door, as if pulling at one's soul.

Fujimiya Makoto looked at the woman opposite him quietly, muttering:

"Wandering in life, dreaming of death, binding truth and determining falsehood, tracing cause and effect—"

The moment the Zanpakuto's release words reached Louise's ears.

Fujimiya Makoto suddenly raised his head.

Their eyes met their fingertips, and pink hearts appeared in their eyes.

"—The Imperial Purification Play!"

Suddenly, Louise, who possessed the power of the Spirit King, felt as if her whole body was entangled by some strange power.

It was as if she was about to be pulled into the deep door behind the man.

Chapter 136

Almost at the moment when Louise had this illusion, the surrounding environment suddenly changed.

The large area of ​​ground that had been swept away was like a spreading wave, continuously spreading from near to far, forming layers of waves, like ripples.

Fujimiya Makoto stood not far in front of the woman, a slow smile appearing on his face.

The blade, which was obliterated until only half remained, slowly stretched out into the shape of a purification ceremony, dropping a black and red ribbon and transforming into a four-foot-long sword.

His voice seemed to overlap with the small broken knife.

【First, let's make a promise. 】