In Soul Society, love and bond begin

[Saito! Kadori! Unohana-sensei!]

「I’m going to stack everyone up like three burgers and eat them all up! ! !」

【None of you can escape! 】

Fujimiya Makoto suddenly frowned and stopped Xiao Podao's deadly mouth.

Unfortunately, when he raised his head, the only thing reflected in his field of vision was Miss Saito, who was laughing in anger.

Standing on the big pit above the heads of several people, the old man on the mountain looked at Que Bu with a somewhat puzzled expression, with a hint of obvious doubt in his eyes.

——Is this the Fujimiya Makoto you described as 'deeply in love' and 'devoted himself to love'?

Quebu's face was as black as a coal ball.

Not a word.

At this time, only Unohana Yachiru, who had truly seen the "big world" from Fujimiya Makoto, could remain calm.

However, when she looked at Fujimiya Makoto, her eyes still danced slightly, flashing with the light called 'excitement' and 'joy'.

If we put other factors aside for now.

Just now, Cheng, who was fighting with Shikatari, was already firmly standing on the edge of the top of the second-level spiritual power, right?

If this level can be maintained for a long time...

Thump, thump.

Unohana Yachiru pressed his heart inadvertently, but his face was already showing an expression of fighting spirit that was difficult to control.

"The Flower of Mao."

As if sensing the high-pitched, passionate emotions, Yamamoto reminded in a calm voice.

When this voice sounded, Unohana was stunned at first, and then she seemed to suppress her emotions helplessly.

Isn't it time...?

The crazy beauty lowered her eyes, seeming a little lost.

But in the end, he took a step forward and crossed a distance of several hundred meters.

When he appeared, he was already beside Fujimiya and Saito.

"Unohana-sensei?!"

Noticing a familiar figure appearing beside him, Fujimiya Makoto finally discovered something was wrong - this underground space was a one-way isolation from spiritual pressure reactions!

If that's the case, then when he was naked just now, wasn't it...

The moment he realized this, Fujimiya Makoto suddenly raised his head and looked at the edge of his head with his naked eyes.

The serious-looking old man in the mountains, his black coal-like body, and dozens of shadowy figures who were still watching the excitement were looking down at the scene below from a high vantage point.

Everyone was smiling.

In an instant, Fujimiya Makoto was petrified on the spot.

His innocence is gone.

Chapter 145: The Unknown...

"Uh-"

In this world, the Quincy's wounded camp.

Inside and outside the tent, there were shrill wails.

The pure white Quincy uniform was stained with blood, turning it a bright red.

The busy rescuers hurriedly shuttled along the paths between the camps, diagnosing and treating as quickly as possible, and then rushed to the next place.

Only pain, sorrow and death remain on this earth.

The war between the Shinigami and the Quincies may seem like a fight between a small group of strong men, but in reality it is still a fight between the weak who represent the 'majority' of both sides.

However, whether in the captain's meeting report of the Shinigami side or in the summary of the Stern Cross Knights of the Quincy side, these people who were wailing, suffering, and slowly walking towards death were all just rows of black and white numbers.

Even though they are flesh and blood people.

The four words "survival of the fittest" are always present in every gap in this world where one may face death.

Some people wail, some suffer, and some regret their actions.

All kinds of negative and strong emotions filled the center of the camp, spreading among this group of Quincies who had returned to the real world from the Slashkai with great difficulty, but were still facing imminent death.

until......

"Clap."

The pitch-black boots stepped on the muddy path.

One step after another.

The mournful howling in front of the camp suddenly stopped, as if the neck was strangled or the throat was blocked.

The air of sadness that permeated the entire camp seemed to stop spreading at this moment.

Many wounded soldiers who were about to lose consciousness in pain seemed to be attracted by some force, and they all looked outside through the gaps in the tent curtains with hope in their eyes.

They all held their breath at the same time.

What appeared in the vision of these wounded was a "black" mixed between pure white and bright red.

Long hair, beard, cloak, and boots.

They all appear in stark contrast to the people around them.

Without any words, everyone present knew the other party's identity. Even the unconscious wailing stopped and they looked quietly in the direction of the person who came.

Yhwach was as calm and confident as ever.

Even after withdrawing from Soul Society to rest, he seemed to have never suffered any setbacks and still looked like he had everything under control.

He is also the long-lived ancestor of the Quincy, His Majesty the only Emperor of the Empire of Light, a cold-blooded god who has visited this cruel world.

Almighty, powerful, final, supreme.

But now, the eyes of these injured spirit soldiers looking at him were no longer as fanatical and loyal as before the expedition.

All the passion in this world will return to rationality, but some people need calm thinking, while others need to see with their own eyes the reality that is more cruel and direct than pouring cream into a puff, so that they can become a little sober.

Obviously, the vast majority of the spiritual soldiers present belong to the latter group, which is not very smart.

That is why their gazes are hesitant and evasive.

However, Yhwach seemed not to notice the different looks from the people around him. He walked along the path in the wounded camp at a measured pace, neither fast nor slow, listening to the sounds that kept coming from all around him and then gradually quieting down.

Saidrid and Pique followed closely behind Yhwach.

He ignored the gazes and wailings around him.

They don't care about the lives of these weak people.

However, the person walking in front of them didn't seem to think so.

"despair."

The black boots stopped in front of an open-air camp and looked at the wounded soldier lying on the simple straw mat on the ground. Even though he had approached here, he was still making low wailing sounds.

There were two people lying on the straw mat.

One of them was lying straight on a straw mat, with the entire right half of his body stained with blood.

Even standing far away, one could clearly see that the opponent's right arm and right leg had been severed at the root, and most of his face was also destroyed, with the entire face sunken inward. His consciousness was probably on the borderline between pain and coma.

Only the instinctive wailing sound still came out of his mouth, like a low hum from the depths of his soul, sobbing and complaining.

“Mmm, mmm…”

The other person curled up beside him was a man with a broken arm.

He lay prostrate on the straw mat, motionless.

Yhwach stood in front of the two of them, quietly looking at the seriously injured soldier whose half body was destroyed.

For others, it is probably hard to imagine, right?

In this situation, what kind of power can support a person to continue wailing.

However, Yhwach inexplicably felt the same way.

"Saïdriz."

"My subordinate is here."

Yhwach looked at the dying soldier and said calmly, "Do you know what people think about in the deepest part of their soul when they are in extreme pain?"

Saidritz seemed a little puzzled. He turned to look at his Majesty the Emperor and pondered for a long time.

"I don't know."

Yhwach smiled and said:

"Yes...I don't want to die."

"Even if I'm crippled and useless, I still want to survive."

Just like when he was born.

Even if I have no five senses, no limbs, even if my heart stops beating.

However, as long as the soul is there, there are still thoughts in the consciousness.

Then the desire to "survive" will never diminish in the slightest - it is a will that is imprinted in the deepest part of a person's soul like a genetic instinct.

It is because I have experienced it personally that I feel it so deeply.

As Yhwach spoke, he walked towards the injured man on the ground.

Saidritz still didn't understand and said puzzledly:

"Your Majesty, what do you mean...?"

Before he could finish his words, he saw Yhwach extending his hand towards the man with the broken arm.

next moment.

Like a waterfall surging backwards, spirit particles continuously poured out of the armless man's body and gathered in large quantities in Yhwach's palm.

Before the spirit particle could stay for a few seconds, it passed through his hands again and was injected into the body of the seriously injured soldier who was not even conscious.

The half-destroyed body began to grow new parts at a speed visible to the naked eye. The brain and head were also repaired rapidly. The empty and scattered pupils refocused and consciousness was restored once again.

However, the man with a broken arm who had been quietly crawling on the other side was now completely gone.

It's almost like...

Being 'disassembled' and put into another person's body.

Saidriz watched this scene.

No matter how many times you have seen it, you still can't help but sigh in admiration.

The spiritual soldier who was almost dead first stood there in a daze, as if he had not yet fully woken up. Until he saw his limbs being completely repaired, he seemed to suddenly realize something and knelt on the ground with tears of gratitude. Even his voice was not clear, and he just crawled completely under the black boots.

Yhwach didn't even glance at him again. He turned and walked away, continuing his previous words:

"In that case..."

"Then grant their wish."

The moment he finished speaking, a surge of spirit particle vortexes suddenly erupted in the wounded camp behind him.

One after another, the spiritual soldiers watched helplessly as their companions around them burst out with astonishing spiritual light all over their bodies, which floated and scattered like a whirlpool, and then poured into their own bodies or the bodies of other companions, filling their defects and pains, and erasing the sorrow and pain that emerged in their souls.

Become a healthy, complete person again.