In Soul Society, love and bond begin

The sound I heard was almost like a blur of white noise, full of whirring, burning and exploding sounds;

Every inch of his skin could feel the temperature that was about to heat his entire body;

Deep in his mouth, there was a smell of rust that suddenly rose from the depths of his throat as his whole body exerted force at the same time!

As the blade slashed upwards and sliced ​​through the air, in Fujimiya Makoto's peripheral vision, he could almost catch the wisps of incandescent white smoke that "flowed" at an excessive speed as the blade in his hand tore through the air, breaking through the limit.

Head straight for the stream of flames slashing down from above.

Collision!

"Boom-"

Hong Zhong Da Lu is also the sound of a heavy hammer hitting a drum.

The moment the overlapping blades collided, everyone present, whether it was the officials in the distance or the captain standing on the platform, felt their heartbeats speed up at this moment.

The low roar spread continuously along the earth. Under this huge impact, the solid soil and rocks became as soft as rolling waves, leaping uncontrollably.

The ground beneath Fujimiya Makoto's feet suddenly collapsed, and the position where he was standing seemed to have become shorter.

The pouring fireworks engulfed his entire body in an instant, and the hundreds of meters of empty ground behind him were torn into pieces by a straight fire dragon.

Together with the huge experience bonus on the panel, it also clearly shows the terrifying gap between the two people.

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On the high platform, Saito's one eye suddenly tightened, and his petite body subconsciously became as tense as iron.

However, the moment she noticed the still vigorous spiritual pressure deep within the flames, the girl's heart couldn't help but relax a beat.

However, Saito cursed subconsciously in a low voice:

"This stinky old man!"

Unfortunately, Yamamoto probably doesn't have time to deal with these few words of gossip.

He looked at Fujimiya Makoto, who was being held down by his sword, and his tone was as calm and steady as before, only his voice was rising:

"Is this all you can do?"

"Cheng!"

"clang--"

The blades crossed, and Fujimiya Makoto threw away the terrifying force in his hands and retreated backwards.

Yamamoto's blade landed in the air, easily shattering the stone bricks within a radius of dozens of meters. Large areas of land were so fragile that they collapsed like scattered building blocks pushed over by naughty children.

However, neither Fujimiya Makoto nor the old man Yama looked back.

When their eyes met, the only thing left in their eyes was the other person.

The three-sword agreement has already been fulfilled by two.

However, is Fujimiya Makoto the type of person who would not fight back when being beaten?

He stared at Yamamoto, his slender fingertips sliding across the blade in his hand, and the pure white standard shallow sword turned into a wild sword with black and red mixed together.

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

"Imperial Purification Drama!"

Although in order to maintain his innocence in public, he had no choice but to use some excessive means.

But...

Even he, Fujimiya Makoto, has the ability of Zanpakuto Kouya that he can proudly introduce to his relatives and friends and actually use!

"Don't underestimate people."

"Smelly old man."

Fujimiya Makoto held the large-curved Nodachi diagonally in both hands, leaning forward slightly with a mocking smile on his face:

"You can't take my knife!"

【Determine if it is fake】

Almost as soon as the words fell.

Nearly one third of the spiritual pressure that had been thriving in Fujimiya Makoto's body due to his Shikai suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

He took a step forward.

First, he walked forward slowly, then accelerated, and finally reached his fastest speed, with his entire body almost sticking to the ground, so fast that it could not be captured by the naked eye.

The long hair that was casually tied up at the back of the head was pulled into a taut flag at super high speed!

Under a certain almost regular force, the spiritual pressure was constantly compressed and compressed, almost coating the dark blade of the Purification Game with a layer of luminous "film".

Until the moment when it slashed towards Yamamoto like a waterfall.

Fujimiya Makoto was like a stupid kid spinning in circles with a large hammer in his arms.

I tried my best and had to post it!

Yamamoto, who also noticed this, was stunned at first, but then his smile became more intense, and even the thick black beard on his upper jaw was shaking slightly.

Almost simultaneously, the flame on the blade in his hand gradually converged and quickly condensed into the depths of the blade, forming a dark red fluorescence covering the surface of the blade under suppression.

Then, he swung it towards Fujimiya Makoto without hesitation.

A blade that gives its all should be responded to with a blade that gives its all as well!

Then, the pure white and crimson light collided with each other.

Da Yin Xisheng.

Kurayashiki Ryoma, who had been concentrating on the battlefield from beginning to end, was suddenly blinded by the sudden flash of light, leaving only a vast expanse of white in his eyes.

The captains on the platform sensed the exaggerated spiritual pressure reaction and leaned forward at the same time. Saito was so anxious that he stepped on the railing with his feet and almost rushed out.

The hearts of everyone present seemed to be gripped tightly by the scene before them, and even their breathing stopped.

Only Unohana Yachiru still had his hands in his sleeves, quietly watching the scene happening before him.

Until, he seemed to notice something.

She raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Boom--!!"

The spreading sound waves vibrated continuously and finally turned into a sound that could be received by the eardrums, causing many people present to feel pain from the inside out.

However, everyone was still staring at the center of the battlefield.

When the aftermath of the spiritual pressure dissipated along with the smoke and air currents, Fujimiya Makoto and Yamamoto were still standing there.

The blades have already separated.

Just maintain a confrontational posture.

"thump."

In the end, it was Fujimiya Makoto who knelt on one knee first.

At that moment, the scorching flames engulfed half of his body, burning the right half of his Death Trooper outfit clean, revealing his dark red and black skin. Even the edges of Fujimiya Makoto's long hair, which had not been trimmed for a long time, were curled by the high temperature, giving off a faint smell of burnt hair.

It looks miserable.

Obviously, the gap in absolute strength cannot be concealed by any tricks or abilities.

However, Fujimiya Makoto, who was half-kneeling on the ground, slowly revealed a faint smile on his face.

Yamamoto stood there quietly.

Below his left eyelid, there was a long, deep cut that ran straight down his face to the base of his ear.

Bright red blood slowly flowed down from the wound, staining half of his face.

It doesn't seem that impressive.

Yamamoto stretched out his hand, dipped his fingertips in the blood, and held it in front of his eyes.

"Another... scar worth remembering?"

He lowered his head to look at Fujimiya Makoto.

Coincidentally, Fujimiya Makoto also looked up at him.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni gave him an unabashedly generous smile, patted Fujimiya Makoto's shoulder vigorously, and looked as if he had let go of a heavy burden. He slowly exhaled:

"Fujimiya Makoto."

"I approve of you."

......

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【Slashing Technique: Level 15↑】

[Bottleneck Stage of the Killing Technique: Stage 5]

Chapter 148: What a troublesome man!

Shadow, Soul Society.

Buzby lay quietly on the stone bed, his eyes closed.

Whether compared to the real world or the Soul Society, the world where the shadows reside seems extremely monotonous and boring.

Apart from sleeping and exercising, these first batch of 'advances' sent here can only come into contact with the people around them.

Not only that.

The air, the sun, and the earth were all in absolute stillness, without the slightest change.

Although the various needs that humans have have been greatly reduced for them, the Quincies, they will still feel bored after staying there for a long time.

This is especially true for someone with a hot temper like him.

but......

Buzby thought to himself, his eyelids silently raised a slit.

Haschwalth was reflected in his vision, standing quietly outside the door, his sword still held high.

If there is anyone in this shadow world who can still maintain his previous habits and constantly improve himself, it is probably only this idiot, right?

"laugh."

Thinking of this, Buzby curled his lips subconsciously, straightened his waist and jumped up from the bed, sat cross-legged on the bed, and muttered softly:

"...I won't lose to you."

Quincies naturally need to train their physical fitness on their own, but compared to their physical body, they pay more attention to the control and application of external spirit particles during meditation - this is also one of the most important ways for most Quincies to improve themselves when they do not have a "Zanpakutō" and cannot rely on the reward of Lord Yhwach.

Compared to ordinary people, Buzby is actually an absolute genius.

Although he had only been a spiritual soldier for a short time, he could already easily extract most of the spiritual particles within a radius of 100 meters during meditation.

However, compared to his 'goal', it was still far from enough.

Bazby sat there, meditating, trying desperately to snatch the free spirit particles from Haswood who was holding the sword.

However, the moment his soul touched Haswood's surroundings, it was as if it had hit an iron wall.

Completely unshakable.

No matter how hard he dug, he could not get the free spirit particles controlled by Hasward out of his control.

Even if one of them was concentrating on meditation and the other was still holding his sword, the gap between them was so big that it was almost unmatched.

Buzby sat on the bed, sweat beading on his temples.

It was not until this moment that Hasward, who was practicing sword stance, seemed to notice something.

He turned his head and glanced expressionlessly in the direction of the inner hall, then thought for a moment, and while maintaining his sword stance, he pretended to inadvertently relax a little bit of his control over the free spirit particles around him.

Thus, a few almost imperceptible strands of free spirit particles were finally "snatched" into Bazby's hands with great difficulty.