In Soul Society, love and bond begin

"Master Fujimiya, I didn't tell any lies!"

The little kid bit his tongue guiltily, his eyes wandering around, as if trying to find a few ants moving to observe carefully.

"Get away!"

Fujimiya Makoto kicked him on the butt, pushing him several meters away, and he staggered to the tail of the main group.

"When you come back, I'll show you how I'll deal with you."

"hey-hey!"

Kuryashiki Ryoma smiled awkwardly and responded vaguely twice before turning around and quickly following the direction of the troops in front.

After running a few steps, he suddenly stopped and waved at him.

The long sword slung over the little boy's back looked out of place no matter how you looked at it.

Fujimiya Makoto didn't say anything, but just watched the scene quietly.

Until Kuryashiki Ryoma was gone.

His expression then turned serious.

In the 28th and 29th districts of East Ryuhun Street, located in the central part, extremely large-scale spiritual pressure fluctuations were detected again.

However, the Development Bureau's test results did not immediately detect any traces of spirit particles belonging to Yhwach and several powerful Quincies that appeared in the last war.

For safety reasons, the old man in the mountain led a large army to meet the enemy.

Several captains who were previously selected as the "Yhwach Blocking Force" and hundreds of Death Soldier soldiers from the Third Division Support Team were left behind in Soul Society.

Fujimiya Makoto, who belongs to the 'Yhwach Second Line of Defense', was naturally chosen here as well.

"how?"

Shutara Senjumaru stood beside him and teased, "A guy like you actually worries about others?"

"Isn't that a sure thing?"

Fujimiya Makoto replied nonchalantly, "So, if a small-scale force breaks into Seireitei as predicted in the plan, Senjumaru, you must remember to hide behind me."

"If you die, I'll have a headache."

"..."

Hearing his blunt words, the elegant woman standing next to him seemed stunned for a moment, her eyes fixed on the young man.

Red lips pursed slightly.

A smile appeared unconsciously on her pretty face, but she quickly withdrew it and pretended to be indifferent:

"Cheng, you only know how to say nice things to the women around you."

Fujimiya Makoto tilted his head and looked at her: "I am serious."

"If there weren't Senju Pills, there would be no way the 'Hypomaru' could be produced in such a short time, right?"

The next tool person as useful as her will not appear until at least a few hundred years later.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw a bony hand holding something, and it forced its way into his arms and put down a small black bag.

"Eh?"

Fujimiya Makoto was stunned for a moment, holding the small black cloth bag that looked like amulet in his hand, and turned to look at Senjumaru in confusion:

"what is this?"

"诱辱辱辘——"

The wheels under Senjumaru's feet turned towards the gate, and even the sound was clear and cold:

"If you don't want to die, keep my amulet with you."

"——What a troublesome man!"

Fujimiya Makoto looked at her back, then looked at the amulet in his hand, couldn't help but smile, and replied in a low voice:

"Yes Yes."

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Chapter 149 My Hands Are Slippery

"Death——"

The ears were filled with the sound of broken roars and flying saliva. The crowd of people, a mixture of white and black, was a scorched mess. Everyone was brandishing their weapons with all their might, stabbing at each other's fatal parts without mercy.

The eyes are blood red.

The sound of metal clashing could be heard everywhere.

And the miserable wails of those who were lying on the ground, dying.

Sano Shise was one of the last batch of Yuanliu students before the team was established, and his previous grades were not very ideal.

Now, after going through rounds of wars, he has survived to this day and has become a glorious low-level officer.

Although there are only eighteen seats, he is qualified to lead five subordinates.

However, after that round of dense rain of arrows, only two people were still following closely behind him and charging forward.

There were scarlet marks on Sano's shoulders, left arm, and thigh, staining the black fabric of the death suit red.

But he seemed to be completely unaware of the pain, with bloodshot eyes, and he stepped on the corpses under his feet and ran forward without a care.

The tip of the knife pointed straight at a Quincy spirit soldier who was drawing the bowstring towards him.

"Soon-"

An arrow made of spirit particles flew out.

Sano pursed his lips tightly and swung his knife along the arrow's path almost instinctively.

The blade collided with the arrow tail, slightly deflecting the arrow that was originally flying towards his chest and abdomen, and it passed along the side of his neck, leaving a deep mark.

At this time, Sano had already approached within several meters of the other party.

Take a deep breath.

Another spirit soldier screamed and thrust out his spear, but he dodged it by sticking to the spear shaft. He spun around and got close to him, then swung out two swords as fast as a round dance, and a bright light flashed in the air.

Immediately afterwards, blood splattered into the air.

However, before Sano could catch his breath, a gust of wind suddenly sounded beside him.

"Sano's eighteen seats!"

The soldiers behind him reminded loudly.

Sano quickly turned around and raised his blade in the direction of the sound.

"clang!"

The heavy hammer fell from above.

Appearing beside Sano was a tall Quincy spirit soldier who was about two meters tall.

At this moment, the other party was looking at the opponent in front of him with a grin.

"Go to hell! Death!"

Sano held on with difficulty, the blade and hammer collided repeatedly, and scattered flames splashed.

The Death Soldier following behind him finally arrived, roaring and swinging his blade at the spiritual soldier.

However, before he could touch his body, he was kicked hard in the chest and abdomen, and fell to the ground with a dull sound.

"Dashi!"

Sano's eyes widened, and he swung the blade in his hand with all his might.

But the absolute gap in strength cannot be made up by courage.

Until finally, he was forced to retreat back repeatedly under the heavy hammer, with blood oozing from his mouth and nose due to the huge force.

"Zheng!"

When his strength reached its limit, the blade in his hand could no longer be held tightly, and it was smashed away by the hammer, spinning and falling to the side, and stuck into the ground with a puff.

Is this my limit?

Sano thought unwillingly.

In the sound of the wind, the hammer head was getting closer and closer in the field of vision.

Just when he almost gave up hope, Sano's pupils suddenly shrank.

The spiritual soldier wielding the giant hammer seemed to have noticed something and his body suddenly stopped.

"Crack!"

The next moment, a furry ball that was even bigger than the spirit soldier and looked like a polar bear suddenly opened its bloody mouth.

Bite off.

The splattered blood splashed on Sano's face, and even his pupils seemed empty.

The spiritual soldier who was showing off his might just now now only had his shaky lower body left.

He fell to the ground with a thud.

"This is......"

"Hungry Corridor?!"

He had just recognized the Zanpakutō when he saw a short figure suddenly rushing forward and slamming into the crowd. With a cold gaze, he led a group of terrifying hungry corridors and devoured all the enemies around him.

Sano sat down on the ground with his legs sore, looking at the little guy who was killing everyone in the crowd, and couldn't help but let out a bitter sigh.

Is this... true genius?

It's really embarrassing.

However, at this time, Kuryashiki Ryoma had no time to care about what his companions whom he rescued were thinking.

Just the concentrated fight had exhausted all his energy.

What's more, even if he knew what the other person was thinking, he would probably just smile helplessly.

The only thing more outrageous than a genius is a pervert.

"Clang!"

When Kuryashiki Ryoma heard the voice, he suddenly raised his head.

Even the blade in his hand stopped for half a second, and he looked in the direction where the sound came from.

A hungry corridor froze in place, its gaping mouth unable to close.

Longma's gaze couldn't help but freeze.

The tall man standing in front of the Hungry Corridor supported the upper jaw with one hand and stepped on the lower jaw with one foot, stretching the huge mouth of the Hungry Corridor to its maximum. Even the edges of the red mouth were slightly torn, but the sharp teeth were completely unable to pierce his skin.

“Click… click click…”

"Tear--"

Amidst a series of almost ear-piercing tearing sounds, the Hungry Corridor was easily torn into two by the opponent.

Blood sprayed.

Two furry lumps of meat were thrown to the ground.

"No strength, boy."

He turned his head slowly. Although he was in the chaotic battlefield, he had a natural demeanor as if he was taking a leisurely stroll in the garden.