In Soul Society, love and bond begin

"Anyway."

"No matter what strange things happen, everyone will think it's normal, right?"

"..."

"Senjumaru!!!"

Chapter 171 Virtual Form

"Really?! Hurry up!"

"The honey is so sticky!"

Seeing that bastard Fujimiya Makoto was being affectionate with that woman Shutora again, Miss Saito, who was in charge of role-playing at the side, immediately became unable to sit still.

Shouting loudly in the direction of the two of them.

This was in line with Shutara Senjumaru's wishes, and the elegant beauty smiled as usual:

"Anyway, that's what happened."

"Do your best, Makoto-kun."

Fujimiya Makoto's voice was immediately blocked in his throat.

The next moment, Shutara Senjumaru's fingertips suddenly pointed towards him.

"Click rub rub —"

The blade rope tied to Fujimiya Makoto began to cut through his body like a slowly starting chain saw, from slow to fast.

Despite being covered in steel, Fujimiya Makoto could still clearly feel the cool touch of the metal blade as it passed through his body.

The speed is getting faster and faster.

However, the current Fujimiya Makoto is no longer an ordinary office worker in his previous life. The mentality he developed after experiencing countless battles has allowed him to devote his mind to his body almost without reservation.

He knew very well that what Shutara Senjumaru said was right.

Since Steelskin can exist.

There is no reason why it cannot be used in other aspects.

Blur...?

The moment he thought of this, Fujimiya Makoto, who had been exuding a lazy air, suddenly looked stern.

Although the power of death no longer existed in his body, he still burst out with an extremely fierce aura.

After countless life-and-death battles, his energy and spirit have already been accumulated to an incredibly high level under the accumulation of the [Wall of Sighs].

Saito Furuoshi, who was facing Fujimiya Makoto, felt the intense concentration almost instantly, and a faint light appeared in his one eye.

There is a play!

This thought came to Senjumaru and Saito's minds at the same time.

At the same time, Fujimiya Makoto did feel a power completely different from the power of death surging inside his body.

However, it is different from the black spirit that he can use as easily as his own arm after countless times of tempering.

At this moment, the spiritual pressure in his body was like a wild beast lurking in the deepest part of the human body, frantic, violent, and completely uncontrollable.

However, it was precisely this chaotic power that formed some special rules in his body.

If the Shikai and Bankai of the God of Death are the light of the soul, they are the enlightenment and sublimation that comes from the deepest part of a person's heart.

Then, the existence of the power of emptiness is like the ascension of completely disordered flesh and blood, which forms a qualitative change through huge accumulation, and thus achieves some almost accidental progress in countless garbage piles in a manner similar to a genetic garbage dump.

Steelskin is such an 'evolutionary coincidence'.

Completely out of control.

However, because of this...

The way to use this power is like it is engraved deep in the instincts of living things.

“Rub, rub, rub—”

The blade rope wrapped around his body had already reached a point where it was impossible to see with the naked eye. Countless fine flying blades wrapped around his body and connected into one, causing a series of flying sparks when they scratched the steel.

My ears were filled with a dense, harsh sound.

If you look closer, you can see that those special flying blades have already pressed deeply into the young man's seemingly delicate skin, leaving large and deep marks.

The clothes on his body had already been torn into a mess.

"Hey! Shudra!"

Saito's heart tightened as he watched this scene. He couldn't help but care about the large piece of honey under his feet. He couldn't help but stand up from the sofa and shouted at Shutara Senjumaru, "You promised me just now, didn't you?"

"Something like 'it'll definitely be fine'!"

"Makoto doesn't have the power of death right now!"

"do not move!"

Shutara Senjumaru always looked confident that he would win.

She looked at Fujimiya Makoto with his eyes closed. There seemed to be a bright light shining in his beautiful eyes, and even his breathing seemed to become heavier.

This is what comes from the body of the God of Death...

"coming!"

Almost at the moment this thought arose.

Deep in the eyes of the elegant beauty, she suddenly caught a glimpse of pure white fireflies flashing behind Fujimiya Makoto like a firefly.

The voice blurted out.

Saito Bulaobushi was stunned at first.

The next moment, Fujimiya Makoto, who was entangled in ropes, suddenly raised his head forward.

A line of animalistic pupil suddenly flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"Zheng——"

The young man's figure suddenly disappeared from the rapidly rotating blade lock.

The special spell drawn on the ground glowed with dazzling brilliance.

At that moment, a gust of wind blew in her face, and a ragged young man appeared in front of her as if he was unstoppable, with his arms open, embracing her in a completely unyielding embrace.

The moment he realized this action, Saito subconsciously wanted to reach out and stop it.

But as if he had discovered something, he suddenly stopped.

"thump!"

Then, the two of them fell to the ground at the same time, making a dull sound.

Large amounts of sticky honey flew up and splashed all over the two of them.

However, Saito was not paying attention to the fact that his leg was being pulled, but was staring blankly at Fujimiya Makoto's face.

"Makoto?"

"Eh?"

When he heard the voice, Fujimiya Makoto himself was startled and looked up at her in confusion.

Before the two of them could figure out what was going on, Shutara Senjumaru quickly walked forward and crouched in front of Fujimiya Makoto. While his two bony hands were stroking Fujimiya Makoto's face, another two bony hands quickly stretched out, forming a frame, and captured the situation on his face with two clicks.

At this moment, the dignified smile on the elegant beauty's face could hardly be maintained, and she was filled with the excitement that was unique to a research fanatic and was about to overflow.

"I see!"

"Could it be possible that the symbol of the power of the Hollow, naturally attached to the spirit body of the God of Death, would appear in this form?"

"Or perhaps, the human soul itself has a hollow side, and becoming a hollow is simply the complete expression of this side?"

Shutara Senjumaru completely ignored the two people who were still confused. He used his last pair of bony hands to hold Fujimiya Makoto's little face tightly, and got very close to him. His deep gaze seemed to lick his face, as if he wanted to record every tiny feature of his at the moment, and at the same time he was muttering all kinds of guesses.

"Hey! Hey—stay away from him!"

Before Fujimiya Makoto could come to his senses, Miss Saito had already stretched out her little hand covered in honey and forcibly dragged Senjumaru away from Fujimiya Makoto.

There was a red blush on Saito's beautiful face that was immortal and looked quite dissatisfied.

Wasn't Senjumaru too close to Makoto just now?!

However, Fujimiya Makoto was now staring at the spirit particle frame formed in Senjumaru's bony hands.

In the center of the frame, his current appearance was reflected.

I saw that the left half of his originally fair and handsome face was now red as if it had been burned. The large patch of red spread from his ears to his nose and forehead, like a large spot branded on him.

From the left side of the forehead, there even extends a single horn that winds towards the sky.

The pupils in the eye sockets appear vertical like those of a wild beast.

Neither looks like a Hollow nor like a Death God.

At the same time, he himself didn't feel anything at all.

Looking at this scene, Fujimiya Makoto's heart couldn't help but tense up and beat a few more times.

He naturally recognized this posture.

In the Thousand Year Blood War arc of the original work, Kenpachi Zaraki's Bankai form is a 'beast' mode similar to the current one - he has lost all reason and self-control, but can burst out with a deformed state of power that even his body cannot withstand.

"Makoto?"

"Cheng!"

As if noticing his daze, Saito called out to him several times.

Fujimiya Makoto immediately came to his senses.

However, it was just a brief pause, and the feeling of power bursting out from the body quickly faded away like the tide.

Naturally, the void power surrounding him also began to die out like a flame without fuel.

The marks on his face also faded away quickly, gradually returning to their original appearance.

Only Shutara Senjumaru pounced on him like a grudged woman who was just one step away from reaching the top. Her six bony hands simultaneously grabbed his body tightly, and her entire slender figure seemed to be pressing down on him. Her voice was tense and cold, and she spoke at an astonishing speed:

"Hold on a little longer!"

"Just hold on for a while longer, I'll be fine soon!"

“Wait a minute—!!”

When he said the last word, Senjumaru's voice almost broke.

Unfortunately, no matter how she tried to keep him, Fujimiya Makoto's horn had already been absorbed into his body. No matter how his bony hands touched it, there was no trace left, leaving only the smooth, white skin and full of collagen on the young man's forehead.

Fujimiya Makoto looked at her with a helpless expression.

"Well, I couldn't control it."

For the first time, Miss Senjumaru glanced at him with such resentful eyes, like an unsatisfied middle-aged wife. She let out a long, sad breath and sighed:

"Makoto-kun."

"If you keep giving up so quickly, you won't be able to satisfy a greedy woman like me."

"Shut up!"

Even someone as innocent as Miss Saito could sense the unpleasantness in these words. She interrupted loudly, standing between Senjumaru and Fujimiya Makoto, extending her claws like a cat guarding its food, baring her teeth.

"Who Makoto wants to satisfy is none of your business, right?!"

Shutara Senjumaru glanced at her and didn't even bother to argue. They were completely on different wavelengths.

The elegant beauty just lowered her head and looked through the few photos she had just taken, nodding secretly.

At least this experimental phenomenon verified part of her hypothesis.