In Soul Society, love and bond begin

Yhwach's voice was so weak that it seemed to be floating in mid-air, and could only be barely heard.

"Be careful, the man named Fujimiya Makoto."

"To continue the Quincy's...fire."

"Live!"

Her power was like dust in the air, and her body gradually turned from real to nothingness. Her whole body was like a burning black flame, which burned out as it drifted.

Hearing His Majesty's voice, Hasward suddenly raised his head.

Not only him, but all the members of the Stern Cross Knights behind him also showed a look of astonishment on their faces.

"His Majesty!"

Cang Du couldn't help but shout out.

However, Yhwach had no intention of looking back. He just stood there quietly, stretched out his white little hand, and pressed it on the young man's long golden hair in front of him as gently as a mother.

"—I will definitely return."

Almost at the moment when these words were spoken, Yhwach, who had been dead for a long time, finally disappeared from everyone's sight, his whole body like a dandelion blown by the wind, constantly scattering fine spiritual points.

In the end, only this group of bewildered young people were left.

The moment the cat-eared girl vanished, a faint, ethereal voice echoed through the air, as melodious as a bagpipe:

"Your strength is my strength."

"Your body is my body."

"Your will is my will."

"—I will return."

It's a pity that the melodious and high-pitched singing voice, coupled with a cat-eared girl who looked like she had walked out of a painting, made the scene at this moment impossible to be serious.

Until Yhwach's figure disappeared completely.

There were still many people present with confused expressions.

Buzby spoke blankly, bewildered, "Could that little girl just now really be You... Your Majesty?"

Yaskin couldn't help but mutter, "It's truly fatal, Your Majesty."

Bambietta's eyes widened in disbelief, "Hey, hey, could that be His Majesty's true appearance?"

"What kind of guy did he fight with?!"

"Also, who was that Fujimiya Makoto just now?"

"There shouldn't be a name like that on the Death God's captain list, right?"

However, the other people present were not as heartless as Bomby. Most of them had sad expressions on their faces.

To put it bluntly, the so-called Empire of Light was originally a structure built with Yhwach as the core.

After losing this 'omniscient and omnipotent' core, all the members present who were originally trained as 'tools' became a group of headless flies.

"Hey, hey! Why don't we just break up?"

"Also, before we go, can someone please let me out of this cage?"

Gremi put his hands in his pockets and said nonchalantly, "Since His Majesty is dead, they won't let us, a bunch of rabble, continue to fight against those Death Gods, right?"

As the 'Brain of the Soul King', he had absolutely no interest in anything Yhwach did.

The reason he is here is simply because he is a creation of Yhwach and must obey orders.

Even until now, his body is still imprisoned in a special barrier prison in the deepest part of this invisible empire.

The only thing that can move freely is this imaginary body.

"..."

As soon as this topic came up, many people present became interested.

Although His Majesty is dead, they are still alive!

Moreover, the power 'shared' by His Majesty did not disappear with His Majesty's death.

Before becoming Quincy, most of them were just ordinary people with unhappy lives.

Now, not only has he gained freedom, but he also possesses a powerful force that is irresistible to the mortal world.

If I could return to the real world, wouldn't it be better than living in this dark and cramped place?

However, Hasward, who had just become the 'Emperor's Deputy', slowly turned his head and looked silently at these faintly moved people, his tone calm:

"Do you think you can escape?"

The moment they heard these words, everyone present was stunned.

"Hey, Haschwald!"

"what do you mean?"

Even Buzzby, who had the best relationship with him, couldn't help but speak up, his brow furrowed. "The Empire has already been defeated! Does the God of Death still have to exterminate all of us remaining defeated soldiers?"

"Innocent."

Haschwald's voice was calm, almost indifferent. "Why do you think His Majesty was so confident in saying 'I will definitely return'?"

"Do you really think the power within us has no price?"

"Since even the 'omniscient and omnipotent' Majesty was defeated by the hands of the God of Death, do you think... can the Gods of Death see through this?"

Hearing this, everyone was stunned.

When I thought about it carefully, my back was quickly covered with cold sweat.

Yaskin took a deep breath and said, "That's really fatal..."

"But!" Buzby gritted his teeth, still a little unconvinced. "Do we have to wait here forever until His Majesty wakes up? Hiding in these shadows forever?"

"Do not."

Haschwalth shook his head slowly upon hearing this: "If the Death Gods are really as powerful as I imagined, even this place might be..."

He didn't have time to finish his sentence.

At the top of this world buried deep in the shadows, there suddenly came bursts of fine vibrations.

The sound spread from far away to near.

“No, no way…?”

Litoto pulled the corners of her mouth with difficulty, probably because she thought of something.

At this moment, the remaining members of the Stern Cross Knights finally had no doubts about Hasward's judgment. They all looked at him, waiting for his decision.

Haschwalth let out a slow breath.

"Everyone, prepare to move."

Gerard's face was tense: "But...where should we go?"

Yes.

Even the world hidden in the shadows of Soul Society was unearthed by the other party.

So where can they hide now?

"Hasward!"

Buzby's eyes seemed to be burning with fire, and he clenched his fists tightly. "Give the order! Fight them!"

"That's right!"

"At least die quickly."

Buzby wasn't alone in his impulsiveness.

Being at a loss, most people cannot maintain much rationality.

Not to mention, he was suddenly faced with such a critical situation after the pillar of support in his heart suddenly died in front of him.

"Rumble--"

Accompanied by a dull sound.

The shadow world where the entire Invisible Empire resides is slightly undulating like the surface of a lake rippled by a stone.

Haschwalth alone remained composed.

"Go to Hueco Mundo."

Finally, he spoke like this.

......

A few months later, in the center of the clearing.

Fujimiya Makoto closed his eyes and concentrated.

Miss Saito, who was the coordinate, sat bored in the distance, quietly watching the young man feel the power of the void, her eyes fell on his handsome face, vaguely absent-minded.

This idiot...

When it's quiet, it's still pretty nice.

Saito Bulaobusi muttered to himself.

Just as she was thinking this, she saw streams of pure white flames like willow catkins gathering together, swaying and concentrating in the young man's hands, and finally condensing into the shape of a stick with great difficulty.

However, during this process, Fujimiya Makoto's body will continue to undergo subtle changes.

All these subtle reactions were recorded meticulously by Shutara Senjumaru who was standing not far away.

Until the young man suddenly opened his eyes.

"Saito, it's coming!"

Before she could respond, she saw a surge of virtual power suddenly rising from the young man's body, like a smoke screen, and flying straight up.

The next moment, the figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Miss Saito was stunned.

"thump."

The next moment, Fujimiya Makoto threw himself into the girl's soft arms.

Rubbing cheeks against each other.

"Hey, idiot!"

"Don't hold me so tight."

"You did this completely on purpose!"

The girl was still complaining loudly, but she had no intention of kicking the idiot in her arms away, allowing him to take advantage of her.

There was a helpless expression on his face, as if to say, "I really can't do anything about you."

Only occasionally would his eyes glance in the direction of Senjumaru who was still taking pictures next to him.

Doing this kind of thing in front of others would still make people feel a little uncomfortable.

but...

The feeling of being hugged is pretty good, right?

If it's this idiot.

Miss Saito turned her head and gently scratched her hot cheek with her fingertips.

"Rub~"

"Hey! Bastard!!!"

"Who gave you permission to put your hand in there?!"

As a result, Mr. Fujimiya, who loved to push his luck, finally had a small footprint on his face.

Saito Bakushi's cheeks flushed red. He lowered his head to tidy up his messed-up clothes, glared at him fiercely, and then glanced in the direction of Senjumaru with some guilt.

Fortunately, she didn't seem to notice this.