In Soul Society, love and bond begin

In the blink of an eye, it was the day when Fujimiya Makoto and Unohana Sensei had an appointment to fight.

The woman in white sat quietly in the deepest part of the world.

Waiting for someone to come.

......

Chapter 177: Master and Disciple (Part 1)

The lowest level of Soul Society's underground prison, Inferno.

There is no sound or color, no object and no self.

Absolute darkness and silence permeated the depths of this underground space, which may have existed even older than the Soul Society.

The only ones who can appear here are those terrifying beings that existed in the history of Soul Society, who were so powerful that no one could kill them at the time and could only try their best to seal them.

But now, there is only this endless darkness left.

Time kills everything.

However, there is a lot more movement in Wuxian today than in the past.

"Da da da."

The crisp footsteps came from above and below.

As the sound fell, a dazzling light was ignited along with it.

Sitting in the center of the pitch-black space, Unohana Yachiru slowly opened his eyes and looked in the direction where the voice came from.

Fujimiya Makoto was still wearing the slim-fitting Shiba suit, holding a sword in his hand, and slowly appeared in front of Unohana teacher.

They looked at each other speechlessly.

Once their strength reaches the level of the two of them, even joining forces would pose the danger of overthrowing Soul Society.

The only place of battle that can guarantee the safety of others is this hell that has gone through countless years and is still as solid as ever. It can even trap and kill countless powerful people in the long history.

"Clap."

Fujimiya Makoto snapped his fingers lightly.

Then, the cold spiritual fire was ignited far away from the two of them, reflecting the deep gaze of Unohana Yachiru not far in front of them.

As if she had noticed his gaze, Unohana stood up from where she was, her long black hair cascading down like a waterfall, forming a sharp contrast with her snow-white skin.

She slowly circled around Fujimiya Makoto, holding a katana in her hand, and said in a cold voice:

"Although from the first time we met, I realized that Cheng Jun's achievements would probably exceed my imagination."

"But when this moment finally arrived, it still felt a little unreal to me."

"Your excellence is beyond my imagination."

"Sincerity."

The straw sandals fell to the ground, making a slight rustling sound.

Fujimiya Makoto couldn't help but feel emotional when listening to what Unohana teacher said.

To this day, he still remembers the scene when he first met his teacher.

The ignorant young man who had been alone in a hellish place like Zaraki for who knows how long, after breaking out of the Shura hellish fighting field for the first time, immediately met a woman who could be called a king even among Shuras.

With the courage of a newborn calf that is not afraid of a tiger, he moved forward bravely and drew his sword at her without hesitation.

After that, even Fujimiya Makoto himself had thought about it.

If I knew from the beginning that the other party was the Unohana Yachiryu from a thousand years ago, would I still have the courage to swing the knife at her?

Thinking this, Fujimiya Makoto pressed three fingers on the hilt of the knife and took a step forward.

"Actually, I'm the one who should be thanking you." His voice was steady, just like his steps. "It was because of that one encounter with you, my teacher, that I gained the courage to draw my sword against anyone in this world."

How can a man who punches a tiger be afraid of a hound?

It was the appearance of Unohana Yachiru that shattered all his awe and illusions about the so-called 'plot' and 'roles' of this world.

At the same time, it was her favor and guidance that laid the foundation for Fujimiya Makoto to move forward rapidly.

At least, in this world, no one's kindness can be greater than that of the woman in front of me.

In this case, he must of course respond with the utmost courtesy.

As if sensing the vague determination in his heart, Unohana Yachiru's eyes suddenly flashed when she looked at him.

The two people who were circling each other stopped at the same moment.

"Qianglang——"

The clear sound of the sword being drawn pierced my eardrums.

The dazzling sword lights intersected with each other at the same moment.

Fujimiya Makoto's feet suddenly released an astonishing spiritual pressure, and his figure disappeared from the spot like an afterimage.

"boom!"

Lean forward with your right foot on the ground.

The blade light like a silk thread slashed towards Unohana Yachiru.

"Zhengzhengzheng——"

Dozens of blades collided with each other, and amid the sound of metal friction from the two sides constantly pulling each other, the sparks flew into shining arcs in the dark space, rapidly spreading outwards, without dispersing.

[The desires suppressed deep in the hearts of lovers can only bloom into the most dazzling sparks when they collide! ]

[Slashing Technique +5]

Even though he has already reached level 16, is there still such a huge gap between him and Unohana-sensei?

This thought flashed through my mind.

The moment the blade swung open, Fujimiya Makoto swept towards Unohana's sleeve.

He still remembered the small knife that stretched out from the wide sleeves when the two of them first fought.

However, the moment he glanced over, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a faint smile on Unohana's face in his peripheral vision.

Suddenly, a sharp sound of breaking wind rang in Fujimiya Makoto's ears.

Kick?

Unohana's long legs, which were always hidden under her robe, suddenly twisted and flew up, revealing a section of her snow-white calves from under her pitch-black kimono skirt. A faint light flashed between her white tabi and straw sandals.

Fujimiya Makoto subconsciously leaned back on the iron bridge.

"laugh!"

A sharp blade shot out from under her feet, sweeping through the air like a silver chain, causing the pure white feather robe to flutter in a smooth arc.

Immediately afterwards, the sword in her hand also made a half circle along with her body, slashing down from top to bottom.

"clang."

There was a muffled sound.

At the moment when Fujimiya Makoto was struggling to deflect the knife, the voice of Unohana-sensei rang in his ears:

"Is this what you're looking for?"

Almost at the moment the sound rang out, a sharp sound cut through the air and extended from the wide sleeves of Unohana Yachiru's left hand.

The foot-long dagger stabbed straight into Fujimiya Makoto's heart.

However, before the tip of the knife could pierce his clothes, Fujimiya Makoto twisted his body and swung his arms, raising his left hand forward, and with a muffled sound, the direction of the dagger was deflected, causing an air explosion in mid-air.

In just this brief gap, Fujimiya Makoto had already adjusted his body shape, and his right hand struck out lightly like thunder, slashing across.

The short spear in Unohana Yachiryu's hand was spinning and twisting, pointing horizontally in the direction of the blade, while the katana in the other hand shot out from bottom to top without hesitation. Her fighting style was that of exchanging injuries for lives, which was completely different from her usual gentle and generous demeanor, and was extremely violent.

But when it comes to risking his life, has Fujimiya Makoto ever taken a step back?

He kicked without hesitation.

"one foot!"

There was a deafening roar, and the two people who were fighting against each other flew back more than ten meters under two streams of white dust.

On Fujimiya Makoto's chest, the black Death Hatchet was cut by the blade, leaving a long mark from the right shoulder to the left abdomen. The wound was very shallow, but it continued to bleed.

Unohana Yachiru pressed his sunken left rib with one hand, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, but a smile slowly appeared on his face.

"Yes."

"This is the fight I want."

She straightened her body, pressing her left hand on her lower abdomen and ribs, emitting a bright green light.

The sunken bones were easily connected, and the blood from the corner of his lips was wiped away.

There was a hint of hoarse excitement in his voice.

"Pain, fear, excitement, desire..."

"Under the threat of certain death if a single flaw is revealed, he unleashes his power faster and stronger than ever before."

"You and I are the same kind."

"Sincerity."

The moment the words fell, an enormous amount of spiritual pressure that was difficult to suppress emerged from the surface of Unohana's body, like floating particles, constantly surging rapidly in the rising air flow.

Until it burst into the sky and turned into a stream of light that went straight upwards.

No hesitation, no reservations.

Only the clash of life and death.

This is what Unohana Yachiru has always longed for, a duel of blood and swords.

The moment these words fell, Fujimiya Makoto no longer controlled the boiling spiritual pressure in his body, and released it with all his might, allowing his spirit body and soul to reach the peak they could reach under the infusion of this spiritual pressure.

"Rumble--"

Two streams of spirit light that continued to surge upwards illuminated the entire dark hell.

The spreading air waves intertwined and squeezed each other in the constant collision and contact. The mere collision of breath caused the vast and boundless bottom layer of hell to begin to vibrate slightly.

This seemingly tiny shock, after being transmitted to the entire Soul Society, turned into a torrent that seemed to destroy the world, causing the Soul Society to tremble and shake constantly.

Many Death Soldier soldiers looked around in confusion, not knowing where the change had occurred.

Only the captains in the center of each squad's barracks could vaguely perceive some information from the collision and outpouring of spiritual pressure.

Many people looked up in surprise in the direction where the spiritual pressure came from.

A look of astonishment appeared on his face.

Squad 6 barracks, captain's office.

Saito Bulaobusi, who was squatting on a chair and reaching out to grab the pastry from the plate and stuffing it into his mouth, was eating it with great enthusiasm, as if he wanted to bite the mung bean cake in his mouth to death as if it were some idiot, when he suddenly stopped.

The girl raised her head towards the direction where the subtle spiritual pressure came from, and a trace of confusion appeared in her one eye.

"This seems to be the spiritual pressure of Makoto and that woman?"

"Ha ha--?!"

"W-why didn't anyone tell me!?"

Deep in Saito's one eye, he couldn't help revealing his uncontrollable confusion and anxiety.

A life-and-death duel between first-class spiritual powers and first-class spiritual powers.

Even in the history of Soul Society over millions of years, this is extremely rare.

In the past, she would never miss this kind of fun.