In Soul Society, love and bond begin

But when the name of 'Fujimiya Makoto' appeared among the people in the duel, the girl's heart suddenly began to beat, and an unsuppressible uneasiness arose that had not been seen for a long time.

"Hey! Hey, who's that?!"

Hearing her shout, the door of the captain's office was pushed open by a tall woman, revealing her head and asking cautiously:

"Captain Saito? What are your instructions?"

"When did the duel between Makoto and that bastard Unohana start? Where are they?" Saito threw away his favorite pastry in his hand and spoke quickly.

Upon hearing this, the vice-captain of the 6th Division also showed a confused expression:

"I, I haven't received any such report."

"..."

Saito's voice paused, as if he understood something.

Without any hesitation, she stepped on the window and jumped out of the door, flying into the distance.

The unfortunate vice-captain of the Sixth Division suddenly widened his eyes, quickly ran to the window and shouted, "Captain!? It's still working hours!!"

Of course, Saito was not the only one who felt the aftermath of the battle between the two.

Inside the First Squadron's barracks.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni maintained his Suzhen posture, and each of his strikes was extremely steady and powerful.

However, just as he was practicing as usual, the door was suddenly pushed open from outside.

Chojiro Suzuki's figure appeared from outside, his expression a little anxious.

"Lord Captain!"

"Chenghe..."

"I know."

Before Suzube could finish his words, Yamamoto responded calmly, as if he had anticipated what he was about to say.

The Su Zhen in his hand did not even pause for a moment.

In fact, it is true.

Mugen Hell, as the lowest level of the eight prisons in Soul Society, the key is only controlled by him as the captain.

Suzube was taken aback. "But... both Makoto and Unohana-sama are invaluable combatants to the Gotei 13."

He seemed to want to persuade someone, but when the words came to his lips, he changed his tone.

Yamamoto swung Su Zhen with the final blow.

The wooden sword suddenly turned into powder and scattered all over the ground.

It was as if he concentrated all the force and recoil into the fragile wooden sword in his hand.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni looked at the worried disciple beside him, sighed helplessly, turned around and looked out the window, and whispered dully:

"It can't be stopped."

"How could someone like Unohana endure the fact that her power would never improve?"

"What's more, if we don't take action..."

"She didn't stand a chance."

Quebu was startled when he heard this.

Yes.

If you don't take action now, you will have no chance.

The blade brushed past his cheek, sweeping away a few strands of flying hair, but was stopped by a short thorn just in time. A dazzling light was reflected deep in Unohana Yachiru's eyes, and the blade was drawn in the shadows.

Amidst the constant clanging sounds, the two figures kept intertwining with each other.

The continuous high-intensity confrontation caused the physical strength of both sides to drop rapidly like water.

At the same time, both Fujimiya Makoto and Unohana inevitably had tiny scars on their bodies.

Under the effect of [Spirit King Stepson], the panel of Unohana was already reflected in Fujimiya Makoto's eyes.

——PI——

Name: Unohana Yachiru

Lingwei: First Class, Lower Class, [Talent Shackles]

Four skills:

Slash: Level 99 (100/) [Talent Shackles]

Fist: Level 62 (100/)

Ghost: Level 99 (100/) [Talent Shackles]

Walk: Level 25 (100/)

Zanpakutō: Shizukusuke (first solution)→all ends (Swastika solution)

Talents: Insight, Fanaticism, Fighting with Both Hands, Using the Body as a Sword, Fighting to the Death

--THAN--

The luxurious attribute panel almost completely crushed Fujimiya Makoto.

If it weren't for the support of dozens of diverse characteristics, he would probably have been knocked to the ground by the woman in front of him who was about to reach the pinnacle of kendo the moment the battle started.

But, because of this...

Only then does victory have meaning.

"call--"

Fujimiya Makoto took a few steps back, held the blade across his body, and stared intently at the woman in front of him.

The battlefield torn apart by the two was already full of potholes.

The blood was flowing out of the numerous wounds on his body, making him look as if he was covered in bruises.

But only the two of them know clearly.

This is just the beginning.

Fujimiya Makoto suddenly smiled towards Unohana Yachichi:

"Warm-up, that's all."

"Even Unohana-sensei, I think you'd like to experience a more pleasurable battle, right?"

As if realizing something, Unohana Yachiru looked at the knife in Fujimiya Makoto's hand, and a hint of doubt flashed in his narrow eyes.

Then, he decisively held the blade in front of him and whispered:

【First, let's make a promise. 】

[The first person to reach the peak of happiness will lose.]

Almost at the moment when the voice fell, looking at the malicious smile on Fujimiya Makoto's face, Unohana Yachiru suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Ok?"

Chapter 178: Master and Disciple (Part 2)

The moment this thought arose in Unohana Yachiru's mind, the surrounding environment began to scatter in all directions like the receding tide.

What reappeared in her vision was an ancient battlefield covered in blood and weapons, with countless corpses lying on the ground.

Countless bones were spread across the ground, rusty swords were stuck in the ground, and yellow sand filled the sky.

The only two people standing in the field were her and Fujimiya Makoto.

Fujimiya Makoto stood there calmly.

Behind the young man, opposing skeletons leaned against the door, faintly revealing an indescribable hellish scene in between.

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

"The Imperial Purification Play."

As he chanted softly, the Asauchi in Fujimiya Makoto's hand transformed into a narrow, sharp, black Nodachi. The black and red ribbon fell along the young man's wrist, floating faintly in the cold wind.

From the gate of hell behind him, the faint singing of children's songs came.

Even though he had already seen his Shikai, even so, when Unohana Yachiryu once again faced the Hell's Gate that concealed an unknown power, his mind would unconsciously recall the afternoon when he witnessed the young man in front of him fighting with Yhwach.

But it is precisely because of this that Unohana Yachiru can give his all without reservation at this moment.

"The solution to the swastika is all gone."

Almost in sync with it, a scarlet sea of ​​blood rose up above the battlefield, spreading in all directions with Unohana as its center, easily engulfing large areas of yellow sand and corpses like a tsunami.

The spheres representing the spiritual pressure of the two were squeezing and competing with each other. The drastic changes in spiritual pressure even caused vague trembling traces like low pressure in the air, as if the space was about to be torn apart.

At the same time, the two blades in Unohana's hands, one long and one short, were also overturned by the blood and turned into a stream like a ribbon.

It keeps flowing, covering a large area of ​​ground.

Until the end, the yellow sand and the sea of ​​blood divided the world into two, and an unbreakable collision gap appeared at the junction.

At this moment, the two of them looked at each other with uncontrollable excitement and desire in their eyes.

The desire to fight.

Eyes facing each other.

Unintentionally, even Unohana didn't notice that a faint pink heart-shaped glow flashed from the depths of her and Makoto's eyes at the same time.

"Yousheng, a world of joy."

The sound came from the two people's mouths almost simultaneously.

[Happy World: Super Fierce Battle! Sense Reversal! ?]

【Subject: Fight! Dear!】

[Rules: Pain and pleasure reverse until one reaches the extreme!]

[Note: Who is the S and who is the M? The future throne of the family will be decided by the way the battle is fought! The loser will eat the dust!!!]

This concise and clear rule appeared in Unohana Yachiru's mind almost at the same moment it appeared in front of Fujimiya Makoto.

Then, Unohana-sensei's eyes, which always looked like a waning moon, suddenly widened in an instant.

what? !

Just a moment's pause.

Fujimiya Makoto suddenly took a step forward, and an extremely astonishing spiritual pressure impact erupted from under his feet.

roar!

The figure disappeared.

When he appeared again, he was already behind Unohana Yachiryu.

The pitch-black purification ceremony made a sharp sound of breaking wind in the air, blowing up Unohana's long black hair, making it rustle in the wind.

However, her reaction was worthy of the twentieth-level slashing technique. Her left hand stretched out without hesitation, and while the short blood blade blocked the blade, the long blade in the other hand followed closely and stabbed towards Fujimiya Makoto's chest.

The moment he saw her move, Fujimiya Makoto vaguely pressed down his wrist which was about to be chopped by the short blade.

"Zheng——"

When the imperial purification ritual intersected with the short blood blade, it was like chopping on an iron rod covered in stickiness, unable to slide.

However, before Unohana could move away, Fujimiya Makoto suddenly exerted force downward with his hands.

It seemed that even if he had to withstand the knife that was about to stab his chest, he would still cut a hole in her hand.