In Soul Society, love and bond begin

Unohana Yachiryu had seen this kind of fighting style of exchanging life for injury countless times over the long years, and his way of dealing with it was extremely experienced.

With a twist of her left wrist, she was about to deflect the tip of his blade.

In this way, at the moment he was stabbed in the chest, at most a small cut would be made on his wrist.

But, how could Cheng...

The moment this thought flashed through Unohana Yachiru's mind, Yufuyeki had already stabbed her wrist with a blade that was much longer than an ordinary sword.

A subtle smile flashed across Fujimiya Makoto's face.

"Well?!"

Almost at the moment when the blade pierced his forearm, Unohana Yachiryu's body was suddenly struck by lightning, and he couldn't help but stop in place for a moment.

The long blade that was thrust forward by his right hand also stopped.

It stopped less than an inch in front of the young man.

But it is difficult to make any further progress.

Fujimiya Makoto slowly retracted the blade in his hand and looked at the teacher in front of him with a calm expression.

At this moment, Unohana Yachiru couldn't stop the sweat from dripping down her temples.

The long-lost feeling of shock went straight through the brain from the wound, causing the body temperature to rise continuously and large patches of blush to appear on the face.

Unohana Yachiru, who usually had a cold face, suddenly tensed up and her cheeks became as rosy as peach blossoms.

Even Fujimiya Makoto had never seen this scene before.

"Huh...huh..."

"It's really Makoto's style."

After slowing down a bit, Unohana Yachiru raised his head with difficulty, breathing softly, and looked at the young man in front of him with a very complicated look, his eyes sparkling.

"Don't blame me for being mean, Unohana-sensei."

"Just like your Bankai, Sensei, will corrode people with its excess vitality."

"My Zanpakutō also has its own rules. 偂"

At this moment, Fujimiya Makoto, after experiencing countless battles, countless Shikai, and countless inner struggles, has long learned to ignore the gazes of others.

Now, even with Unohana teacher in front of him, he dares to show his true strength without reservation!

【here you go!】

[That's it, Fujimiya!]

【I want to see the fountain show! 】

You better shut up!

I just accept that my abilities are flawed, but I'm not some real superhuman pervert in the word circle.

Fujimiya Makoto was complaining in his heart, but he remained silent.

He simply held the black nodachi in his hand with awe-inspiring aura, looked at the teacher in front of him, and said calmly:

"So, please quickly adapt to this special 'suffering'."

"otherwise......"

As Fujimiya Makoto spoke, he slowly raised the blade in his hand and pointed the tip forward.

"I won't give you another chance to stop."

Unohana Yachiru's look at him suddenly became more complicated, but he still forced himself to take a deep breath and suppressed the feeling in his heart that he had never experienced before.

It was difficult to support the body again.

If it was the pain of being pierced by a sword, she had already experienced it countless times in these endless years.

Even a genius like this unprecedented villain in the history of Soul Society had an extremely long experience of learning and training under countless people.

No matter how strong a person is, he has experienced being defeated.

Only someone as proficient in swordsmanship as she is can achieve such an accomplishment in swordsmanship that transcends ancient and modern times.

[Slashing Technique: Level 20]

Even in the million-year history of Soul Society, there is currently only her.

However, since he has devoted himself to kendo, he naturally ignores other emotions.

Therefore, the feeling that suddenly broke into her mind at this moment was extremely unfamiliar.

However, after hearing the words from the disciple in front of him, Unohana Yachiryu couldn't help but reveal a smile with a hint of madness on his face.

"...I've really been underestimated."

The moment he heard these words, Fujimiya Makoto couldn't help but feel a subtle throbbing in his heart.

The next moment, the sea of ​​blood around Unohana Yachiru suddenly began to surge, and on both sides, scarlet blades rose up into the sky like pillars.

"Soon-"

Before Fujimiya Makoto could react, dozens of violent wind-breaking sounds suddenly rang in his ears.

The pitch-black blade in his hand turned backwards and danced like a fierce wind that could not be penetrated by water.

The crackling blood-red flying blades hit the pitch-black knife light, breaking into large pieces and exploding. The splattering blood beads were like fine needle points, piercing his skin, and he couldn't help but feel a tingling sense of comfort.

Yes.

In this scenario, Fujimiya Makoto's cheat is [controllable pleasure].

If we have to compare, his physical sensations are probably only one percent of Unohana-sensei's.

Because of this, this minor wound was not an obstacle to him at all, and even made Fujimiya Makoto feel a little excited as his adrenaline was rapidly secreted.

As a result, the speed of swinging the knife also increased by half a second.

However, at the same time he swung the blade behind him, Unohana Yachiru's figure was like white waves washing over the surface of a sea of ​​blood, cutting through the waves in an instant and appearing in front of Fujimiya Makoto.

The pair of blood-red blades in Unohana's hands drew two crescent-shaped arcs in the air, and she crouched down and advanced, approaching within three feet of him.

At this time, the Yufuyexi in his hand was no longer able to defend himself in time. Fujimiya Makoto fell back without hesitation and rolled several meters away. The bloody blade narrowly grazed his abdomen and swept a bright circle in the air.

However, before Unohana could turn around, she saw the black wild sword pulled by the ribbon actually sliding along the ground, rising from the bottom like a windmill.

In an instant, blood splashed and a circle burst out between the two of them.

Clanging sound.

The two of them retreated several steps along the sea of ​​blood and yellow sand, leaving two long traces on the ground at the same time.

Unohana Yachiru's figure was trembling faintly.

In that instant just now, she was obviously affected by her own Zanpakutō. The mist flowing in the depths of her eyes was a little deeper than before, which was equivalent to murderous intent.

This kind of pleasure that she had never experienced before seemed to make her combat experience at this moment rise to a higher level than usual.

When she looked at Fujimiya Makoto, her beautiful face couldn't help but reveal a very obvious excitement.

The peaceful smile of the past turned into a frenzy at this moment.

"More! More!"

Accompanied by the murmuring whispers, Unohana Yachiru, who was still trembling slightly just now, rushed towards him at an even faster speed in the blink of an eye.

Fujimiya Makoto was shocked at first.

The next moment, a blood blade as high as a mountain suddenly rose from the depths of the sea of ​​blood and swung towards him.

"boom--"

In an instant, the entire battlefield made of yellow sand was swept out into a gap extending for hundreds of meters at the moment when the bloody blade flew.

Unohana Yachiryu followed closely.

Incredibly fast.

Wall of Sighs

【No injury circle】

【Steel Skin】

【The Last Light】

The series of bond characteristics worked at the same time, barely allowing Fujimiya Makoto to keep up with her speed in a short period of time. The blood blade was swung out like water, sweeping out in sections, continuously.

The entire battlefield was shaking under the fierce battle between the two men, but no figures could be seen clearly.

All one could see was countless shock waves sweeping through the air, which were then annihilated again and again, leaving only the yellow sand and the sea of ​​blood churning constantly.

Until the last moment.

"Boom."

A pitch-black figure shot out from the battle group and plunged deep into the ground.

Fujimiya Makoto squatted on the ground. The large area of ​​ground under his feet was cracked like a spider web, and the rising yellow sand rushed straight into the sky like a waterfall flowing against the current.

Not far in front of him.

Unohana Yachiru was also standing on the ground.

Unlike him, Unohana's pretty face now showed a vaguely strange, yet extremely dazzling look.

Looking into the depths of Fujimiya Makoto's eyes, he couldn't help but reveal his excitement and desire that was neither concealed nor suppressed.

On her arms, calves, and thighs, there were traces of blood-soaked scarlet.

The pleasure that continued to hit her deep inside made her brain seem to be boiling.

"Sincerity..."

Unohana murmured his name softly.

When she looked at him, her eyes were a bright, blinding pink.

The bloody blade dragged on the ground, slowly moving towards him, leaving a deep mark.

Hearing this, Fujimiya Makoto slowly stood up, but his feet suddenly went weak.

When he looked down, he suddenly discovered that there was a shallow cut on his hamstring.

"Excessive joy can make people unconsciously ignore the pain brought by fighting." Unohana Yachiru's voice was so gentle that it seemed to soothe the ear. "But it can also make people sink into it endlessly."

"Until the moment of death."

She looked at the young man in front of her, the smile on her face was so excited that it was almost morbid: "But, Cheng, you must have more, right?"

"Stronger power."

"You are indeed a teacher."

Fujimiya Makoto stood up on one foot and let out a sigh of helplessness: "But even I can't fully grasp that kind of power."

"And it only has the power of one strike."

"so......"

The moment he finished speaking, his expression suddenly became as firm as steel.

His eyes were fixed on Unohana Yachiru in front of him.

"Please, teacher, keep an eye on me."

As if she had sensed the determination in Fujimiya Makoto's words, Unohana's fanatical and obsessed expression revealed a hint of silent doubt.

However, almost in the next moment, a hint of chill emerged from deep within the brain that was constantly being bombarded by pleasure.

A faint hollow force, like a swirling flame, slowly rose from deep within Fujimiya Makoto's body.

The bonus brought by [Perfect Creature] allows Fujimiya Makoto to naturally accommodate a variety of different alien powers in his body.

However, even Ichigo Kurosaki, who was born as a Soul King, would constantly encounter various problems due to the conflict of power, and Fujimiya Makoto would naturally be no exception.

The power of emptiness that he could barely control when his body was empty, now that the power of death had recovered, suddenly became like hot oil and water coming into contact, and large numbers of explosion points erupted in an instant.

However, because of this, a powerful force that had never been seen before suddenly emerged.