In Soul Society, love and bond begin

Fujimiya Makoto's body suddenly became hot and red, his entire body was blood red and vaguely swollen.

The hideous blood vessels tightened under the skin, causing the muscles and nerves to become tense, and the eyes vaguely turned into vertical pupils.

A short horn extended from his forehead.

The ever-expanding spiritual pressure instantly overwhelmed Unohana Yachiryu who was in the Bankai state.

Unohana Yachiru was stunned by the look on his face, and even her flushed face became a little tense.

Is this...Xuan?

The moment he realized this, Unohana Yachiru suddenly felt a strong sense of danger in his heart.

Fujimiya Makoto slowly stood up from where he was.

His extremely high body temperature caused large amounts of white steam to continuously rise from his body surface.

The look he gave Unohana Yachiru was filled with pure scarlet.

The blood vessels at his temples bulged, as if he was forcibly restraining some impulse.

The muscles in the wrist holding the hilt of the knife bulged and were tightly taut.

"call--"

He exhaled a long breath and swung his sword.

Five seconds?

No, three seconds.

This thought flashed through his mind for only a moment, and his figure rushed towards Unohana like an arrow.

In just a moment, a sonic boom roaring like a drum exploded in front of Unohana Yachiru.

The spiritual pressure flame that was like a substance wrapped around the blade and slashed down from top to bottom.

"boom!!!"

The thunderous explosion shattered the eardrums.

With just this one strike, the blade in Unohana's hand was deflected.

Until the blade fell to the side uncontrollably, the astonishment on Unohana Yachiru's face had not yet disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, a feeling of pleasure stronger than ever before suddenly hit the brain.

It was not until the next moment that she suddenly realized that there was a long cut on her shoulder.

But before he could react, the second knife whizzed past horizontally.

In Mao Nohua's hands, two bloody blades, one long and one short, crossed to block.

"Boom-"

Just by using the blood blade to block, Unohana's body felt like it was hit by a heavy hammer, making a muffled sound.

As pleasure surged in his body, he couldn't stop vomiting blood from his mouth.

His body flew out under the huge force, rolled rapidly several times in the air, and slid more than ten meters on the surface of the sea of ​​blood with one hand.

Fujimiya Makoto struggled to maintain this brief moment of consciousness. His muscles and bones felt as if they were being torn apart by a sharp pain. The collision between the power of the god of death and the power of the hollow was so violent that it was unimaginable, as if they were going to devour each other.

But at this moment, a cluster of clear blue bubbles appeared in his eyes.

It appeared right in the center of Unohana Yachiru's chest.

Then, a smile finally appeared on his face, and his voice was hoarse and low.

"Please look at me carefully..."

"teacher!"

Almost at the moment the sound fell.

Somehow, the world in Unohana's eyes seemed to have suddenly come to a standstill.

Hearing, touch, vision, smell...

All senses, under some inexplicable guidance, turned into an indescribable nothingness.

She just looked up and saw the knife that Fujimiya Makoto stabbed at her.

Fujimiya Makoto's figure, which was so fast that it exceeded the speed of sound several times, seemed to melt into this world made up of yellow sand and sea of ​​blood, outlining a long and continuous line.

Even the stabbing knife became unclear.

However, it is under such guidance.

Unohana Yachiryu, however, seemed to have a sudden realization and raised his blade towards Fujimiya Makoto in an almost identical posture.

Running in both directions.

Breathing, footsteps, heartbeat, thoughts.

All the body's reactions disappeared at this moment.

At this moment, the only thing in Unohana Yachiru's eyes was the man in front of her.

Unconsciously, a bright smile that she had never had before suddenly bloomed on her beautiful face.

Yes.

This is what she wants...

The ultimate battle!

"Zheng!"

The blood blade and the black knife passed by each other closely, and at the moment of rapid intersection, a thin streak of fire was drawn.

Then, penetrate.

"puff."

Two tones combined into one.

The two people stood there, at the junction of yellow sand and sea of ​​blood, like lovers in a passionate embrace.

They stabbed the blades in each other's chests.

Unohana Yachiru raised her head and met Fujimiya Makoto's drooping eyes. There seemed to be light flowing in her eyes, but the blush on her face was fading away as the blood flowed.

Only that faintly dazed expression was frozen on Unohana's face.

Finally, she reached the climax she longed for.

Unohana Yachiru lowered his head, leaning his whole body into the broad embrace of the disciple in front of him, unconsciously raised the corners of his lips, and whispered softly:

"Take them all."

"My everything."

......

[Spirit King Stepson Trigger]

【Unohana Yachiryu breaks through the shackles of talent】

[Slashing Technique: Level 20 → Level 21↑]

【No Enjoyment, One Knife, Ing】

[Slashing Technique: Level 16 → Level 17↑]

Chapter 179 You have confidence...

(If you were watching yesterday, remember to scroll forward. I added about 2,000 words and ended the duel in the previous paragraph!)

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"That fool!"

Saito Bulaobushi's feet moved very quickly, his figure constantly shuttling between tiled houses. In the blink of an eye, he had passed through half of Seireitei and rushed straight towards the direction where the spiritual pressure fluctuations came from.

At the same time, he couldn't stop cursing angrily.

During the time when Fujimiya Makoto lost his power as a god of death, she was always by his side.

Saito Bakugou knew his physical condition very well.

Even though he has recovered the power of the God of Death now, it is completely impossible for him to adapt. Fighting with that bastard woman Unohana Yachiryu at this time is simply forcing himself!

Even though he had already witnessed with his own eyes the powerful strength that guy had unleashed in the battle with the Quincy, Saito Fuuma couldn't stop worrying.

The girl who roamed the battlefield recklessly, drinking blood like a devil, not caring about the lives of others or her own life and death, had already begun to change silently.

Even though we have only known each other for a few years.

But without Saito Funaobushi realizing it herself, the pervert who always hung her tabi on the scabbard had unknowingly occupied a huge place in her heart.

"It's so abominable."

Unconsciously, Saito clenched his teeth.

His pace suddenly increased.

Rushed straight to the underground prison.

"Stop idlers!"

As soon as they rushed to the prison gate leading to the underground, several soldiers of the 9th Squad dressed in black Shinigami uniforms stepped forward, their hands on the swords.

However, after seeing the familiar pure white feather ornament, the team leader was stunned again, and his lips trembled noticeably.

He was an old man who had followed Yamamoto Shigekuni since his time at Genjijuku, so he naturally recognized the man in front of him.

I couldn't help but tremble with fear in my heart.

You know, the reputation of "murderer" that Saito Furuo accumulated over hundreds of years of fighting and slaughter is no less spread than the reputation of "pervert" that Fujimiya Makoto has.

However, out of consideration for the accusation, the other party still stepped forward courageously and lowered his voice:

"Captain Saito."

"Please also show me your prison visit warrant."

"Go away!"

At this time, Saito Bulaobushi had no time to care about them.

The one-eyed creature suddenly turned towards the soldier who came forward, its pupils constricted.

The terrifying spiritual pressure, as overwhelming as a mountain, poured out from that seemingly slender and petite body without reservation, with a roar like a tsunami, and even the air around the people in front of it was slightly distorted.

For these grassroots soldiers whose highest spiritual power was only around the tenth level, this unimaginably terrifying spiritual pressure was like a natural disaster.

Just this ferocious look made everyone present collapse to the ground, as if all their strength had been drained in an instant.

Saito Bakuto strode into the underground prison without stopping at all.

As for any trivial matters such as violations, she no longer cares about them.

No matter what, let's rescue Cheng from that woman first.

However, when she reached the bottom floor, she saw a blonde beauty dressed as a maid standing quietly there with her eyes closed, waiting.

"Tsk."

Saito Bulaobushi looked at her with a cold gaze, clicked his tongue softly with murderous intent, and flicked the thumb of his left hand that was holding the scabbard. A sharp blade flashed out from the scabbard, and his voice was cold:

"Mei, do you want to stop me too?"

Mei slowly opened her eyes and said calmly, "The master's orders are... not to be disturbed by anyone."

"I only follow my master's orders, you know."

"Saito-sama."

Saito's gaze grew increasingly hostile.

Although he was already familiar with this woman in the hospital, this woman who always stuck to Cheng was really annoying no matter how he looked at her.

For a moment, his tone also became much worse, and he chuckled:

"what?"