In Soul Society, love and bond begin

"What if I insist on going over there?"

Mei didn't answer, but just stood there quietly.

This action was her answer.

Saito felt a surge of anger suddenly rushing from her chest into her brain, or perhaps she was not a calm and rational person. At the mere thought of it, she took a step forward and drew the blade in her hand.

However, just when the two sides were on the verge of a fight.

"boom--"

A fierce spiritual pressure wave suddenly surged out from deep inside the prison gate behind Mei. Even the tightly closed door behind her could not withstand the aftermath. The hurricane-like airflow made the entire underground prison tremble slightly.

A giant door several feet high suddenly opened.

The wind blew violently like thunder, blowing the clothes of the two women in front of the door tightly against their bodies, and their long hair danced with them.

Saito Bakuto stretched out his hands to block in front of him, his two dark purple ponytails kept flying up in the strong wind, and he struggled to open his one eye and looked at the situation in the field.

However, just this one glance made her stop in her tracks.

Even his gaze was fixed on the distance.

at a loss.

The two men stood still with their blades crossed, and only the remaining spiritual pressure around them continued to spread outward.

A sticky liquid of unknown origin fell to the ground, dripping.

Dyed from transparent to scarlet.

"Wow--"

The young man's hand holding the sword suddenly softened, and the pitch-black nodachi slowly fell from the wound on Unohana Yachiryu's chest.

At the same time, Kudonomiya Makoto's body also fell forward and completely fell into the teacher's arms.

He really overestimated his ability to control and underestimated the side effects of the collision between the power of the void and the power of death.

In just such a short period of time, my whole body felt like it was falling apart, and even the world of joy was gone.

The pain that was hidden by the pleasure suddenly surged into my heart in an instant.

He didn't even have the strength to scream.

Sure enough, it is not a good idea to use new skills rashly.

The only thing to be thankful for was that the person he was using to test his skills today was Unohana-sensei.

'fortunately.'

The moment I thought of this, my tense nerves relaxed for a moment.

His consciousness suddenly sank into darkness.

Unohana Yachiru's long black hair was loose, and she was holding her disciple in her arms. She casually put aside the sword that she had treasured most in the past, and just quietly wrapped her arms around his body.

There was a hint of pity and melancholy in his dark eyes.

Even though he had been stuck in the same place for who knows how many years, he had already broken through the realm of swordsmanship that he had been pursuing.

But at this moment, Unohana Yachiru no longer cared so much about this.

Her arms were wrapped around Fujimiya Makoto's body, blood was flowing slowly from the corner of her lips, but she had no intention of wiping it away. She just hugged him quietly and rubbed her ears.

"You did that last blow on purpose, didn't you?"

"Makoto-kun."

Naturally, there was no response.

Then, Unohana Yachiryu's fingertips lightly touched the wound on Fujimiya Makoto's chest, and the light blue light of Huidao swayed, and the bleeding quickly stopped - or perhaps, because both sides were extremely restrained during the fight, this level of injury was not fatal to strong men of their level.

As for her own condition, she couldn't take care of it for the time being.

Unohana Yachiru slowly helped Fujimiya Makoto to stand up from where he was, and his steps obviously staggered twice due to weakness.

Then stabilize it again.

The woman, covered in wounds and with her clothes stained with blood, limped and supported him as she walked towards the door, seemingly completely ignoring the other two people standing at the door.

Until the moment they were about to pass by each other.

"Hey!"

Saito Bulaobushi glared at the single eye, his eyes almost ferocious: "Let him go."

However, Unohana seemed to have not heard her voice at all, and walked past calmly without stopping even for a moment.

The knife light, filled with murderous intent, suddenly drew an arc like a waning moon in the air.

"Zheng——"

Unohana Hachichiru didn't even turn his head.

Mei was already standing in front of the blade.

The sharp blade was faintly embedded in the skin with a bright metallic color, but it remained motionless.

Saito Funabushi looked at the Quincy in front of him who always dressed as a slave girl, and a trace of surprise flashed in the depths of his eyes.

She never knew that this guy, who had been subdued by Cheng at some point in time, actually had such power.

Mei did not fight back, but simply stood there quietly, her entire body metalized, and spoke softly:

"Saito-sama."

"Please go back and rest early."

"..."

Saito Furuobushi stared at the woman in front of him, then looked further away. Makoto, who was being helped away by Unohana Yachiru, had a slightly complicated expression on his face.

I don't know why, but I always feel a little empty inside.

It was as if something precious that was about to be obtained was suddenly snatched away by someone.

It makes people feel confused and upset.

"whispering sound."

Finally, Saito sheathed his sword.

Wait until you turn around.

The girl's face couldn't help but relax, and she slowly let out a long breath.

It seems that the idiot can't die.

As she was thinking this, she suddenly kicked the door hard as she walked out of the prison gate, cursing angrily.

"Fool!!"

"How stupid!"

......

Quiet and soft.

In the darkness composed entirely of fatigue and pain, Fujimiya Makoto vaguely felt the subtle touch on his body.

A little cool.

Although he had lost his sense of smell, he hadn't smelled anything for a long time.

But inexplicably, he seemed to have a phantom sense and could smell the familiar fragrance of gentian and mixed herbs coming from beside him.

The eyelids felt heavy and sore at first, but they soon lifted.

The glow of the sunset outside the courtyard came into view, making people a little dazzled.

As if he had slept for too long, Fujimiya Makoto's head was a little dizzy, and his body seemed to be not very flexible, and he had difficulty even moving.

"do not move."

Just as he was thinking this, a familiar voice suddenly came to his ears.

Fujimiya Makoto turned his head with some effort and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

The familiar figure of Unohana-sensei appeared in his sight.

However, at this time, Teacher Unohana was different from usual. She had changed into a simple and elegant light gray hemp yukata early, outlining the plump figure unique to a mature woman. Her long, wet black hair was tied up with a rope, revealing her swan-like white neck.

She was using a wet silk cloth in her hand to gently wipe his body.

"teacher?"

Fujimiya Makoto had just woken up and his memory was still a little confused, so he spoke subconsciously.

"I'm here."

Unohana-sensei's voice was still as gentle and loving as usual. She turned her gaze towards him, as if she could accommodate all his little thoughts: "Are you able to move your body?"

"Yes."

Fujimiya Makoto clenched his fist with effort and found that it was not as difficult as he had imagined.

It was just that the previous collision of the two alien forces caused some disturbance to his body, which made it a little difficult.

"Although Shijima and Kirinji said there was no problem, Cheng-kun slept for six whole days."

Unohana Yachiru looked down at him, his narrow eyes opening a slit, and his slender hand stroked the young man's forehead:

“It’s really worrying.”

Upon hearing this, Fujimiya Makoto grumbled in a low voice, "That's obviously your fault, isn't it, Teacher?"

"I never taught you how to use such dangerous power."

Unohana-sensei smiled softly, but didn't dwell on the matter any further. Instead, she wrapped a brand new dark yukata around him and said, "You must be very hungry after sleeping for so long."

"Do you want to eat first or take a shower first?"

Fujimiya Makoto seemed to remember something and suddenly became active:

"Eat first—"

However, before he could finish his words, a slender fingertip had already touched the tip of his nose.

Unohana Yachiru's face still had that gentle expression as usual, and he said softly, "Your injury hasn't healed yet?"

Then, that feeling of anger suddenly dissipated.

"Let's eat first. I'm so hungry."

However, just when someone was feeling melancholy, he heard a voice behind him continue, "Also, Cheng Jun, please stay here until your injury heals."

Almost instantly, Fujimiya Makoto's eyes lit up.

Soon, the table was full of food.

Unexpectedly, Unohana's cooking skills are quite outstanding. Her knife skills are of course excellent, and she is also very good at controlling the heat and seasoning.

Although the dishes prepared were just some common stews and fish dishes of that era, Fujimiya Makoto still enjoyed a feast.

After dinner, he took a nice bath.

Although Unohana's house is a bit narrow, it is worth mentioning that there is an open-air hot spring in the backyard.

"call."

When he stood up from the pool, Fujimiya Makoto let out a long breath, and his yukata opened unconsciously.

The evening breeze is slightly cool, making you feel comfortable all over.

He walked slowly towards the bedroom at the other end of the wooden corridor, the floorboards creaking under his feet.

However, when he was halfway there, he couldn't help but stop.

Teacher Unohana was sitting upright at the side of the corridor, holding a steaming teacup in her hand, quietly looking at the moonlight outside the window.

Although wrapped in a slightly conservative yukata, its shape is still fully outlined.

The moon's round, pear-shaped figure cast a long shadow on the wooden corridor.

"Sincerity."

As if noticing his footsteps, Unohana Yachiru turned around and looked at him.