In Soul Society, love and bond begin

However, when she stepped out of the room and her straw sandals just stepped on the spilled oden outside the door, the girl couldn't help but stop and looked back in the direction where Fujimiya Makoto fell.

She pursed her moist lips tightly, trying hard to keep her mouth shut so that no embarrassing words of concern would slip out of her mouth.

The hand holding the knife was clenched tightly, and he struggled to suppress his voice.

“…Big idiot!!”

As soon as she finished speaking, the girl stepped on the overturned oden at her feet, climbed over the wall without looking back, and disappeared in the distance in an instant.

Fujimiya Makoto lay weakly in Mei's arms.

Mei was still pretending to wipe the blood around his wound.

However, if someone looked closely, they would find that Mei was not so much trying to stop the bleeding as it was painting around his wound with the blood.

He looked horrible from a distance.

Looking closer, the wound was almost closed.

"have they gone?"

The weak Fujimiya Makoto lay in Mei's arms, opened one eye and glanced towards the door.

"Don't worry, Master."

"Ms. Saito has gone far away."

After hearing what he said, Mei realized that her work was done, so she stopped drawing and straightened up slightly.

However, the maid's condescending gaze was somewhat helpless as she looked down at her own Mr. Poseidon.

Ah~!

Got caught?!

It is obvious that the cooperation between the two just now was pure fraud.

The battle between the Shinigami is a battle of spiritual pressure.

If Fujimiya Makoto didn't let go, even with Saito's previous blow, he probably wouldn't have been able to penetrate his skin.

Fortunately, I managed to get through this stage.

What happens next will depend on subsequent operations.

"call."

“I thought I was going to die.”

Fujimiya Makoto looks like a superb actor.

In fact, I was sweating coldly.

If I hadn't been quick-witted and used this self-torture trick, I would probably not have been able to get through this hurdle without getting stabbed seven or eight times.

Noticing Mei's subtle look, Mr. Fujimiya was equally displeased. He huffed and lowered his voice, "You're still looking! Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on me?"

"I am so sorry, Master."

Miss Mei was very straightforward in admitting her mistake, kneeling on the ground and leaning forward. "When Miss Saito came, she must have actively blocked her own spiritual pressure reaction."

"My perception isn't very good, so this is why I made this mistake."

"Please whip me hard."

Upon hearing this, Fujimiya Makoto almost got angry.

This guy obviously knew that he was beaten unconscious by the teacher every day, so he said that on purpose!

No sincerity at all!

On the contrary, Xiao Podao raised his head excitedly when he heard that, and asked loudly in a sweet and innocent voice.

[Really? Can I whip you?!]

If so, can I use candles?

【The safe kind! 】

【You must remember to dissolve the metal. 】

Xiao Podao said this, and reminded him a few times with a worried look on his face.

However, others may not be able to tell the difference between the master and the Zanpakutō, but Mei, who is controlled by the ability, can tell the difference.

Hearing Xiao Podao say this, she immediately said with disgust: "Yufu-chan, please respect yourself."

"That's something only a master can do."

Then, Xiao Podao suddenly let out a very penetrating wail.

Fujimiya Makoto was almost overwhelmed by the noise from the two of them.

Just when I was feeling bored, I saw Teacher Unohana suddenly walk up to me.

Unohana Yachiru looked at him with a smile.

Fujimiya Makoto's expression froze.

Almost forgot.

Unohana-sensei is still here.

However, before he could figure out how to explain his series of pretending to be dead, Unohana-sensei spoke first.

"Aren't you going to catch up?"

"Eh?"

Unohana Yachiru's words made Fujimiya Makoto stunned.

I almost didn't react.

Unohana-sensei continued to speak to herself: "Doesn't Makoto-kun like that kid Saito very much?"

"If you don't catch up now, you'll regret it later."

Fujimiya Makoto looked at Unohana-sensei's expression, which seemed like she really didn't care much, and the cold sweat that he had just wiped away immediately slid down his temples.

Although he had fought many battles with the teacher day and night in the past few days, he didn't think that Unohana teacher would be the kind of guy who would be devoted to him for the rest of his life just by being seduced into a battle.

and so.

Now what on earth is this?

A test?

Or a test?

If he turned around and walked out now, with the teacher's decisive character, wouldn't he stab him in the back?

Others may not understand, but Fujimiya Makoto knows it very well.

Among the three female captains of the first generation of the Gotei 13, the one with the craziest personality is probably the older sister in front of him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Unohana Yachiru looked at the tense expression on his face and the cold sweat dripping down his temples, but the smile on his lips became even gentler. He placed one hand on the wound in front of Fujimiya Makoto and asked:

"Teacher, do I look like an unkind woman?"

"Absolutely not!"

Fujimiya Makoto's answer was firm and righteous: "I just feel from the bottom of my heart... If I abandon the teacher at this time and go to explain to Saito, I will really be sorry for the teacher's recent days..."

"tolerate?"

A blue glow appeared on the slender white palm.

The skilled power of Huidao healed the wound on his chest, causing waves of subtle tingling inside his chest as the wound healed.

Unohana Yachiru lowered his eyes and smiled softly:

"Don't worry."

"This isn't a test for Makoto-kun."

"Although Makoto-kun's taste is indeed unforgettable, if we continue to let it go on like this...it will be terrible."

"Whether it's Chengjun or myself."

"?"

Fujimiya Makoto was startled when he heard this, and looked up at Unohana-sensei who had lowered her eyes.

When his eyes swept over her face, he didn't detect any sign of reluctance or strangeness.

real or fake?

"how?"

As if noticing his puzzled look, Unohana Yachiru murmured teasingly, "Could it be that Makoto-kun thinks it's better to be tied up here by the teacher?"

"If the teacher wants..."

"Actually, it's okay sometimes."

Fujimiya Makoto looked a little embarrassed and agreed reluctantly.

However, the "bind" he mentioned and the "bind" Unohana said probably don't mean the same thing, right?

"Snapped!"

The slender white palm slapped the scar on his chest, making a crisp sound.

"what!"

Fujimiya Makoto shouted out instinctively.

It was only when the sound came out that I suddenly realized that the wound had almost healed.

The only scar left from the battle with Unohana-sensei was still deeply fixed in the center of his chest, with a trace of light pink healing left.

"Go."

"Yes!"

This time, Fujimiya Makoto finally stopped hesitating, put on his yukata, and walked quickly towards the door.

Mei glanced behind her and quickly followed Fujimiya Makoto's footsteps.

Unohana Yachiru sat upright in the room, sniffing the faint scent in the air, looking at the back of his only disciple as he walked away, and sighed with some emotion.

Nineteen full days.

He neither went to the team barracks to work nor did he carry out his usual kendo training. Even his regular three meals a day became five or six meals a day. His daily routine was completely messed up by this disciple.

This was the first time such a strange thing had happened in her life in hundreds of years.

"You'll find the taste for it...?"

Unohana Yachiru murmured to herself, subconsciously reaching out to touch her flat belly. Her drooping eyes were filled with unknown emotions, and she seemed a little absent-minded.

Just now, when Saito appeared outside her courtyard wall, she didn't even notice him.

Under normal circumstances, no matter how much the other party tried to restrain his aura, I should have noticed it early on.

Now that I think about it, it’s probably because I was too obsessed with the fun of fighting?

"That's pretty lax."

"Be more restrained."

Besides.

As for that little pervert, even if I want to tie him up by my side, it will probably be of no use, right?

But, it can only be him.

She thought this in her heart, with a sighing smile on her face.

Unohana Yachiru has always been a rational and sober woman.

She knows what she wants.