In Soul Society, love and bond begin

It is indeed possible to do whatever one wants.

But as she thought about it, she seemed to realize something was wrong: "Wait!"

"You're the only one who would make such a perverted and weird request, right?!"

"So were the tabi before!"

However, Fujimiya Makoto couldn't help but sigh and patted the scabbard beside him: "How could I possibly say that to my teacher?"

"It's all Xiao Podao's fault."

"Even if I wanted to, I couldn't say that to the teacher."

"In the end, it became like this."

【Little Broken Knife:? 】

Looking at Fujimiya Makoto's heavy expression and listening to his dejected voice, Saito Fulaubusi suddenly felt that things made sense.

As one of the few people in Soul Society who can distinguish between Fujimiya Makoto and his sword, Saito is well aware of how many outrageous demands this stinky sword has made in the past.

At that time, whether it was hanging the tabi on the scabbard or stepping on the handle with the sole of the foot, it had nothing to do with sincerity.

So this is ah!

"You bastard!" Saito Furuobushi pulled the corner of his mouth and picked up Fujimiya Makoto from the bed, "Do you think I'm a fool?!"

"You're obviously very happy!"

"Being able to enjoy that voluptuous body... Damn it!"

As Miss Saito spoke, she only provoked her own anger, and the more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

When he thought about his body, which was like a child and couldn't even catch his eyeballs, the anger surged into his mind uncontrollably.

I just want to pull up this bastard in front of me and chop him with a knife.

However, just when Saito's hand was about to touch the hilt of the knife, she felt the hands behind her waist suddenly exert force, hugging her whole body into a broad embrace, and refusing to let go.

Miss Saito, who threw herself into his chest, was stunned unconsciously. She even forgot to draw her sword and fell headfirst.

Then, the familiar voice of Fujimiya Makoto came to my ears.

"How could that be?" He spoke softly, as if everything happened naturally. "If I have to say, I still prefer Saito."

"Feet, thighs, hips, waist."

"A small body that can be held in my arms..."

Fujimiya Makoto sat on the bed, lowered his head, and rested his chin lightly on the girl's sloping shoulder. His voice blew beside her red earlobe, and he took a deep breath.

“I like them all the most.”

Miss Saito, who was so angry that she wanted to draw her sword just now, now had an expression as stiff as if it was frozen, and her body was frozen in Fujimiya Makoto's arms, motionless.

Just listening to his undisguised love made my whole body and soul soften.

For these little words that lovers talk about during their romantic moments.

Ms. Saito, I have absolutely no resistance!

"--fraud."

Amidst the sound of the blowing, Miss Saito mumbled something and seemed to struggle a little.

But compared to the look of menacing intent on chopping someone just now, it was as if he had been completely disarmed.

Looking at the girl like this, Fujimiya Makoto finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm telling the truth."

"It's so noisy!!" Saito's voice was embarrassed and annoyed.

Where on earth did this idiot come from?

Who would say such things in front of others?

As she thought about it, she glanced at the maid standing not far from the two of them.

Noticing that the other person was looking at him, he looked away as if he had been electrocuted.

My cheeks couldn't help but get three times hotter.

Really, so stupid!

Saito Fulaubusi muttered softly. His body was held in the arms and he couldn't use any strength, but deep down he vaguely believed the guy's nonsense.

Come to think of it, this guy's hobbies do seem to be as weird as ever.

If it were him...

Inadvertently, both of them stopped talking.

Fujimiya Makoto buried his face deep in the girl's dark purple hair, his nostrils twitching inadvertently as he took a deep breath.

"Don't, don't smell it!"

"Fool."

The blush on Miss Saito's face became even more intense, and her voice was timid and full of gritted teeth.

Although I had already showered this morning, it would be strange if I still smelled good after running all the way here in such a hurry.

"It's ok."

Fujimiya Makoto didn't care.

After losing the sense of smell, even if you bury your head in your hair and take a deep breath, you can only smell a little warm air.

As if he could touch his calm heartbeat, Saito followed the hug and inadvertently sank into the time that belonged to the two of them alone, without saying a word.

It was as if I had completely forgotten the things that had made me angry for a long time.

If only it could always be like this.

Saito thought to himself.

Only at this moment did she want to hold it tightly in her hands.

Fujimiya Makoto listened to her slow heartbeat, and his heart finally calmed down.

In this way, I should have passed, right?

He thought so relaxedly in his heart.

It’s a pity that, as the saying goes, good fortune never comes alone, and misfortune never comes singly.

Just as Fujimiya Makoto was thinking peacefully in his heart, a familiar soft voice suddenly sounded in their ears, with the weird tone that only belongs to a female ghost.

【Miscellaneous fish! Miscellaneous fish Saito sauce! 】

【I'm so disappointed! 】

[If it were Unohana-sensei, she would have been so angry that she would have been choking herself up and stuffing her balls with it by now.]

[Saito-san is really totally incompetent! ]

[Saito-chan, you only have this much, do you also want to eat a hot dog? ]

Almost at the moment the voice sounded, Fujimiya Makoto noticed that the petite body in his arms suddenly tensed up, and one blue vein after another slowly emerged along the temple.

Fujimiya Makoto suddenly widened his eyes and looked at the small broken knife in his hand.

Damn you!

Retaliation, right?!

The next moment, he felt the petite body that was just soft in his arms suddenly burst out with a huge force, and suddenly broke free from his arms, striding towards the door with a knife in hand.

"As expected, I have to kill that bastard Unohana first! Then I'll come back and kill you!"

"Saito? Saito!"

Fujimiya Makoto rushed forward, almost hanging on her legs, and refused to let go: "Little Broken Knife, what nonsense is she talking!"

Miss Saito was immediately thrown to the ground by him, but she still struggled to get up from the ground. Her other little foot stepped on his face, as if she wanted to sink into it. She cursed loudly while crawling:

"Let me go, you bastard!"

Noisy and quarrelsome.

The maid stood quietly by, watching the two of them curled up on the ground, rolling around like children, and let out a long sigh with a helpless look on her face.

Just as she was thinking this, she heard footsteps outside the door.

Mei frowned and turned to look at the door that Miss Saito had not closed.

The next moment, Chojiro Suzuki opened the half-closed door with familiarity and greeted:

"Makoto! The date for your captain promotion ceremony has already—"

Immediately afterwards, the scene in the house came into his sight.

His voice suddenly got stuck in his throat.

At this time, the two people who were lying on the ground one in front and one behind, entangled in each other, raised their heads at the same time and met Quebu's somewhat confused gaze.

The room suddenly fell into dead silence.

Quebu stood there frozen for a long time before he struggled to finish what he hadn't said before:

“—Are you sure?”

......

One month later.

Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy, Shekan.

"Shishiro! Are you ready?"

"The ceremony is about to begin."

Kyoraku Shunsui stood at the door and shouted into the next room.

“Ahem…Here it comes! Here it comes!”

The young Ukitake Jushiro came out of the room while tying his shirt and wearing straw sandals, agreeing repeatedly.

After they left the house, he smiled at Chunshui a little embarrassedly: "Sorry to have kept you waiting."

"It's a wonder you slept so soundly today, you."

Chunshui chuckled and nudged him on the waist with his elbow: "I woke up early."

Ukitake Jushiro smiled awkwardly and tied his long silver hair into a bun with a knot at the back of his head. "I couldn't fall asleep for a long time last night. I didn't get a nap until almost dawn."

"After all, that's the captain promotion ceremony."

"And there are so many adults together!"

"Yes."

There is no need to elaborate on the brutality of the Quincy War.

The captains of the fifth, ninth, tenth, twelfth, thirteenth and other squads died on the battlefield, so naturally a corresponding number of people were needed to fill their vacancies.

After this period of selection and assessment, the quota was finally determined.

Then, there was this joint promotion ceremony for multiple captains.

The two chatted casually on the road, walked out of the school gate side by side, and headed towards the newly built conference hall, gradually blending into the wave of death suits.

Looking at the people around him, Ukitake Jushiro couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

After the Quincy War, this group of senior students who had temporarily joined the battle were returned to school to continue their previous studies.

Only a few cadets like them were allowed to attend the captain promotion ceremony because of their outstanding achievements on the battlefield and excellent grades in the academy.

For them who are still students, this is naturally a great honor.

not to mention--