In Soul Society, love and bond begin

Among the captains promoted this time, there is also the legendary adult.

Ukitake Jushiro thought to himself and felt a little excited unconsciously.

After entering the venue, these students were deliberately lined up in a row, separate from the other thirteen teams.

Because there were very few students watching the ceremony, most of them naturally stood in the front row.

The old man's speech was as boring as ever, and many people present fell asleep after listening to it.

It was not until the promoted people came out that the atmosphere below finally became a little more excited. Many people raised their heads and looked towards the stage.

"Former fifth seat of the 8th Division, Fujimiya Makoto!"

The moment they heard the name, the eyes of many people in the audience were focused on a young figure.

The young man with a lazy look walked out of the queue and walked step by step to the platform, attracted by everyone's gaze.

Ukitake Jushiro looked at him from afar, with a light in his eyes.

After this war, the name Fujimiya Makoto has already resounded throughout the Soul Society.

"Is this the legendary...the sir?"

He looked at Fujimiya Makoto's back and murmured unconsciously.

"Yes."

Kyoraku Shunsui also spoke in a low voice, his gaze fixed on Fujimiya Makoto: "The strongest Rule-type Zanpakutō wielder who single-handedly defeated the King of the Quincies."

"I heard that he is a person who likes to joke around."

Upon hearing this, Ukitake Jushiro's eyes inadvertently revealed a bit of admiration: "It would be great if I could become that master's subordinate in the future."

"Subordinates?" Kyoraku Shunsui chuckled, raising his chin slightly. "A real man should be like this."

Young Ukitake and Kyōraku were unaware of this at the moment.

A thousand years later, both of them still deeply regretted the wish they made at that time.

Occasionally, in the dead of night, he would slap himself hard twice.

The prospective captains on the stage did not pay attention to the gazes from the audience.

"You're really leisurely, Makoto-kun."

Shutara Senjumaru stepped on his small wheels, glanced at the slightly pale face of the young man beside him, and chuckled softly, "I heard that Saito burned your house a few days ago, and you have to live in other people's homes recently."

"Need a little help from the outside?"

"What help?" Fujimiya Makoto stiffened his neck. "Saito and I have a very good relationship!"

Senjumaru smiled slightly: "That's a pity."

"I was originally thinking of asking you to help me try this large energy-boosting potion."

"Um?!"

Fujimiya Makoto suddenly turned his head and opened his eyes wide.

However, as he turned around, Captain Yamamoto's solemn voice rang in his ears.

"Fujimiya Makoto, step out!"

"Yes."

His face immediately returned to a serious expression and he stepped out from the stage.

Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni reached out and tied a deck of white poppy cards with nine characters painted on them to his shoulders.

Behind him, two waiters put a pure white haori on him.

Yamamoto stood in front of him, patted his shoulder with his big hand, and nodded with satisfaction:

"From today on, you are the captain of the 9th squad."

"Don't slack off."

"Yes!"

Chapter 184: Three Hundred Years

early morning.

A startled deer by the pond in the courtyard knocked against the stone, making a crisp sound.

Ripples formed on the water, reflecting the warm morning light.

"Well--"

A long nasal sound came from the inner room as if the person had just woken up, and it seemed that he was still struggling in bed.

"It's time to get up."

"Makoto-kun."

"What would you like for breakfast today?"

A female voice that was so familiar that it was hard to be more familiar came to my ears.

Fujimiya Makoto's head was buried in the quilt, and he didn't even raise his head. His voice was muffled: "Egg roll... Mr. Yachiryu's egg roll..."

"Eating egg rolls again? Won't you get tired of it?"

"...Egg roll." Mr. Fujimiya's voice was still hazy and persistent, as if he had not woken up yet.

"Yes Yes."

The soft female voice was full of helplessness as if she was talking to a child, and she stood up and left the room.

It was not until a while later, when he closed his eyes and opened them again, that the female voice that reminded him in his ear changed to that of a different person, and only then did he raise his eyelids with difficulty.

"If you don't get up, you'll be late for work again today."

"Lazy master."

as predicted.

When he opened his eyes again this time, the figure that appeared in his sight was Miss Mei wearing a black and white maid outfit.

Although they have been together for hundreds of years, Miss Mei has always maintained the same appearance as at the beginning, with long golden hair draped over her shoulders, her eyes drooping coldly, just meeting his hazy gaze, and she is kneeling at the head of his bed.

Condescending.

Probably guessing that he would not emerge so easily from the deep seal of the quilt, Miss Mei stretched out her small hand, which was as cold as metal, and gently placed it on Mr. Fujimiya's forehead, causing him to shiver unconsciously.

Fujimiya Makoto suddenly felt much more conscious.

"Hmm—it's so cold."

"Good morning, though."

"plum."

"Good morning to you too, clumsy master."

"Excuse me, do you need more?" The maid said, inadvertently curling the corners of her lips and secretly lowering her voice, "Before Unohana-sama comes back."

"That's no need."

Fujimiya Makoto stretched his arms lazily, turned over with great effort in the tangled quilt, and yawned softly - the end of the middle finger of his right hand, which was resting on the maid's thigh, was wearing a pure steel ring.

When he fully opened his eyes, what he saw was a familiar panel.

[Disciple who rebelled against his master and was forbidden to sign in with jade]

【Sign in: First day√】

[Obtain the first level of 'Yi Yu'↑]

[Note: Three hundred years have passed. How many 'first days' is this?]

As for the ridicule from the plug-in, Fujimiya Makoto just treated it as air, waved his hand and let it go, not caring at all.

"Ara, are you up already?"

Just as I was thinking about it, I saw Teacher Yachiryu push open the paper door and speak with a little surprise.

She had probably just taken a shower, her long, wet hair combed over one shoulder. She tilted her head to look at Fujimiya Makoto with a gentle expression and said softly, "Now that you're awake, go eat early."

"Otherwise, Ukitake-kun will come complaining again, right?"

"Yes Yes."

Fujimiya Makoto agreed while standing up from the ground.

Unohana Yachiru raised his head slightly and looked at Fujimiya Makoto, who was much taller than him, his eyes seemed a little absent-minded.

"Yachiryu-sensei?"

"fine."

Unohana Yachiru said this, her narrow eyes filled with a warm smile, and she said softly, "I just suddenly realized that Makoto-kun has grown so tall."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hands and measured herself.

"When we first met, it should have been only this big."

“It’s completely different from now.”

Upon hearing this, Fujimiya Makoto was stunned at first, then he suddenly stepped over and hugged Mr. Yachiryu, who was two sizes younger than him.

He lowered his head and buried his face in Unohana Yachiru's thick, wet, long hair.

Maybe it's the same as before, with the slightly calming medicinal aroma of gentian?

As he imagined this, he murmured, "If I were a little bigger, wouldn't I be able to hug you like this?"

"That's why I want to grow taller."

"It would be wonderful if your wish could come true."

Hundreds of years of living together day and night have made there no sense of distance between this pair of master and disciple with a delicate relationship. They can easily handle a duel of this level.

As Unohana Yachiru spoke, he stretched out a finger and gently tapped Fujimiya Makoto's forehead, pushing him off of him.

"Anyway, hurry up and eat."

"You threw the rest of the team duties to Ukitake-kun the day before yesterday, didn't you?"

"Teacher, I don't remember teaching you to be this lazy."

The woman's voice was warm and gentle, with a hint of gentle instruction, but it was even more intimate.

"Everyone has their own strengths!" Fujimiya Makoto followed Mr. Yachiryu to the restaurant, still trying to make excuses, "It's just that Jushiro is better at handling team affairs than I am, so I gave it to him."

The maid also followed behind the two of them, looking at them with complicated eyes.

Xiao Podao spoke without hesitation, his voice as childish and lovely as usual.

[Wow, what a good pair of master and apprentice! ]

【Fortunately, I am not a human, otherwise I would be so unlucky! 】

Fujimiya Makoto patted his waist lightly in annoyance and said disdainfully:

"Speak up!"

Unohana Yachiru looked at the two of them with amusement and said nothing.

After a while, he seemed to remember something and asked, "Should I save some food for you today?"

"Need not."

Fujimiya Makoto sat at the dining table and started eating without any hesitation: "I'll go home and sleep tonight... Calculating the days, Saito should be here to check on me again in the next few days. It would be terrible if he gets caught again."

Unohana Yachiru seemed to be used to it. After hearing what he said, he just ate his meal as usual, but raised his voice slightly in surprise:

"You haven't given up yet? That kid."

"It's been three hundred years."

"...It's better not to give up." Fujimiya Makoto muttered softly.

However, Teacher Yachiryu only glanced at him, and his voice quickly dropped to a low voice, and he began to sweep across the dining table with his chopsticks flying.