In Soul Society, love and bond begin

Before leaving, he waved behind him from a distance:

"Remember to pay, Captain Takasugi."

Kuriyashiki Ryoma followed closely behind Fujimiya Makoto, and his cold gaze disappeared as soon as he saw Takasugi Konji.

I didn't say a single word to this former 'classmate'.

However, after the two of them left the house and walked further and further away on the street until the teahouse was no longer visible, Ryoma lowered his voice and whispered in Fujimiya Makoto's ear:

"team leader."

"Then why did you only dismiss the old members of Yuanzijuku?"

"Isn't this right?"

Upon hearing this, Fujimiya Makoto suddenly stopped, turned around with a smile, and waved at Ryoma, motioning him to come closer.

Kuriyashiki Ryoma leaned closer in confusion.

Then, Fujimiya Makoto snapped his fingers together at lightning speed.

"Boom-"

Hit this little brother on the head.

He cursed angrily: "The one called Gao Shan is an idiot, and you are just as stupid."

"When did the old man from Genjijuku join the team, and when were those former nobles of Seireitei defeated?"

"Besides, it's already been three hundred years."

Fujimiya Makoto sneered, his tone growing colder. "At a time like this, someone who suddenly brings up the distinction between Yuanzijuku and the former nobles, can he really have any good intentions?"

"Another boring guy."

"But..." Long Ma whispered, "Among those seniors, there are indeed more people who support you, Captain, right?"

"Ryoma."

Fujimiya Makoto rarely looked serious. Without even turning his head, he said calmly, "Those people support me, not because I'm from the Yuanzi Academy."

"In Soul Society, strength is everything."

"If someone without the ability forcibly takes the position of captain, even with the support of some people, it will only be a joke."

"Next time, don't let me hear such naive words again."

Hearing his voice become calm and indifferent, Kuryashiki Ryoma was stunned at first, and then immediately said solemnly:

"Yes."

......

This time, Takasugi still sat upright, his hands resting on the teacup, and the almost mocking smile of Fujimiya Makoto before he left kept appearing in his mind.

Almost subconsciously, a ferocious look suddenly appeared on his face with a scar across it.

"Click."

Spider-web-like cracks suddenly spread across the entire teacup.

A thin stream of heat flowed out from the gaps in the teacup and wet my palms.

It was not until this moment that Takasugi noticed the strange feeling in his hand.

He frowned slightly, pulled out a white towel from his sleeve and wiped his wet palms clean.

At this moment, a slender figure appeared silently behind him.

"Should I have told you already?"

"That Fujimiya-sama, there's no way he'll be on our side."

"What you're doing now will only alert the enemy, Captain Takasugi."

A calm male voice slowly sounded from the shadow behind him.

Take it easy.

This time, Gao Shan changed his usual stubborn and easily excited appearance like an ordinary young man and said calmly:

"As long as there is a glimmer of hope, I want to pull that adult to our side."

"All."

"A young person like you who has never witnessed the 'peak' firsthand would probably not understand, right?"

"The power of that lord."

The man behind him just chuckled, seeming a bit disdainful: "So, Captain Takasugi—do you still have the confidence to continue resisting now?"

"Foolish talk."

Gao Shan's voice was even colder this time. His eyes fell on the teacup fragments scattered on the table, and he said lightly:

"We have long since run out of retreat."

"Isn't it?"

As he spoke, he spread out his white, slender fingers.

He looked at his palm, which was deeply engraved by his own nails, leaving shallow blood marks.

In just a blink of an eye, the wound on the palm of his hand healed suddenly at an extraordinary speed.

As if it had never been torn.

......

First team team building.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni sat quietly on the tatami.

Suzube stood before him, reporting what he had seen and heard during the meeting, as well as the proposals and reactions of the captains.

"That's about it."

After he finished speaking, he put away the documents in his hand and stood still, waiting for Yamamoto's follow-up instructions.

At this time, Yamamoto was not at all like what Suzube said at the meeting, that he was unable to go out because of seclusion.

On the contrary, he still sat at the table with his eyes slightly closed.

After a pause of a few seconds, Yamamoto asked:

"What's Makoto's opinion?"

"Regarding the results of this promotion."

Suzube said calmly, "Captain Fujimiya did not speak at this meeting."

"..."

"That's it."

Yamamoto raised his eyelids again and looked at the names on the table in front of him. He said to himself, "It seems that he hasn't noticed it yet?"

"This kid has been slacking off for too long."

The old man cursed angrily.

Suzu Chojiro said nothing.

Looking down from his angle, he could just see the names written on the table by the captain.

Sifengyuan Thousand Days.

Rotten wood and silver ridge.

Shiba Night Ibis.

Today, they are the captains of the two, seven, and tenth squads respectively.

Although most of the former aristocratic class has now lost their long-standing reputation, they have reunited under the banner of these people in another way. With their excellent qualifications and real achievements, they have successfully held the positions of chief officers and even deputy captains in these squads.

Of the four great nobles who have emerged into the world, only Tsunayashiro remains in hiding, with no news of him being heard from since—perhaps due to the intense consumption in the previous battle.

Three hundred years is enough to change many situations.

Did the so-called 'Five Great Nobles', who were originally only a name, gradually regain some of the power they once had during this long period of time?

Resurgence.

So, Captain-sama, what do you want to do...?

Quebu looked at those names and speculated secretly in his mind.

However, when his eyes fell on the last line, he unconsciously frowned slightly.

Takasugi this time.

The train of thought that had just been established was suddenly interrupted, and turned into doubt again.

The old man on the mountain just let out a breath quietly.

"That's all."

"It would be good to teach him a lesson."

"Captain." Quebu seemed a little confused, but just asked, "Is there anything I can do?"

"Nothing to do."

The old man on the mountain said calmly, "Just wait until they start fighting among themselves."

"Just right."

"Let me see it too—"

At this point, the old man, who had been squinting his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes.

There was murderous intent in his voice.

"—Where do they get the confidence from?"

Chapter 6: Cracks (k!)

“Hmm—”

“Finally off work!!”

"Today is another hard day."

Fujimiya Makoto slumped in the reclining chair, his head held high lazily, his whole body looking like it was about to fall apart.

If it weren't for the documents on his desk that were less than a finger thick, forming a sharp contrast with the paper documents on the desk of Ukitake Jushiro next door that were almost piled up like a mountain, after hearing this, one might have thought that he had made some extraordinary contribution to the Soul Society today!

"That guy Ryoma is really something. He just dumped all the work on me after the captain's meeting."

"I must teach him a lesson next time."

Fujimiya Makoto muttered to himself, completely ignoring the sharp gaze from the side.

"..."

After hearing these words, Ukitake Sansei, who was blocked behind the mountain of documents, could not help but stare at Fujimiya Makoto with his white eyes surrounded by dark circles.

It seemed as if he wanted to make him feel a little guilty in this way.

But unfortunately, if there were such subtle emotions, would Fujimiya Makoto still be Fujimiya Makoto?

impossible!

When he stretched out his long lazy body, Mr. Fujimiya flipped over from his chair and walked out of the office in a hurry.

Before leaving, he waved to Mr. Ukitake with great concern and said warmly:

"Shishilang, you should also take care of your health."

“There’s never-ending work.”

"Soon-"