In Soul Society, love and bond begin

What's more, when did Xu, who has always been accustomed to living a life of mediocrity, become so "fearless and fearless"?

All kinds of questions emerged in everyone's minds.

Moreover, when the issue involves former nobles and ordinary soldiers, it suddenly becomes very sensitive.

Even though three hundred years have passed.

However, the fact that the nobles of Seireitei were massacred by Motojijuku did not disappear with the passage of time.

Instead, they gradually surfaced as the former noble forces relied on the rise of the Gotei 13 - compared to the ordinary soldiers who made up the vast majority of the Gotei 13, the talents of the great nobles who had been passed down for millions of years were ultimately superior.

Naturally, their proportion among the chief officials and senior management becomes even more significant.

"No matter what, this matter must be investigated!"

Xiumu Yinling was silent for a long time, then gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "This must be a premeditated and targeted attack on the nobles!"

"Calm down."

Fujimiya Makoto said in a warm and gentle voice, "The Maggot Nest and the Prison have also been attacked, and we can't find anyone there yet."

"What do the soldiers who died in your team have in common?"

"How can it be the same?!"

Kuchiki Ginling, however, was unwilling to give in. He raised his head and met Fujimiya Makoto's gaze directly. He frowned and raised his voice in dissatisfaction, saying, "How can a mere lowly prisoner be compared to the safety of the five noble sons?"

"Now we must focus our efforts on protecting..."

However, before he could finish his words, Fujimiya Makoto suddenly interrupted him, his voice suddenly becoming colder:

"I ask you to calm down."

The words fell.

Fujimiya Makoto cast an indifferent glance in his direction.

A clear blue light flashed in the depths of the pupils.

Almost at the moment he met that cold gaze, Xiumu Yinling's ears suddenly rang with a series of extremely sharp and intense buzzing sounds.

The originally clear vision turned into a blurry picture as if distorted by high temperature in an instant.

An extremely heavy spiritual pressure instantly covered his entire body. It was as if he was carrying an invisible mountain on his back and shoulders. His entire body, from muscles to internal organs, was pulled down uncontrollably, as if he would immediately kneel to the ground if his knees weakened even a little.

The throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand, even breathing became dull and difficult, the lungs felt as if they were burned by flames, and I began to suffocate without knowing it.

In the blink of an eye, his eyes were covered with spider-web-like bloodshot.

"Ho..."

Xiumu Yinling opened his mouth subconsciously, his wrist trembling slightly as he pressed on the hilt of the knife.

But the next moment, the mountain-like pressure suddenly disappeared.

His movements suddenly stopped.

Fine streams of sweat flowed down the temples and back, and the hair was covered with sweat, crawling on the skin, bringing a slight chill, making people feel cold from the bottom of their hearts.

However, when Kuchiki Ginrei turned around to look at Shihouin Chihiro and Shiba Yohiori, they both seemed to feel nothing and just looked at him with some confusion.

Even Ruyue Qinxuan acted as if they hadn't noticed anything.

She seemed puzzled by his abnormal expression.

The moment he realized this, the anger in Xiumu Yinling's heart was immediately extinguished.

Is it possible to achieve this level with just spiritual pressure?

"Gudong."

Xiumu Yinling's throat moved slightly.

Fujimiya Makoto still had that gentle and calm expression as he looked at him quietly.

"Calm down?"

"..."

"Yes."

Although he still had a cold face, Xiumu Yinling's emotions from the previous second to now were completely different.

The arrogance that had arisen in him due to his mastery of Bankai gradually disappeared.

He looked at the young man in front of him who seemed to be about the same age as him, and seemed to finally recall the countless battles this guy had fought in Soul Society and Soul Society hundreds of years ago.

Even my mind became clear.

Kuchiki Ginling spoke quickly, "According to the surviving team members, a total of seventeen nobles were killed in the targeted siege by the Hollows."

"The characteristics are... youth, outstanding talent, but relatively low strength."

Shifengyuan Qianri frowned: "Are there many people who know about their situation?"

"a lot of."

"Or rather, the Kuchiki family is intentionally spreading the word."

Kuchiki Ginling didn't even bother to offer the most basic cover-up and whispered, "Didn't a lot of the funding for proposals at previous Golden Seal Conferences go towards this? You should know that, Chihiro-kun."

“Ah, aha!”

Shihouin Chihiro smiled and turned around.

He seemed to have fallen asleep during the meeting.

However, when hearing these characteristics, Fujimiya Makoto's expression suddenly turned bad.

He quickly asked, "How many disciples of your family are currently in the Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy?"

For a moment, the pupils of everyone present constricted.

Ok? !

......

"Boom, boom, boom——"

The earth shook and rocks flew everywhere.

The tentacles flew like bullets, piercing through the body and digging into the ground, tearing apart everything that stood in its way amidst the flash of swords and sabers.

Be it a person or a brick wall.

Under the guidance of their instructor, the senior students in red and white uniforms drew their Zanpakutō, which had not yet been released, and rushed towards the giant figure.

Blood splattered on the ground.

Farther away, a little kid with a yellow bob was wearing a blue and white junior school uniform, and his little hand was being held tightly by a senior girl who was obviously much older than him.

Amidst the whistling sound of the wind, the little boy's light body was almost blown away by the strong wind caused by his instant step.

The girl in front of him didn't care about all this and ran for her life.

A series of shrill wails rang out from behind.

The two of them used instant steps to quickly shuttle between the teaching buildings, and their spiritual pressure was consumed at the same rate.

It was not until they entered a narrow alley that the older girl finally stopped, squatted at the entrance, and looked outside cautiously.

The little girl with a yellow bob had thick tear marks all over her face, her snot and tears were stuck together, her eyes were red and she was grinning, trying hard to suppress her tears.

"...Yi-Sister Yoshida."

A trembling sound came out of his mouth unconsciously: "That thing, is it Xu?"

The girl, who was also trembling all over, didn't turn around until she heard a sound behind her.

She looked not much older than the little yellow-haired boy.

But after hearing the trembling sound, he seemed to realize something. His red eyes curved and he forced a smile on his face.

"It's okay, Mako."

"The instructors and sixth-year seniors are here, and there are many, many powerful seniors outside."

"A guy who suddenly breaks in like this can be taken care of in just two or three hits!"

The girl said this, but her left hand was still tightly grasping the scabbard.

Even the fingertips were clenched white.

She is actually lying.

As a fourth-year student, Yoshida Misaki has already learned the spiritual pressure perception method and has outstanding talents in perception and spiritual particle manipulation.

If nothing unexpected happens, she will probably join the Ghost Path Society after graduation, right?

Or maybe he could join the 4th Division and become a medical officer.

Because she is very good at it.

But it was also because of this that Yoshida Misaki could clearly feel the gap between the seniors and instructors and that Hollow.

Is that Yachukas?

Or Vastod?

Normally speaking, monsters that can only be defeated by captains should be hiding in the deepest part of Hueco Mundo, right?

Why are you here?!

Yoshida Misaki almost wanted to cry out loud.

However, there were other children around her who were even more confused than her.

This made her hold back her tears, not daring to show any sign of weakness.

Yoshida Misaki thought so aggrievedly, but her hand tightly grasped Mako's wrist, and she said as softly and gently as possible:

"Relax, Mako."

"We're going to be fine."

Mako Hirako listened to her words, tightened her face, and nodded vigorously.

But the tears couldn't stop falling from her eyes as she nodded.

As a freshman who had just entered school and hadn't even learned the art of fighting, he was brave enough to remain rational after witnessing the bloody scene of his classmates who he had been with day and night being killed and torn to pieces in an instant.

Looking at his dazed look, Yoshida Misaki couldn't help but smile. She took a deep breath and suppressed the heartbeat in her chest.

"Have you rested well? It's time to keep running."

"Ok!"

Mako Hirako straightened up, holding her knees.

He is a very smart kid.

He knew that as long as he ran out of the academy area, he would encounter patrolling Death God seniors everywhere.

If only I could get out...

Thinking of this, Yoshida Misaki grabbed Mako's little hand.

However, neither of them noticed.

The fierce fighting and wailing in the distance gradually stopped at some point.

"run!"

Yoshida Misaki stepped out of the alley, shouting while using all her strength to perform instant steps.

Mako Hirako also followed the girl and took steps forward with all her might.

However, for some reason, this time the high-speed inertia that seemed to want to pull people up into the air did not continue to rise in front of him like before.

thump!

He fell to the ground with a thud.

But the next moment, Mako Hirako subconsciously raised her head.

The white tentacles shot out like long whips and suddenly passed by a foot in front of him, so fast that they only left a white afterimage on his retina.

The girl who stepped out of the alley looked back in surprise.