In Soul Society, love and bond begin

But his body had already been pierced by these tentacles as sharp as knife blades.

"Gurgle—Gurgle—"

Amidst the unusual sucking sounds that pierced her eardrums, the girl opened her mouth wide to say something, but her whole body melted rapidly like a lit candle.

Until the very end, Yoshida Misaki looked at the little one behind her and squeezed out a sentence from her almost melting throat:

"...run!"

The Zanpakutō in her hand finally fell down powerlessly.

The little figure that was hanging on the tentacles just now was left with only a piece of clothing still stained with blood.

Mako Hirako subconsciously grabbed the shallow sword on the ground, staring at the cloth hanging in the air with empty eyes, and her vocal cords seemed to be tightly grasped by some emotion.

It was as if a string in my head suddenly broke.

“Ah, ahhhh——!”

He seemed to have suddenly lost the ability to speak, and his hoarse voice uttered meaningless shouts.

The expression on the tense face covered with tears became distorted.

The small hands pulled the wide scabbard and handle, and struggled to pull the sharp blade out of the scabbard.

Even the simple action of holding the blade with both hands and raising it seemed so difficult, the frail little guy still raised the blade high while howling, completely forgetting Yoshida Misaki's last instructions.

With her blade, pointed at her enemies.

Unconsciously, my weak legs regained strength, and my whole body felt as tense as steel. My steps went from trembling at first to gradually being able to move.

Hirako Mako raised the shallow sword that was almost as tall as him, howled, and launched a desperate charge towards the tentacles.

It’s a pity that there are not so many miracles in this world.

Just when he thought he was about to cut off the obstacle in front of him.

The tentacle suddenly flew up like a whip.

"boom--"

The small body was lifted into the air, rolled and shot into the ruins in the distance, exploding into a cloud of smoke and dust.

The gravel is flying.

Just this one blow was enough to make Makoto Hirako fall down so hard that his whole body seemed to be falling apart.

After the sudden burst of courage, along with the pain, waves of fear of death came into my mind.

However, all the strength in his body seemed to be drained away by this light blow.

Mako Hirako felt as if she didn't even have the strength to move.

I can only watch everything.

Just like the scene where Yoshida Misaki-senpai was killed just now.

I'm going to fall down.

This sudden thought suddenly arose in his mind.

However, his body stood up slowly and tremblingly.

"Fall..."

Sticky blood flowed down the wound on his forehead, covering his vision.

Unconsciously, everything in the bloodstained vision seemed to be turned upside down.

Heaven and earth are all in rebellion.

Only that tentacle was still pointing at him like a gun tip.

Mako Hirako could feel her heart trembling, as if if she took a step forward, she would fall to the ground, causing a dull pain that would make her grimace in pain.

Just standing there made him feel terrified.

but.

But I want to take a step forward no matter what.

Can't stay where we are!

Driven by the contradiction between fear and courage that seems to penetrate into the bones.

His voice was filled with tears, trembling violently, tears streaming down his face, but he subconsciously called out a certain name:

"Fall down!"

"Reverse caress!"

Almost at the moment the sound fell.

The tentacles that shot out like whips suddenly passed through his temples, stuck to his cheek, and pierced straight into the thick wall behind him.

The golden mushroom hair is flying.

A shallow wound was left on the little guy's cheek.

However, the same is true for him.

The blood spurting from the broken tentacle dyed half of the clothes red in the blink of an eye.

"You're pretty good, kid."

The man standing in front of him was tall and thin. From the side, he could see a deep scar running diagonally across his entire face. His complexion was dark yellow and his voice was hoarse.

It doesn't look like they are easy to get along with.

On the captain's haori behind him, the word "Thirteen" was written in large letters.

Sumashi Shinichiro looked at the tentacle extending from the distance in front of him and said calmly: "You are different from me who has no talent. You are a talented person."

"You have to live well."

Mako Hirako stood there, staring at him blankly, with sticky snot seeping into her mouth.

Suma Shishinichiro did not look back, but slowly pulled out the sword from his waist and looked at the alley farther away.

"Come out."

"You...you're not a Hollow, right?"

Chapter 6: Desperate Counterattack (k)

The moment Suma Shishinichiro's voice fell, the smoke and dust in the distance suddenly settled.

Behind him, Makoto Hirako's expression suddenly turned to astonishment, and he looked fixedly in the direction of the dust.

As he spoke, a slender figure about two meters tall slowly walked out from the depths of the smoke and dust.

The man's entire body was covered in a pale, bone-like color, as if he was wrapped in a layer of tough leather. Only his face was always covered with a hideous bone mask, with tentacles as thick as the roots of giant trees, floating silently in the water.

"Ho..."

From beneath his mask came a low, panting sound, completely unable to form any syllables that a human could produce.

Only scarlet is deep.

Suma Shishinichiro suddenly narrowed his eyes, leaned forward, and placed one hand on the hilt of the sword.

Almost at the moment he made this attacking gesture, several pale light bands suddenly flew out, leaving a hollow and incomplete white shadow in the air like a bullet, and the exciting white vibrations spread in all directions, like ripples blooming in the field of vision.

"Zhengzhengzheng——"

Mako Hirako was completely unable to catch the moment when the uncle in front of him drew his sword. Although she was sitting behind him, her face felt as if it was being pierced by countless knife-like wind and waves, which hurt her so much.

However, when he came to his senses, he saw that the pale tentacles that had originally shot out like bullets had all turned into broken pieces in mid-air.

Suma Shishinichiro pulled the corner of his mouth and laughed softly:

“Although I don’t have much talent.”

"But throughout my life, the only skill I have mastered, which I have painstakingly cultivated over many years, is the sword-drawing technique. It is somewhat commendable."

The moment he finished speaking, he took a step forward.

The whole figure suddenly disappeared, and strong winds blew.

'So fast! '

This was the only thought that flashed through Mako Hirako's mind.

Suma Shishinichiro kept holding his sword and rushed forward, crossing a hundred meters in the blink of an eye.

However, the figure covered with pale skin just stood there steadily, looking at him without dodging or evading.

You really underestimate me!

This thought flashed through Sumazhi's mind, and his slightly narrowed eyes suddenly widened.

In an instant, dozens of afterimages seemed to slash at the void in front of them from all angles at the same time.

At the same time, all the tentacles behind him shot out.

"Dang-dang-dang-dang-"

Countless collisions were heard simultaneously, and the combination of extreme speed and enormous force suddenly superimposed into an explosion that was enough to burst one's eardrums.

The impact of the sudden explosion continued to transmit impacts to the ground beneath their feet. The seemingly small force poured out, turning the solid bricks and stones into powder in an instant.

First, large pieces of stone bricks cracked into spider web shapes and spread around. Then, the broken stones were lifted up by the violent shock. Then, the rising air currents continued to hit these flying gravel into jets that spread around like dust.

In the blink of an eye, the area where the two people collided at high speed was transformed from a flat brick and stone college square into a large uninhabited area of ​​yellow sand that abruptly appeared between the buildings.

Mako Hirako covered her ears with difficulty, trying to squeeze her small body into the corner as much as possible, but she unconsciously opened her eyes wide and watched the duel between the two "monsters".

Although it was clear that both sides had already exchanged countless sword blows, nothing could be seen in the vast area between them.

Only vaguely can one catch with the naked eye the dense sparks that burst out when the tentacles collide with the blade - it could be the result of one collision, or it could be the result of countless collisions.

This contradictory vision made his brain feel a little swollen. Only by holding Yoshida-senpai's Zanpakutō tightly could this strange feeling be slightly alleviated.

"Is this the captain's strength?"

Looking at the unimaginable battle in front of him, the concept of "power" entered Mako Hirako's young mind for the first time.

However, Sumashi, who was at the center of the battle circle at this time, obviously had no time to guide the younger generation.

Although he was drawing and swinging his sword at an astonishing speed, the monster in front of him seemed to have no concept of "fatigue" at all. After countless collisions, its speed did not slow down at all.

The difference is that Sumashi knows exactly where his limits are.

Besides.

His slightly narrowed eyes inadvertently glanced at the end of the tentacle, which kept emitting sparks when it collided with his blade.

It looked like a soft, supple, and slippery substance like tofu, but when I chopped it with my hands, it suddenly became as hard as steel. And then, after stretching, it suddenly showed a softness that seemed to be a visual effect...

In that case.

"boom!"

The blade was suddenly pulled out of the scabbard and suddenly slashed upwards, hitting several tentacles at the same time, and a streak of sparks passed through the air.

Suma Shishinichiro suddenly took a step to the side and shot out to the side like an arrow.

After they had some distance between them, he turned around again and looked at the 'Hollow' with a cold gaze.

"Under heaven and earth, nothing is indestructible."

"Only speed can break it."

"so..."

He bent his body several steps lower than before, his entire upper body almost parallel to the ground, but his hands still maintained the posture of drawing the sword, his eyes cold.

"If there's something you can't cut, just cut it faster than before and that'll be fine."

As if he understood what Sumashi said, Tentacle Xu arrogantly let out a soft "huh" sound and folded his hands across his chest.

Only the tentacles behind it spread out in all directions.

Suma Shishinichiro slowly revealed an arrogant smile on his face and murmured: