In Soul Society, love and bond begin

"Besides, I didn't agree to let you call me by my first name."

Listening to Kyoraku Shunsui's teasing, Sasaki Airi looked in the direction of the surrounding team members and asked casually, "Wasn't your team responsible for the Edo front before? Why are you running south?"

"This must be fate."

Kyoraku Shunsui always spoke in a frivolous manner around women, but his eyes were always focused on the soldiers around him. "Who would have thought that following the space signal here would lead me to encounter you, Airi?"

"Are they all concentrated around here?"

Sasaki Airi was stunned when she heard this and was speechless.

Obviously, she also followed the space signal all the way here.

"Um?!"

However, when hearing what Sasaki said, Kyoraku Shunsui, who had just looked frivolous, suddenly turned his head to look at her, and his gaze became a little sharper, with his eyes slightly narrowed.

"Wait...could it be?"

Seeing him suddenly become serious, Sasaki was stunned at first, and subconsciously wanted to ask him clearly.

But the next moment, a shrill wail suddenly rang in my ears.

"what--"

A Shinigami soldier had just killed a low-level Hollow, but before he could take another step forward, his body was suddenly struck by a sharp spike that shot out from the ground, piercing his calf and thigh.

The whole body was suddenly nailed to the spot by this sharp thorn and could not move at all.

Blood was spurting out of the wound.

It's not just that one soldier.

This wailing sound was like a starting gun.

Almost at the moment the sound came out, one spike after another shot out from the ground continuously, passing through the battle gap between the Death Gods and the Hollows with incredible precision and skill, and each time piercing into the Death Gods' legs or vital points at the most tricky angles, piercing them through the ground like a string of candied haws.

If a brave man endures the pain and cuts off the spikes to continue fighting, then two, three or even more spikes will pierce him at the same time.

"Everyone abandon the target!"

"Gather in the air!"

Kyoraku Shunsui, who was always on guard, immediately gave orders. At the same time, the blade in his hand continued to slash at the endless spikes shooting out from the ground. At the same time, he helped his companions kill the Hollows in front of them in order to help them escape from the battle.

Sasaki Airi's Zanpakutō was not suitable for dealing with such a small and nimble enemy, so she had to retreat repeatedly into the air, while constantly gathering the scattered Shinigami.

The quiet mountain forest was stained with blood, and the wailing continued.

At this point, even a fool could see from Sasaki Airi that they had been ambushed.

Someone deliberately led them in this direction.

'only...'

While dodging the spikes coming from the ground, she swung the giant hammer on her shoulder, smashing the lower-level Hollows one after another, sending blood, flesh and broken bones flying all over the sky, while she continued to think in her mind.

"If they're just guys like this, what's the point of surrounding them?"

Just as she was thinking this.

For some reason, Kyoraku Shunsui below suddenly turned his head towards her, his eyes wide open.

"later!!"

Almost subconsciously, Airi Sasaki suddenly turned the giant hammer in her hand and swung it behind her without hesitation.

However, it suddenly hit nothing.

In that brief gap, Sasaki's mind was obviously interrupted.

no one?

But in Kyoraku Shunsui's sight, she could easily see the thin monster flipping from behind her to above her head like a juggler.

Before he could remind himself, his figure had already rushed towards the shadow of the skinny monster reflected on the ground.

"Shadow Ghost!"

The blade pierced into the shadow on the ground.

Correspondingly, the monster's body was pierced by a blade.

At this time, Sasaki Airi finally discovered the figure of the monster. With a tense expression, she swung the giant hammer in her hand and smashed it towards the monster standing above her head.

"Iwazhi Mountain!!"

Suddenly, the surface of the hammer head, which was as tall as a person, was filled with clear light.

however.

"puff--"

Whether it is the shadow ghost played by Kyoraku Shunsui or Iwatsukiyama played by Sasaki Airi.

After hitting the monster's body, it was as if they were stuck in some non-Newtonian fluid, like a fruit knife stabbing into plasticine, and failed to provoke the monster's slightest reaction.

to the opposite.

"Um?!"

Airi Sasaki tried hard to pull the handle of the hammer in her hand, but suddenly found that the entire hammer head seemed to be stuck in the opponent's body.

It's totally impossible to pull it out.

The seemingly thin monster looked down at her condescendingly.

Beneath the ugly face covered by the mask, a faint smile appeared.

"laugh--"

Sasaki Airi suddenly had an ominous premonition in her heart.

The next moment, a tail as thin as a spike rose silently from behind Sasaki Airi.

The spike at the end suddenly grew larger, forming a huge trumpet.

"Fuck!"

He swallowed Sasaki straight from head to chest.

"Sasaki!"

Whether it was Kyoraku's shadow ghost, Sasaki's Iwashiriyama, or the tail rising from behind, all the actions happened almost at the same moment.

When he raised his head, half of Sasaki Airi had been swallowed by the tail.

That slender and powerful body was obviously struggling desperately, but her movements were like boxing in a sack. No matter how she moved, she could only move within a very small range.

On the contrary, the tail was made of some unknown structure, and it looked even tougher and tighter than the steel skin of the Great Void.

With Kyoraku Shunsui's excellent eyesight, he could even see Sasaki Airi's facial features pressed against the surface of the tail skin, and the slippery inner cavity absorbed her entire body smoothly.

Until finally, there was a muffled sound of "puff".

At that moment, Kyoraku Shunsui didn't even have time to feel fear in his heart. He was already one step ahead of others and rushed straight towards the sky where he was standing higher.

"Brand ghost!"

The slashing blows came down from top to bottom like a waterfall, rushing towards the direction of Marun Tunxu without stopping.

However, the opponent's speed was astonishingly fast.

With just a step back and a sideways movement, he easily and nimbly avoided Kyoraku Shunsui's slash, and the harsh laughter that rose from under the bone mask could not be stopped.

"Vice Captain Kyoraku!"

Just as his blood was surging and he was flying towards the direction of Wan Tunxu without hesitation, a familiar wailing sounded again from under him.

Kyoraku Shunsui's head, which was beginning to heat up, felt like a bucket of cold water was poured on it, and he suddenly turned around to look behind him.

Then, in front of the soldiers gathered in the air, a humanoid hollow with spikes standing up on its back like a hedgehog appeared.

There was no comparison between ordinary soldiers and this Hollow that looked like the legendary 'Varstrod'. The entire battlefield was almost a one-sided massacre.

The god of death who had just called out his name was none other than his subordinate, Takeshi Fushima.

But just as the sound was uttered, his body was suddenly pierced by dozens of sharp spikes, and turned into a gourd string.

Watching this scene, Kyoraku Shunsui couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

Whether it was the laughter from behind the mask of Marunouchou in front of him, or the wails from his subordinates behind him, they were like ice crystals spreading deep into his bones.

If this goes on...we will definitely be wiped out!

"squeak."

Kyoraku Shunsui tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword.

In fact, it wasn't just him who was having problems.

......

"Lord Kuchiki!"

"We've found a lot of traces of fighting here, but we still haven't found any bodies."

"It must be 'that' guy."

The vice-captain of the 7th Division, Kasumigaoji Motoji, stood up from the ground and rubbed the blood from his fingertips.

As the head of the Kasumidaru family of this generation, although he has lost his noble status, as a "genius" inherited from the noble bloodline accumulated over millions of years, he still relied on his own strength to win his current position.

To go with it is the experience and knowledge honed through continuous battles over the past century.

With just one glance, he determined that the fighting nearby would not last more than six hours.

Xiumu Yinling frowned slightly: "Where are the clothes? Didn't you find them?"

"Not this one."

Kasumigaoji Genji shook his head: "However, after being modified by Master Shudra, the Death Hegemon also has a certain spiritual particle structure."

"If something changes, the other party will probably eat it too, right?"

"Humph."

"Inaccurate intelligence."

Xiumu Yinling hummed softly, but didn't say much.

Although he built the Seventh Division as a trump card for the aristocratic forces to revive, all he used were his own people, whether they were the chief officer or the vice-captain.

However, among the lower-ranking officers and soldiers, some still have their hearts set on Seireitei.

Of course, we can't say too much about excessive things.

Kasumigaoji Motoji was very sensible and lowered his head, pretending that he heard nothing.

When the voice fell, he raised his head again and asked in a low voice:

"Oh right, Team Kuchiki—"

Before he could finish his words, Xiumu Yinling seemed to have suddenly realized something, and the sword at his waist was suddenly unsheathed, sweeping towards the direction where the wind came from.

"clang!"

There was a crisp metallic sound in the air.

Xiumu Yinling's expression suddenly became tense.

"Get out of these woods!"

However, the moment he said this, he suddenly realized that Kasumi Daoji Motoji beside him was not moving at all.

When he turned around, he saw that Xiadaoji Yuanci, who was only two or three meters away from him, had the entire upper half of his head cut off from the bridge of his nose.

In an instant, alarm bells rang in Xiumu Yinling's heart.

"Fly high! Windline Pu!"

The moment the words of liberation were spoken, scattered white lines suddenly spread out within a radius of dozens of meters, trying to cover all the soldiers around him.

As a captain, if he can't even protect his own soldiers, wouldn't he be the same as his father and the others?

What's the point of talking about reviving the aristocracy!

Xiumu Yinling's sharp eyes kept scanning the surroundings, and flying thin lines also rose in the air.