In Soul Society, love and bond begin

"You don't really think that after all this time spent monitoring and preparing in Soul Society, you and your team haven't been able to find any information?"

"Even though we knew, we still came here."

Fujimiya Makoto narrowed his eyes slightly.

As he spoke, he raised his wrist and gestured to Fujimiya Makoto with a smile, "As captain and vice-captain, to prevent excessive damage to the real world, the moment you pass through the world-crossing gate, you will automatically be sealed with a 'Limited Spiritual Seal' that will block 80% of your spiritual pressure."

"This spiritual seal can only be released with permission from Soul Society."

"but."

"What if I block the 'cancel signal'?"

The man with thick eyebrows and big eyes looked at them with a smile: "With your strength limited to one-fifth, what else can you do?"

Immediately afterwards, Aizen's originally warm expression suddenly turned stern:

"kill him!"

As if to cater to his words, the moment the voice fell, the dozen or so humanoid figures surrounding him all let out excited growls.

Fujimiya Makoto looked at him.

Suddenly he took a step forward.

Almost at the moment when the last syllable of '——he' fell.

Fujimiya Makoto's slender figure suddenly passed through the encirclement formed by several human-shaped Hollows.

Still maintaining the 'open mouth' gesture, a blurry afterimage suddenly appeared in the peripheral vision of Aizen.

In front of him, a big hand had already covered his face.

The force of his fingertips pressing on his facial bones gave him the illusion that his entire head would explode in the next moment, but his slow nerves were unable to transmit the pain in time.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Until, turning to the next second.

"Om-"

Fujimiya Makoto maintained the posture of leaning forward with his claws clenched.

The air beneath him suddenly vibrated, sending a circle of scattered gray smoke around him.

However, the person he was supposed to have shoved into the ground suddenly disappeared and reappeared.

Aizen appeared in the center of several human-shaped Hollows, still in shock, breathing heavily with his pupils constricted.

He didn't notice that there was a circle of sunken fingerprints on his square face.

At that moment, if he had been even a fraction of a second slower, his entire face would have been torn off.

Fujimiya Makoto turned his head and looked at the pale-faced Aizen standing in the middle of several human-shaped Hollows, frowning and saying:

"A space-type Zanpakutō?"

"It's a very rare ability."

"but."

"Is this why you dare to appear in front of me?"

Aizen's brows knitted together as he looked at the man in front of him in disbelief: "How could it be? The limited spirit seal didn't work?"

"wrong!"

"So you were able to quickly crack even the Spirit Seal?"

"As expected of a great figure who left behind a legend three hundred years ago..."

"Not."

Fujimiya Makoto reached out and pulled open the loose collar of his Shibauri uniform.

On his left chest, there was a clear and complete spiritual seal of the ninth squad's team flower, 'White Sakura'.

"Don't worry."

He smiled at the man in front of him and said warmly, "It's still working well."

"Your plan was successful."

Almost at the moment he saw the mark, Aizen's expression suddenly became stiff, as ashen as a corpse that had just died.

"idiot."

Even Saito, who was standing by, couldn't stand it anymore and sneered, "You bunch of idiots, you're not going to jump out and overthrow the Soul Society without knowing anything, are you?"

As the girl spoke, her voice gradually deepened.

A chilling coldness rose from the depths of the amber-like, deep purple single eye.

"—Fledglings who don't even know how high the sky is."

That indifferent voice seemed to have broken through Aizen's last line of defense. The countless words that had accumulated in his heart and wanted to be spoken turned into a roar that was not sure whether it was fear or rage:

"on!"

The humanoid figures around received the order and immediately shot out like arrows from a crossbow, all rushing towards the two of them.

Aizen himself suddenly took half a step back.

Turn around and run!

His figure suddenly disappeared into the deep forest and turned into a shadow.

wrong!

The information is wrong!

Didn't that bastard Takasugi say that Yamamoto Shigekuni was only at that level?

It was clearly estimated completely according to the intelligence he provided!

Seventeen people with spiritual power close to the third level should have been able to kill an enemy with only one-fifth of his spiritual pressure.

Now...

"Hey!"

Just as Aizen's thoughts were racing.

Suddenly, a creepy voice came from behind.

In the gap between the real world and the space channel, Fujimiya Makoto firmly grasped his left arm, as if through a narrow dungeon window with clear light, and stated:

"You can't escape."

The slender five fingers locked on his wrist were as tough as a vise.

Is this guy really still a human?

For a moment, this absurd thought flashed through his mind.

But the next second, Aizen's pupils couldn't stop dilating, and a trace of cruelty suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"laugh!"

Space is closed.

Fujimiya Makoto stood there, holding a severed arm in his hand, with a speechless look on his face.

"..."

It's really over.

It's too early to say such harsh words.

......

Chapter 198: Countercurrent

In the pitch-black space channel, countless curved lines of pigment meandered along both sides of Aizen's sight, crossing the limitations of long distances in an instant, squeezing his spirit and spiritual pressure to the extreme.

"laugh--"

The sound of friction between the body and the spirit can be clearly heard in the ears.

Until finally, light appeared before my eyes.

"vomit!"

Aizen staggered out from the crack in space, spitting blood from his mouth.

He tried to cover the broken wound on his left shoulder with his right hand, but the blood still gushed out and flowed through the gaps between his fingers.

There was no trace of the hideous distortion caused by pain on his face, only a look of fear like a palpitation spreading all over his face.

Even the corners of my eyes couldn't stop trembling.

He exhaled long and hard.

The heart in my chest seemed to be tightly grasped by fear and forgot to beat.

After many years, he once again felt the emotion called 'cowardice'.

"Monster... that kind of monster..."

Aizen murmured subconsciously, his expression gradually turning into an extremely sinister and fierce one: "We can't continue to carry out the plan."

As he spoke, he raised his head and looked at the open space in front of him, muttering coldly:

"We must kill that guy before this loser's mind completely collapses!"

In the middle of the forest deep in the Aoki Mountains, Takasugi, whose body had mostly become intangible, was bound from head to toe with steel-like straps, nailing him firmly to the spot.

The outer periphery of the body is surrounded by countless silk threads composed of spiritual pressure, forming circles of translucent spheres that look like cocoons.

You can vaguely see what's inside from the outside.

There was still an indescribable look of madness on his face, and the tentacles behind him seemed to have real intelligence. They were inserted into the ground like tree roots, constantly agitating and contracting, absorbing something on their own without regard for Takasugi's mental limits this time.

Takasugi's upper body clothes had been completely torn this time, revealing his muscular chest, with a half-mask covering his heart.

The mask seemed to be implanted in his muscles and internal organs, with several clearly visible dilated blood vessels around it, expanding and contracting.

Now he is completely unable to move.

"Boom-thump-"

There was only the heavy heartbeat like a drum, hitting the hearts of others again and again.

It even makes breathing difficult.

It seemed that he noticed Aizen's spiritual pressure reaction.

Takasugi, who was curled up inside the sphere, suddenly opened his eyes.

The moment his eyelids lifted, even Aizen's heart skipped a beat.

The pair of black vertical pupils like sharp swords, embedded in the center of a pair of dark green irises, turned their eyes towards him like a knife, with a cold and sticky feeling.

It seems to have lost its human form.

It was obvious that his transformation had reached the final stage.

If they had followed the original plan, they should have intercepted all Soul Society reinforcements, absorbed a sufficient amount of Shinigami spiritual pressure, and then activated the evolved Takasugi Konji to launch a counterattack against the entire Soul Society.

But now the plan has failed.

As long as Fujimiya Makoto is still alive, they are destined to be unable to capture enough sources of spiritual pressure to feed Takasugi to the strength they originally estimated.

Aizen was very sure that it would only take a short time for Fujimiya Makoto, who had locked onto his spiritual pressure fluctuations, to find him immediately.

By then, no matter whether it was Takasugi Konji or himself, everyone would die at the hands of that monster.

At this time, we can only come up with a plan.

Since there is no way to capture more Death Gods.

Then changing to something else won't make much difference.

For example...Xuan?