In Soul Society, love and bond begin

"Ryoma."

"It's great that you're okay."

Kuryashiki Ryoma secretly wiped the blood off his body, glanced down at the corpses scattered on the ground, and exhaled: "It's all thanks to you."

"Ah."

"What a disgusting bunch of guys."

The former officer named Shimamura sarcastically said, "A bunch of bastards who personally slaughtered our veterans who made great contributions, are you trying to act like brothers in front of me?"

"It's ridiculous."

Fujimiya Makoto loosened his hand, and the middle-aged man with a hoarse voice fell to the ground, his whole body too weak to move.

However, his gaze was still cold and hard as he looked at the people in front of him, with the corners of his lips raised.

He looked as if he was ready to die.

Fujimiya Makoto looked at him puzzled and asked:

"Kill them all?"

"I think you guys are just retiring on time."

"Is anyone forcing you to die?"

However, hearing his calm question, Shimamura's voice suddenly became excited, and his whole body was shaking: "Isn't this just forcing me to die?!"

"Bastard!"

"I have shed so much more blood for Yuanzi Academy than you youngsters!"

"We're still at a fighting age, yet you're kicking us out of our positions, taking away our power, and only giving us some property as a subsidy!"

"Instead, those juniors who had no experience in fighting and had only undergone a few tests sat in our seats..."

"If this isn't a humiliation, what is?!"

"Soul Society is so unfair, let's destroy it!"

As he spoke, Shimamura Rokusei's hair stood on end in anger, and he glared at Fujimiya Makoto.

Upon hearing this, Fujimiya Makoto turned around and looked at Kurayashiki Ryoma beside him.

It was obvious that this was an old senior who had shed blood for Motojijuku and suffered injuries for Seireitei.

Even though they were in such a desperate situation, they still had no regrets about what Aizen had done to them and even cursed them. There were obviously some reasons for this.

Thinking of this, Fujimiya Makoto suddenly asked:

"Shimamura-kun, you were once the sixth seat in the Economic Intelligence Division, right?"

"So what!"

Shimamura Itama looked serious and righteous.

Fujimiya Makoto suddenly said, "One hundred and thirty years ago, the World Economic Report of the Dead, jointly released by the East and West Bureaus, defined a new economic indicator term, GDP."

"What's its full name?"

When he heard this question out of the blue, Shimamura Rokusei's expression was obviously stunned.

"what?"

"this and that..."

Afterwards, the momentum of this iron-boned retired Grim Reaper obviously weakened, and he stammered for a long time without being able to answer.

Without saying anything, Fujimiya Makoto stabbed his knife into his neck and said helplessly:

"That's why you're forced to retire."

"That's almost 130 years."

Shimamura's body was stiff and he fell to the ground at an angle.

Do not look down.

Miss Saito turned her head and pretended not to see this scene, whistling softly, tapping the rhythm with her small straw sandals.

She wasn't quite sure what that chicken ground thing was.

"All right."

Fujimiya Makoto sheathed his sword and turned to the two of them, saying, "If we see these guys again... we'll have to take them out together."

"Yes!"

Kuryashiki Ryoma had no objection to this.

As the deputy captain of the prison team, he knew very well what kind of people most of those imprisoned people were.

Just as he was thinking about it, Fujimiya Makoto suddenly turned his head and narrowed his eyes slightly.

next moment.

On the distant horizon, a waterfall rises up, penetrating the sky and the earth.

"Ok?"

Chapter 199 Fish in Deep Water

"Alarm! Alarm!"

"The total spiritual pressure of the key observation target in area E13 has increased again!"

"Why hasn't the restriction removal setting been sent yet?"

"Deputy Director, area E13 is locked by a special spatial barrier, and direct communication is currently unavailable! The spiritual seal will take at least five minutes to decode itself!"

"Bastard!"

Squad 12, Current Observation Center.

The researchers in white coats were busy with their own business. Occasionally, a few hurried reports were heard in the spacious hall. The sound of keyboards and spiritual pressure adjustments were endless. Everyone looked nervous.

Shutara Senjumaru stood in front of the big screen, quietly watching the waterfall of spiritual pressure that penetrated the heaven and earth in the image, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"Senjumaru!"

Hikifune Kiryu also had a stern face, even forgetting the honorifics he had developed in the last hundred years. He said nervously, "Let me lead the Dankai team and try again!"

"If we don't break that space blockade."

Speaking of this, the girl who usually looks optimistic also felt a little anxious.

What was originally a good tracking and raiding operation suddenly turned into a counter-ambush, and even the space and communication channels were blocked.

As a result, the main captains of the assault team could only fight the enemy at one-fifth of their strength.

This kind of thing was totally not in their plan.

No one expected that the enemy, estimated to be only a few in the area, could organize such a large-scale attack in one go.

"hold on."

However, it is different from Hikifune Kiryu's anxiety.

Shutara Senjumaru stood in front of the big screen, his expression still calm.

The beauty who always looked elegant in the past was so calm at the critical moment that it exceeded Kiryu Hikifune's expectations, but it was also difficult to understand at once.

"But, Brother Cheng and the others..."

"Calm down, Kiri-chan."

Shutara Senjumaru said calmly, "Do you think that one or two people can organize such a large-scale space-locking barrier?"

Hikifune Tongsheng was startled.

"you mean...?"

"A skilled hunter often appears before others as prey."

"The big fish hiding in the deep waters haven't appeared yet."

Shutara Senjumaru turned his head to look at her and said with a low laugh:

"not to mention..."

"Did you misunderstand something?"

Hikifune Kiryu looked at her in confusion: "Misunderstanding?"

Senjumaru's voice was slow and low:

"Fool."

"That's Fujimiya Makoto."

......

"Rumble--"

Fujimiya Makoto, Saito and others stopped at the edge of the reverse-flowing waterfall and looked at the tiny figure in the center of the storm from afar.

It's not just a few of them.

From all directions, figures one after another gathered towards the center of spiritual pressure.

The bodies formed based on those rebellious death gods surrounded the edge of the storm like guards, looking coldly at the many captains gathering here.

Except for Fujimiya Makoto and his group, everyone else looked somewhat disheveled.

Not everyone can easily suppress these monsters that are close to captain-level strength when their own condition is only one-fifth.

"What the hell is this...?"

Kuchiki Ginrei stood in mid-air, looking up at the center of the sky, which was gathering and shattering from top to bottom like a tide, turning into spiritual pressure and gathering towards the center of the storm, and spoke subconsciously.

There was a hint of imperceptible retreat in his blank eyes.

His originally fair and handsome face looked extremely ugly against the backdrop of the virtual group that seemed to cover the entire sky.

Yan Yuanjinle quietly felt the spiritual pressure that continued to gather from all directions, and said with emotion:

"This probably means that half of the Hollows in the real world have gathered here, right?"

"How terrible."

As he spoke, he pushed the frame of his glasses and turned his head to look to the other side:

"Makoto-kun."

"Don't you want to clean up this dust first?"

Waiting for the final boss's three-stage transformation is a big taboo for the protagonist.

As soon as he said this, Kuchiki Ginrei and Kyoraku Shunsui turned to look at him almost at the same time.

Fujimiya Makoto stood there quietly, his hands tucked into his sleeves. When he heard Yan Yuanjinle's question, he just smiled indifferently, but there was a hidden meaning behind it:

"Let's solve it together."

"If I can't catch it, it's up to you."

Hearing this, Yan Yuanjinle glanced at him again, as if he understood what he meant.

Nod slightly.

But that calm and arrogant tone somehow made Xiumu Yinling, who was standing on the other side, feel a little uncomfortable.

It was as if he was the so-called 'Boss', waiting for the clown to perform its futile show.

Thinking back to my stupid look of shock just now, I suddenly had the illusion that I was overshadowed.

The five fingers in the sleeves clenched unconsciously.

‘Damn it! ’

"Am I still a noble?!"

Kyoraku Shunsui turned his head and looked at Fujimiya Makoto who always looked calm, speculating secretly.

Even though the other person was a teacher from his class and seemed to be about the same age as him, none of the young people of Kyoraku Shunsui's generation had ever seen this "legend" of Soul Society in action with his full strength.