In Soul Society, love and bond begin

The space where the two of them were suddenly began to vibrate like ripples on the trembling sea.

......

"You, still can't understand?"

"The gap between us."

Fujimiya Makoto retracted the scabbard in his hand.

The bony limb that was hit by the end of the handle seemed to have lost an important fulcrum the moment the handle was pulled out.

The force and cracks continued to spread along the direction of the limbs' growth, and the spider-web-like cracks continued to extend deeper and farther until they covered all the spider legs and blades.

"boom!"

Like a glass hitting hard ground.

The spider legs behind it and the bone blades clinging to the outside of its arms were all shattered.

This time, Takasugi's long tail was stretched straight behind him.

He stared blankly at the man in front of him, gritting his teeth and repeating in disbelief:

“Impossible…Impossible!”

"How could the world be so far away from me!"

"Become stronger!"

"As long as I can continue to evolve... definitely, definitely!"

The constant repetition seemed to intensify his belief.

Without waiting for Fujimiya Makoto to make any move, Takasugi's tail, stretched straight behind him, suddenly stabbed into the ground.

"laugh!"

Kyoraku Shunsui, who was still fighting with the three-headed body, suddenly stopped and, guided by a premonition of crisis, unconsciously took half a step back.

Then, a long and thin tail suddenly emerged from the ground.

The 'body' that was fighting with Kyoraku Shunsui didn't have time to react to what was happening before the tail suddenly pierced into his body from behind.

"Gudong!"

In just a moment, the body was sucked dry.

Immediately afterwards, several "raw" corpses killed by Saito and others were swallowed up by the long tail extending from the ground.

In order to devour it as quickly as possible, he even separated more than a dozen of them, and stared at Fujimiya Makoto in front of him with a tense expression.

However, Fujimiya Makoto showed no intention of moving at all.

Just watch his performance quietly.

The body, which had just reached its limit, underwent more drastic changes after being injected with a new source of spiritual pressure.

The spiritual pressure that had been completely suppressed in the body continued to overflow.

Even in the cracks and wounds on the surface of the body, dazzling spiritual light flashed uncontrollably, clear and transparent.

Not only that.

The pale shell that had previously covered Takasugi's body like armor also shattered as the spiritual pressure continued to expand.

Slowly and bit by bit, a nimble body like a human appeared beneath the shell.

Only the skin on the palm of his right hand slowly broke through, and a bone spear like a spider's leg extended out.

Not until all the bodies of the elemental bodies were devoured did the bone spear completely emerge from the palm of his hand.

"Snapped!"

The terrifying spiritual pressure seemed to have sucked out all the air in the area. The sudden drop in air pressure made people's vision go dark.

Xiumu Yinling, the weakest among the crowd, could even feel his vision gradually going dark. It even became difficult for him to breathe. He could only keep squeezing his chest and exhaling forcefully.

Even his face turned red without him noticing.

"If it's this kind of spiritual pressure."

"That guy..."

However, it was just as Aizen had expected.

Containing spiritual pressure itself is not a process that can be done without restraint. If one wants to withstand power beyond his limit, he should naturally pay the corresponding price.

At this moment, Fujimiya Makoto could see it clearly.

While constantly absorbing and containing this spiritual pressure, Takasugi, whose spirit was already about to reach its limit, gradually lost his human sanity.

Even though the hands still held weapons, the legs maintained the same posture as when a human walked.

However, from the depths of his eyes, which were gradually turning white and then beginning to turn scarlet, one could sense his changes.

“Ang ang ang——!!!”

Along with the power that he could not bear, the most fundamental animal nature that was also buried deep in his soul also emerged.

Crazy!

Damn, who on earth can stop this power?!

This time, Takasugi took a step forward, his body swaying.

One step, two steps, faster and faster!

The violent force pushed out unscrupulously towards the rear.

The swollen body suddenly shot out like a cannonball, and the spear in his hand pointed directly at the man in front of him.

kill him!

at all costs!

This is my last obsession!

"This power..."

Just as Saito turned his head nervously and wanted to shout something to Makoto.

But I saw Fujimiya Makoto's right hand holding the hilt of the knife.

Looking at each other quietly.

Fortunately, that’s the extent of it.

Fujimiya Makoto, who had been standing by and watching for a long time, finally felt relieved at this moment.

It was worth it that he waited so long.

Instead, the eyes of everyone around were stunned.

"Buzz!"

The sharp blade slowly came out of the sheath under the push of the thumb.

In this unusual contrast, even Takasugi's sprint forward seemed to have become extremely slow.

The difference from Takasugi's violent outburst of spiritual pressure this time was that with each section of the blade being unsheathed, everyone present could clearly feel the enormous spiritual pressure hidden deep within Fujimiya Makoto's body rising section by section.

The vibration sound that was just a low hum gradually became sharp in the ears.

Until the moment when the sound almost pierced the eardrum.

“Buzz buzz—!!”

The spiritual pressure that erupted from Fujimiya Makoto's body was almost as powerful as thunder, easily crushing Takasugi's spiritual pressure aura, which was as fragile as glass.

Draw the knife.

The dazzling sword light drew a dazzling arc in the air.

Takasugi's eyes, which should have been filled with animality, couldn't help but reveal a hint of deep fear.

In an instant, the great sound became silent.

With just one blow, the concept of sound was snatched away from the ears of everyone present.

A beautiful wave like flowing light burst out, swallowing up everything in front of Fujimiya Makoto in the blink of an eye, tearing the earth apart and drowning the dust.

Split a vacuum channel that runs through thousands of meters.

Even the empty space trembled.

The wind stopped and the clouds broke apart.

The clear blue sky is bright.

Whether it is Saito Fuuma, Kuryashiki Ryoma, Kuchiki Ginrei, or Aizen who just escaped from the space crack, they are all with Yan Yuanjinle.

Everyone watched this scene quietly and absentmindedly.

The young man still maintained the posture of swinging the sword with one hand. The pure white feather robe on his body and his long black hair danced with the whistling wind, sweeping across his fair cheeks, refusing to stop for a long time.

"First vibration."

This is the name that Unohana-sensei gave to his normal attack.

Fujimiya Makoto likes it very much.

Chapter 203 Zongsuke

The sword light, as bright as the stars, extended to an unknown distance, until it reached the end of the sight.

Witnessing this earth-shattering sword strike, not only Aizen, but even many captains on the same side as Fujimiya Makoto could not help but fall into an unspeakable silence.

Kyoraku Shunsui stared blankly at the knife that spread far away, and it seemed as if his heart had skipped a beat.

As the first graduate of the Shinō Academy of Spiritual Arts and also the first disciple of Principal Makoto Fujimiya, he grew up listening to various urban legends of the Soul Society. Even after actually witnessing this scene, he still felt a sense of dislocation and shattered worldview.

The power possessed by the first-class spiritual power is really too far away from the ordinary Death Soldier.

This is also true for ordinary captains.

Because of this, Mingming had already infinitely raised the upper limit of the strength of the rumored Fujimiya Makoto and old man Yamamoto in his mind, and compared them with many "captains" he knew.

However, it was not until this moment that Kyoraku Shunsui truly realized it.

How terrifying can the gap between captains be?

"Fuji, Fujimiya-sama..."

He subconsciously opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he unconsciously used honorifics.

However, there was someone else who was even more surprised and terrified than him, and he couldn't help but interrupt him.

"How can it be?!"

Aizen's eyes widened, his neatly combed short hair was blown into a mess by the storm, veins bulged on his forehead, and he roared at Fujimiya Makoto who was not far away at the top of his lungs, his face pale.

"What kind of trick is this!"

"How could such a great power exist in the world!"

"If I could possess this kind of power simply by being a Death God...if I could possess this kind of power..."

The veins on the back of his hand that gripped the hilt bulged, and he gritted his teeth.

Then, doesn't everything he has done so far, at all costs, just make him look like a frog in a well?!

This is the only thing he cannot accept no matter what!

Hearing his almost collapsed voice, Fujimiya Makoto turned his head to look at him and smiled softly.

Almost at the moment when his nerves were stretched to the limit, Aizen suddenly raised his sword forward.

"Go through! Tianyu Ferry!"

Suddenly, his slender figure twisted in the center of a heavy void, as if he was ready to risk his life to launch a desperate charge towards Fujimiya Makoto.

However, his figure just disappeared for a moment.

Yan Yuanjinle gently drew the Fu Bo Yuan in his hand in the air.

"Zheng!"