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Ok.

Although it is wrong.

But the behavior logic is very smooth!

This speculation immediately made Aizen Sosuke feel a little more at ease, and the gloom that had risen in his heart because of Fujimiya Makoto dissipated a lot.

Next, just...

Just as little Aizen was planning his expected future in his mind.

An evil shadow suddenly swept over from behind.

In an instant, goose bumps appeared on my back.

When he turned around, he saw a ruthless iron hand grabbing the back of his neck.

He wanted to ask loudly, but when he saw the figure behind him, his voice suddenly weakened:

"Captain Fujimiya."

"What's your business?"

Little Aizen, who looked only a little over one meter tall, was being held by Fujimiya Makoto by the scruff of the neck. He curled up in the air like a kitten, with a pout and his head tilted back in dissatisfaction.

"Entrance test~!" He smiled gently, "Let me see how strong you are."

Fujimiya Makoto smiled like a thief who had stolen a chicken.

Just kidding, this is the childhood of Aizen.

If you don’t bully them hard now, you won’t be able to play with them in the future!

"?"

Aizen's face froze.

Before he could resist, the scene in front of him suddenly changed, but there was no sound of wind around him.

Seeing this scene, Aizen Sosuke, who was held in the hands of Fujimiya Makoto, was suddenly shocked.

I have a clearer understanding of Fujimiya Makoto's strength.

So fast.

After just two or three consecutive instant steps, the two of them appeared in a place he had never been to before.

"This is the 9th Division's training ground. No one else should be using it at this time."

"You can use it at will."

Fujimiya Makoto threw Aizen aside, took a wakizashi from the training rack beside him, and stuck it in front of Aizen.

Without hesitation, Aizen immediately grasped the wakizashi and pointed the metal tip towards him.

The cat stares eagerly.

A wakizashi that is the length of an adult's arm is just the same as a shallow attack for Aizen. Even though it is made of special training metal, the weight is not a problem for him.

Despite his childish appearance, Fujimiya Makoto knew that the power contained within him was enough to easily chop a Killian into pieces.

In the world of death, talented people are so unreasonable.

but.

At this moment, Fujimiya Makoto was indeed the more unreasonable one.

"First, the Reiatsu test."

He had a kind smile, warm and peaceful eyes, and looked like a good gentleman. He stretched out a hand in Aizen's direction, palm facing forward.

"You must have been holding back a lot of anger since just now, right?"

"Do not hesitate."

"Cut it down with all your might, and chop it off this hand."

"Let me feel your power."

Aizen frowned and said worriedly: "But, if your hand is cut off..."

"Do not worry."

"impossible."

Fujimiya Makoto's smile clearly didn't change.

But in Aizen's eyes, he suddenly became even more annoying.

"boom--"

The dirt and rocks behind the seemingly young kid suddenly flew everywhere, a large amount of dust rose up, and a deep hole was left on the ground.

Although he had never received any swordsmanship instruction and had only watched the Aizen couple do morning exercises at home a few times, just a few glances was enough for him to memorize the most basic way of exerting force.

The force starts from the ground, passes through the knees and hips, and driven by the waist, all the strength of the young body is injected into the arms.

Until the tip of the blade.

The bright knife light touched the ground, drawing an arc like snow.

The target was pointing directly at Fujimiya Makoto's finger.

The face of the seemingly cute and innocent child finally revealed the majestic look that only belongs to a predator, and a seductive light flashed in the depths of his pupils.

Since you are so careless, please leave two or three fingers.

Lord Fujimiya.

In an instant, the tip of the blade swung past.

The spiritual pressure in the body rose to the extreme in an instant.

"Ding!"

The sound is crisp and clear.

Aizen Sosuke's body and expression froze at the same time.

The blade cut into the weakest part of the knuckle, sticking close to the skin and staying firmly in place.

At this extremely close distance, Aizen could even clearly see that after the blade fell, Fujimiya Makoto's knuckles did not even break a trace of the oily skin.

"Well, fifth-class... very close to fourth-class."

"That's amazing, Sosuke."

"It's already equivalent to the vice-captain level."

Fujimiya Makoto's gentle voice sounded in his ears, suddenly waking Aizen up.

He subconsciously took two steps back.

Then I suddenly remembered that this was just a test.

However, looking at the palm that was chopped off by the blade without leaving any trace, a raging wave surged under the calm expression.

After reaching the peak of strength, can he even do something like this?

Unconsciously, he clenched his fists tightly.

"Please wait!"

Under normal circumstances, Aizen believed that he would never be so impulsive.

But whether it was because he was unwilling or for some other reason, he subconsciously said:

"I, I have a special ability."

"Excuse me, can you test it again?"

"Ok?"

Fujimiya Makoto was slightly surprised.

However, seeing Aizen's serious face, he nodded in agreement:

"can."

Almost the moment he finished speaking.

Little Aizen paused slightly, his body seemed to sway, and then he immediately rushed forward and slashed at Fujimiya Makoto with his sword.

However, in his own vision, there was nothing there.

Sensory manipulation!

He didn't know when it started, but he had mastered this power almost instinctively.

No matter who it is, as long as they slack off a little, they will be seduced and misled by his power, and thus have some kind of illusion to a greater or lesser extent.

Back then, it was precisely because of this ability that he won the sympathy of Umi Aizen and became a servant in their family.

However, he didn't know how long this ability could control Fujimiya Makoto, so his movements were incredibly fast.

The moment the phantom took shape, he also crossed several meters, drew a U-shape, held the wakizashi in his hand flat, and went around to the side behind Fujimiya Makoto.

The sword flashed.

"Soon-"

There was a cold glint in little Aizen's eyes.

He, equally hates all that desires to dominate him!

"call!"

The blade cut through the figure in front of him.

But he hit nothing.

Little Aizen's expression froze, his figure floating in the air, and a trace of surprise seemed to flash in his eyes.

Fujimiya Makoto appeared behind him at some point, and gently pressed the hilt with his left hand, and the other end of the scabbard suddenly rose up like a seesaw.

It stabbed straight into Aizen's groove.

"The secret of Seireitei's taijutsu."

"Kill for a thousand years."

Fujimiya Makoto announced the names of the dishes calmly.

"thump!"

Little Aizen fell to the ground, his wakizakura dropped, and he covered his little butt tightly with his hands, his face turning green from holding his breath.

"Didn't you say this was a test?!"

He turned over, looked at Fujimiya Makoto with tears in his eyes, and shouted.

Fujimiya Makoto, however, remained calm as ever, and said confidently:

"This is the second lesson I'm going to teach you, teacher."

"That's how Soul Society works."

"A person without strength can't even protect his own shit! Sosuke!"

"Besides, I never said I wouldn't fight back."

"hateful!"

Little Aizen covered his cleavage, almost crying out of anger.

How could the adult world be so dangerous!

【Kukuku!】

"Your hole isn't even worth being poked... Foolish Sosuke... If you want revenge on me, then hate me! Then live your ugly life and continue to grow stronger!"

[Until the day your ditch is worthy of being poked! ]

Xiao Podao lowered his voice and smiled coldly.

Fujimiya Makoto slapped the scabbard twice in annoyance:

"you shut up!"