In Soul Society, love and bond begin

More than just wanting to survive?

Even if he faces an invincible strongman, or an inescapable danger, and fights to the end in an almost fatal battle, even if he sheds his last drop of blood, he must survive!

And live better than anyone else.

In this life, I know the plot in advance and even have a golden finger!

It would be such a pity if you died in a place like this garbage dump right after entering the Novice Village!

"very good."

Unohana Yachiru looked at his determined eyes, and the smile on her face became more and more intense. She threw the finger knife in her hand aside and slowly drew out the shallow sword from her waist.

The woman's voice was still soft and gentle, making people feel like they were bathed in a spring breeze.

"In every way you can think of."

"As long as you can touch me once, even if it's just the edge of my clothes, you win."

"Pleasure me."

Almost the moment the woman finished speaking.

A chilling feeling of fear suddenly arose in Fujimiya Makoto's heart.

The next second, a terrifying spiritual pressure like a surging tide continuously erupted from the body of the woman in front of him, forming an intense low pressure that was more terrifying than a tornado. The entire field of vision seemed to be pulled and crushed by an invisible gravity, forcing the weak to kneel before the strong. Her existence, which was based on the spirit particle, filled every inch of space he could perceive.

then.

The woman's figure suddenly disappeared from his sight.

Fujimiya Makoto's eyes were blank for a moment, and the bright light of the knife suddenly tore through the scene before his eyes.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak—clang!"

Sparks flew, and metal collided with each other, making a series of crisp hammering sounds. Fujimiya Makoto used all his strength to raise the shallow sword to block the opponent's casual sword attack, but was immediately forced by the sword attack to carry the back of the sword on his shoulder. The friction between the blades lit up a dazzling flame and made a series of sharp sounds.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang!"

The sound of blacksmithing became a series of explosions.

However, facing the young man who was struggling to resist in front of him, Unohana Yachiru did not have any hesitation in his eyes. Each time he swung his sword, it was more neat and crisp than the last. The heavy sense of oppression could almost shatter every inch of spiritual energy in Fujimiya Makoto's body. Even the mere action of resisting gradually became difficult to sustain.

Keep adding strength!

Although Fujimiya Makoto had overestimated this woman who probably stayed in Zaraki all year round, he only realized now that he had still underestimated her strength.

Even if we haven't seen her Shikai, judging from her performance in the original work, this guy's strength is probably at least at the level of a high-ranking official, right?

The only thing to be thankful for is that the stronger the oppression, the faster Fujimiya Makoto will progress.

[Push harder! Push harder, big sister! Don't pity me just because I'm a delicate flower!]

[Slashing Technique +10]

[Small fish! Small fish sister! Can't you push deeper? You have to squeeze every inch of flesh and blood out of my body!]

[Slashing Technique +10]

"Faster! Big sister, a little harder! My body can still hold on!"

[Slashing Technique +10]

Under this series of oppressive blows, Fujimiya Makoto's strength is also increasing at an almost soaring speed.

[Slashing Technique: Level 6↑]

[Bottleneck Stage 2]

[Fighting to the death, breaking through the bottleneck of beheading skills↑]

[Slashing Technique: Level 7↑]

His talent ceiling hasn't reached its peak yet.

However, the faster he fought with his sword under this almost extreme pressure, the more Fujimiya Makoto could feel the terrifying gap between himself and his opponent, which was almost as big as the abyss.

The more I fight, the more frightened I get!

According to the system panel, he was clearly making progress at a rapid pace, but this speed still made it impossible for him to see the end.

It was as if the woman in front of him was a bottomless pit that was always demanding.

No matter how much sweat and energy is poured in, it will never be filled, let alone overflow.

What's even more terrifying is that no matter how you judge it, the spiritual pressure, speed, reaction, and strength used by the other party seem to be maintained at the same level as him.

What a terrifying control.

Cat playing with mouse!

She was just playing!

In Soul Society, even such a terrifyingly powerful being can only stay in this corner of Zaraki?!

In this brief moment of distraction, his vision suddenly caught the sight of the woman in front of him, whose clothes were accidentally blown open by the wind. His eyes suddenly focused on the wide front of her pale feathered dress, which was swaying and jumping like a water ball.

what……

His eyes followed subconsciously.

"Distractions!"

Unohana Yachiru spoke in a cold voice, calmly interrupting Fujimiya Makoto's confused thoughts.

At this critical moment of life and death, I still have a leisurely mind.

Are you feeling comfortable with it?

The next moment, the Zanpakuto in her hand suddenly increased its speed to a higher level.

"laugh--"

In just a blink of an eye, Unohana Yachiryu's shallow strike had already penetrated Fujimiya Makoto's seemingly impenetrable defense, pierced through his collar along the sharp edge, and cut his chest diagonally, leaving a long bloody wound.

Blood splattered and flowed like a torrent.

The moment the blade passed by, Fujimiya Makoto subconsciously rolled over along the ground, using his body as a shield and pressing his free palm on the sand, as if grabbing something.

Just this short distance saved him from being split into two horizontally.

Unohana Yachiru stood still, raised the blade in his hand, and licked the edge of the blade with the tip of his tongue, savoring the taste of young blood. The sickly smile on his pale cheeks became more and more satisfied.

"Did it again."

"You are even better than I thought."

“It’s almost like I’m getting better with every swing of the knife.”

"However, those who wield the sword only to survive will always die in battle."

"Only those who can devote themselves to the battle, constantly savoring the endless excitement between life and death, can survive alone to the end."

A calm smile slowly appeared on Unohana Yachiru's beautiful face. She opened her arms towards Fujimiya Makoto and commanded:

"Swing the knife!"

Fujimiya Makoto held the knife in both hands, his expression tense.

Immediately afterwards, a large cloud of dust rose up under his feet, and he used his instant steps to rush towards the woman in front of him at an almost extreme speed.

The blade drew a dazzling arc in the air.

Unohana Yachiru smiled with satisfaction and stabbed out the shallow sword in his hand at the same time.

"laugh!"

The blades of both sides crossed in mid-air.

Fujimiya Makoto's movements suddenly stopped.

The sharp blade pierced the young man's chest, bringing out handfuls of blood wrapped around the blade.

However, the sword in his hand was unable to touch the clothes of the woman in front of him at all.

"Still a little short?"

Unohana Yachiru looked at the shallow sword slowly falling from his side, sighing with a tone of loss, and even his charming and narrow eyes drooped.

Judging from her appearance and figure, she is so beautiful that she seems to be squeezed out of water, but the expression on her face is like a child who accidentally broke an interesting toy.

However, this is not the first time.

The weak are always vulnerable.

Just as she sighed softly and was about to shake off the rotten flesh on the blade.

Fujimiya Makoto suddenly grabbed her wrist, staining her clothes red.

Unohana Yachiru frowned slightly.

She didn't like this kind of behavior of making trouble after the game was over.

Then, I heard Fujimiya Makoto say weakly:

"Hey!"

Fujimiya Makoto grabbed her wrist and slowly raised his head. A bloody smile appeared on his handsome face, and his eyes were fierce.

He said: "What a shame, the teardrop shape... I quite like it."

When Unohana Yachiru heard this, she seemed not to understand, or perhaps it was simply beyond her expectations, which made her subconsciously stunned for a short moment.

This was the first time she had seen an opponent who was willing to sacrifice his life for a little fantasy like this child.

However, it was this extremely brief moment of contempt.

Fujimiya Makoto's right hand suddenly and tightly grasped the woman's hand, enduring the tearing pain in his body, and let the blade that pierced his body move forward half an inch. As his body leaned forward, his free left hand suddenly stretched out forward, as if he didn't even want to live. Even if it meant risking his life, he would still touch this evil woman hard.

Almost at the same time, a familiar-looking short knife suddenly emerged from the other party's palm.

Unohana Yachiru's pupils suddenly contracted.

This was... the moment he just rolled over...

"Tear--"

The small knife, only as long as a finger, suddenly broke through the woman's clothes and stabbed her fiercely.

However, this seemingly life-threatening blow suddenly stopped.

Fujimiya Makoto lowered his head.

The tip of the knife only created a "wound" on the surface of her round, teardrop-shaped skin, so fine that not even a drop of blood could be seen.

No advance.

"..."

This woman is so tough.

As Fujimiya Makoto watched this scene, the last bit of spiritual pressure left in his body was consumed, and his whole body was empty and shaky.

Blood kept gushing out of his mouth and his eyes were wide open with anger.

Looking directly at Unohana Yachiru's beautiful face.

Only a difficult smile still appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he cursed softly:

“…distractions!”

As the last breath that had been held in his chest escaped, Fujimiya Makoto suddenly felt as if all the strength in his body had been drained away, and even his consciousness quickly became blurred.

The head gradually drooped.

Passed out.

Only Unohana Yachiryu was left staring blankly at the young man who, after delivering the final blow, fell into his arms, still tightly clutching the small dagger in his hand.

I was inexplicably absent-minded.

Thinking of what just happened, the woman's lips curled up uncontrollably at first, then she slowly grinned and couldn't help but make a sound, and then she burst into a series of rare hearty laughs, her whole body shaking with laughter.

It's like encountering something extremely interesting.

Unohana Yachiru didn't care about the blood all over his body. She hugged the young man lying on top of her tightly with both hands, holding him completely in her arms. Like a real mother, she caressed his blood-stained hair lovingly, and with a gentle expression, she pressed her fair cheek against his forehead and whispered excitedly: