In Soul Society, love and bond begin

A light drop of water hit Aizen's forehead at a speed that was too fast for him to dodge, and knocked him back.

My head is buzzing.

It took a long time for little Aizen to come back to his senses, covering his head.

When I touched my forehead, I found it was slightly red and swollen.

You know, despite his young age, his spiritual power level is actually at the deputy captain level.

The strength of the vice-captain's spiritual body is so great that even an ordinary Void would find it difficult to injure it with a single blow.

But this monster in front of me...

"hateful!"

"You're actually using a ghost technique you don't recognize..."

"Do you feel it?"

However, before Aizen could say anything more, his voice was suddenly interrupted by Fujimiya Makoto.

Fujimiya Makoto rested his arms on the edge of the bathtub and looked at him calmly.

"What did you feel?" Little Aizen was stunned.

"Didn't you notice?" Fujimiya Makoto said with a smile on his face, "Although I just called out the Word Spirit, there are no decimal places in the Ghost Path."

"So that was just an ordinary snap of the fingers."

"..."

"Snap your fingers?"

Little Aizen looked at him and remained silent for a few seconds in confusion.

Repeat the word subconsciously.

It seemed as if I couldn't understand it for a moment.

After a long time, a question mark slowly emerged in his little head.

Fujimiya Makoto's voice did not stop, and he said calmly: "There is indeed a huge difference between genius and integrity in terms of spirit particle structure."

"But isn't it the same between geniuses?"

"Some geniuses might graduate from the Shinō Spiritual Academy in a single year, then hone their skills for a hundred years and still only reach the level of a vice-captain, only to be killed by a slightly unusual Killian in the end."

"Some geniuses, however, can comprehend Shikai and Bankai on their own in an era without Zanpakutō, and in just a thousand years, they can conquer the entire Soul Society without finding an opponent."

"Whether it's the former or the latter, to ordinary Rukhun, they are both 'talented Shinigami'."

"But, for the latter."

"What's the difference between the former and the so-called wandering soul?"

Listening to Fujimiya Makoto's calm words, little Aizen unconsciously put himself and the other party into the identities of the former and the latter respectively.

Coupled with the casual snap of the fingers just now and the dull pain on the forehead.

This strong sense of identity substitution suddenly became clearer.

No matter how great his talent or outstanding learning ability is, little Aizen is still a "human" living in the present.

He didn't know how much he would grow in the future, nor could he understand how many cheats Fujimiya Makoto had used to gain his current strength.

He could only clearly feel the huge gap between him and Fujimiya Makoto.

Unconsciously, I substituted my current level into it.

However, just this moment of imagination, the self-esteem that was so strong that it was difficult to suppress was like a torrent that was about to swallow him up.

"no the same!"

"Even if they look the same now, the upper limit of genius and integrity will never be equal."

Little Aizen raised his head, and even though his forehead was still red and swollen, he looked at Fujimiya Makoto without hesitation, without dodging at all.

Upon hearing this, the smile on Fujimiya Makoto's face became even more intense.

It was as if his guidance was waiting for him to say this.

"Sosuke."

"Among the four skills of slashing, punching, walking and ghosting, you should be best at ghost way."

"Right?"

Fujimiya Makoto lay beside the bathtub, looking at him with a smile, like a fox that had set a trap early and was waiting for its young prey to jump into it.

"Would you like to try to challenge me?"

"challenge?"

Little Aizen raised his head and looked at him in confusion.

......

"Soon-"

Rukongai North District 20, suburbs.

In the plateau area with towering mountains and steep cliffs, two figures, one big and one small, suddenly appeared.

Fujimiya Makoto, who had just finished bathing, was wearing a loose yukata, his long hair was tied up casually, and a small broken sword was slung around his waist.

In his hands, he was holding the slightly pale-faced little Aizen.

Little Aizen glanced at Fujimiya Makoto who was still calm and composed, and his expression was inevitably a little strange.

That outrageous speed just now...

Is it true that this guy Fujimiya also uses instant step?

"Sosuke."

"exist."

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard Fujimiya Makoto suddenly call his name.

Little Aizen also raised his head.

Fujimiya Makoto asked, "What's the approximate number of the fully powerful Kidō you can use right now?"

"Number sixty-three, Thunder Roar Cannon." Little Aizen has a very clear self-awareness, which is also the source of his pride.

Students of his age, or even teachers, probably wouldn't be able to use a Podo above level 50.

After all, starting from number 50, it belongs to the category of advanced ghost way.

"Let's aim for that mountain."

Fujimiya Makoto was not surprised at all and pointed to a mountain.

"Show me your full strength."

"Yes."

Perhaps because he was unwilling to accept the offer, or perhaps because he was confident in his own qualifications, Sosuke accepted the offer without any hesitation.

He raised his hand, and astonishing spiritual pressure erupted from the surface of his young body. A fierce wind blew in all directions with him as the center, spreading out continuously to the surroundings.

In the distance, many nocturnal animals were also startled by this terrifying power, and a flock of crows rose into the night.

"Beast bones scattered everywhere! Spires, red crystals, wheels of steel. The moving is the wind, the still is the sky. The sound of spears clashing resounds throughout the empty city!" He chanted loudly until the last line, "Sixty-three of the Broken Path, the Thunder Roar Cannon!"

In an instant, lightning flashed.

Deafening thunder resounded through the sky, and the extremely destructive condensed light tore a bright yellow lightning in the thick night, shooting straight towards the towering mountains in the distance.

The bright light flickered, and the night fell silent for a moment.

But immediately afterwards, a ball of blazing flames exploded on the surface of the mountain.

With the complete chant and the full exertion of the vice-captain's spiritual pressure, a huge power erupted that was no less powerful than that of an ordinary Achukas-level Hollow Flash.

Visible to the naked eye, deep and charred pits are sunken on the huge mountain.

Even the top of the mountain was flattened.

"call."

Aizen Sosuke let out a low breath.

Although he was still suppressing his emotions, there was a hint of satisfaction on his face.

Probably due to the pressure, even Aizen himself didn't expect that he would perform so well today.

"not bad."

Even Fujimiya Makoto was a little surprised and gave a gentle compliment.

Little Aizen finally couldn't hold back his smile, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

"but."

Fujimiya Makoto's tone changed, and he suddenly pointed a finger at the mountain and spoke.

"Ninety of the broken path."

In just a moment, the smile on Xiao Lanzhen's face froze.

Abandoned chanting?

Or is it the number 90 ghost path! ?

This is bound to fail, right?

Because he had already learned in advance how outrageous the techniques required for forbidden-level ghost techniques were, Aizen made this judgment almost the moment the voice sounded.

The night also became quiet for a moment.

Xiao Aizen's brows gradually relaxed.

But before he could say anything, he caught a glimpse of a darkness darker than the night spreading from bottom to top.

It is like an enormous mountain coffin, encompassing the entire mountain range.

"Black coffin."

Almost at the moment when Fujimiya Makoto's words fell.

The black coffin is sealed.

The pitch-black cube, surrounded by the Soul-Calming Cross, covered the entire field of vision of the two people. Even the already faint moonlight was dimmed by this deep darkness.

The surging dark spiritual pressure penetrated the sky.

That breathtaking scene caught Aizen Sosuke's eyes and seemed to be deeply engraved in his soul.

Even hundreds of years later, he probably would not be able to forget this scene.

Suddenly, the black coffin disappeared.

However, the mountain that originally stood there suddenly disappeared.

In the midst of these towering mountains, a completely flattened blank space appeared out of nowhere, as if it had been obliterated by some indescribable power.

Fine debris fell from the sky, forming a large gray fog.

Fujimiya Makoto waved his sleeves casually, and a strong wind arose, sweeping away all the dust around him.

"This is the 90th Hado, the full power of the Destruction Chant."

"At the same time, it is also the gap between you and me."

"Until you complete it, treat yourself as an ordinary person for now."

"Sosuke."

His large hand gently stroked the young man's head, his hair soft.

But the little boy stared blankly at the blank space in front of him, his whole body stiff.

I don’t know what I’m thinking about.

The brief moment of complacency just now naturally disappeared without a trace.

"Gap...?"