In Soul Society, love and bond begin

Aizen Sosuke murmured softly.

That night, the young man tossed and turned for a long time but couldn't fall asleep.

On the contrary, Fujimiya Makoto was drinking his night wine while looking at the panel that had not appeared for who knows how long.

[Spirit King Stepson Trigger]

[Ghost Path: Eighteenth Level↑]

[Ghost Path Bottleneck Stage 6]

[Teaching, breaking through the bottleneck of ghost path↑]

[Ghost Path: 19th Level↑]

[Ghost Path: 1th Level (100/)] · [Talent Lock]

[The area ahead will be explored later! ]

He picked up the small cup of sake in his hand and took a sip.

It's really a long-awaited improvement.

During these long three hundred years, he has put in almost all his efforts to improve his various skills to the current level.

However, it is extremely difficult to continue to make progress.

The later you get, the more this is true.

At this point, I'm afraid that only by fighting with those guys from the Spirit King Palace can I continue to make progress, right?

Because of this, the trait of "Stepson of the Soul King" is so important to Fujimiya Makoto now.

Bond Trait 12: Stepson of the Spirit King: You can share the talents, wisdom, and abilities of others through continuous teaching and deepening your bond, thereby breaking through the talent ceiling of your chosen one.

Fujimiya Makoto looked at the details on the panel and let out a sigh.

"Don't let me down, Sosuke."

......

The next day, during break.

Although he still maintained his usual serious appearance, even Yamada Seinosuke, who was sitting next to him, could sense that Sosuke was distracted.

"Hey, Sosuke."

He turned his head curiously: "That's really rare. Did you stay up late too?"

"Speaking of which, I found an interesting medical book in the library yesterday. It actually says that feces can be used to treat people! There are even idiots who use it to make wine!"

When talking about something that interests him, he immediately starts talking non-stop, just like a little kid.

"Huh? Oh."

“There’s actually such a thing.”

Aizen listened for a while, and responded perfunctorily.

Even his eyes seemed a little empty.

"Sosuke?"

However, just as the two of them were talking.

"Bang!"

A pair of small hands slammed hard on the table in front of them.

The little girl with a yellow bob hairstyle showed a vicious expression and shouted towards Aizen:

"Hey! Aizen!"

"Fight me!"

Hearing this loud voice, the whole classroom fell silent.

The students around them all looked in the direction of Aizen and Hirako, and rustling sounds were heard.

"This guy is at it again."

"Aizen is the strongest in the class."

"He's lost so many times, doesn't he have any sense of shame?"

However, no matter how harsh the sounds around her were, Makoto Hirako acted as if she heard nothing and stared straight at Aizen.

Yamada Seinosuke frowned and said dissatisfiedly: "Hey, you guy, haven't you been beaten so many times before?"

"Every time I recover from my injuries, I come back to get beaten up again."

"You guy, are you crazy?"

His tone was quite impolite.

But it is indeed the case.

Ever since she was defeated by Aizen on the rooftop last time, Hirako Makoto seemed to be possessed by a demon, and she was determined to learn the secret of Aizen's power from him.

However, every time, Aizen would defeat him with just two or three moves before leaving school.

From the very beginning, Aizen never considered him as an opponent.

But even so, Mako Hirako was as stubborn as taffy stuck to the sole of a shoe, and she wouldn't let go.

"I won't give up until I become as strong as you!"

"Go away." Yamada Seinosuke said with a look of disgust, "Who has time for you?"

"If you want a beating, come back after school."

"Ok."

However, for some reason today, Aizen Sosuke suddenly spoke and looked at him calmly: "If you want to become stronger, come with me after school."

"Eh?!" x2

Yamada Seinosuke and Hirako Mako turned to look at him at the same time, making confused noises.

......

Chapter 212 Four Years

After school, training ground.

Aizen Sosuke walked in front, took a wooden sword from the weapon rack at the edge of the training ground, and turned to face the young man behind him.

Mako Hirako followed behind, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

Although he had been beaten by Aizen before, it was only during their first "fight" that Hirako Mako felt the gap between himself and Aizen most clearly.

The almost overwhelming strength made Makoto Hirako clearly aware of the huge difference between himself and Aizen.

Therefore, even though he had been beaten many times, Pingzi knew very well that this guy was not serious at all when he attacked.

but......

Mako Hirako raised her head and looked at Aizen Sosuke who had a gloomy expression.

"This bastard, are you in a bad mood today?"

As if sensing his vague uneasiness, Aizen said in a cold tone:

"how?"

"If you're afraid, you can give up now."

"Who, who would be afraid of you?!"

With just one sentence, Mako Hirako jumped up as if a cat's tail had been stepped on, and refuted loudly.

As if to prove his courage, he also strode forward and took down a wooden sword from the weapon rack.

But Aizen stopped him and said:

"no need."

"Don't you have a real knife on you?"

"Just use that like before."

The 'before' that Aizen mentioned was naturally referring to the time on the rooftop.

Hirako Mako paused, subconsciously reaching for the shallow sword she inherited from Yoshida-senpai, and hesitated.

"But......"

"It doesn't matter."

Before Hirako Makoto could finish his words, Aizen interrupted calmly, saying as a matter of course, "You don't think you have the ability to touch me, do you?"

"You bastard!?"

The vein on Mako Hirako's forehead bulged.

He placed both hands on the hilt of the sword, and drew it out of its sheath with a clang, making a standard slanting motion.

Although Makoto Hirako is still a freshman in the academy, after that incident, he is also known as a "genius" and has already mastered most of the kendo postures that can be learned in the academy through the library.

Although due to time constraints, his spiritual body has not yet fully grown.

But if we only talk about the art of killing, even among all the students, Mako Hirako is considered outstanding.

Without any hesitation, a violent stream of spirit particles suddenly shot out from under Hirako's feet, and he flew towards Aizen at a speed as fast as the wind.

He turned his hand slightly and chopped it down following the inertia of the charge.

Ming Che's blade drew a dazzling arc in the air.

Wind hunting.

However, facing his swift slash, Aizen simply stood there quietly, as if he had not reacted at all.

Just when the sharp blade was about to chop off his neck, he slightly shifted his feet and turned sideways.

The blade in Pingzi's hand fell empty, and his center of gravity involuntarily tilted forward.

"Boom!"

The wooden sword swung down from top to bottom, lightly hitting the head.

It hurts a little.

"once."

Aizen spoke in a calm tone.

It took Mako Hirako a moment to realize what he meant, and her face immediately turned red.

Almost in an instant, he turned the blade in his hand unwillingly and stabbed it upwards at an angle.

"what!"

Aizen stood still without even the slightest intention of moving. He casually stretched out the wooden sword in his hand to block, and the blades brushed against the shallow strike, and he stabbed at the opponent first.

First, a knife struck Hirako Mako's hand, causing his grip to loosen and his body to lean forward.

Then another blow to the head.

"Boom."

"twice."

Another cold response.

However, this easy defeat made Mako Hirako feel an uncontrollable chill in her heart.

He could clearly sense that Aizen hardly used any spiritual pressure or speed that exceeded his.