In Soul Society, love and bond begin

Just by relying on pure killing skills, he completely broke the posture he had practiced so hard.

The punishment of a light knock on the head was almost like humiliation.

The more this happened, the more unbearable it became for Mako Hirako.

"die!"

At that moment, he almost completely lost his mind, and didn't even care about the proper posture. He raised the blade high and slashed at him.

Aizen's brow furrowed.

Without waiting for the blade in Pingzi's hand to fall, he raised his foot and kicked him in the wide-open stomach with a bang, kicking him out and making him roll several times on the flat ground.

After he got up, he vomited uncontrollably and felt a sharp pain in his stomach.

"stand up."

"Keep your stance."

"Don't you want to become stronger?"

Aizen's tone was cold, just like it was at the beginning.

Upon hearing this, Hirako Mako was stunned.

He suddenly realized that although this guy didn't say it, he had been using this method to teach him how to practice beheading since the beginning, and had no intention of humiliating him.

"A way to become stronger...?"

'This guy. ’

After suddenly understanding this, some strength suddenly rose in Mako Hirako's sore body.

He struggled to get up from the ground, maintaining a more conservative mid-section sword stance with his hands.

After resting for two or three seconds, he charged towards Aizen again.

This time, Aizen's brows relaxed a little.

However, the force of the punishment did not lessen in the slightest.

......

"thump."

It was not until a long time later that Mako Hirako fell to the ground.

The originally smooth head was still covered with countless large lumps, and the entire head was almost deformed.

At this moment, he had obviously reached his limit. He lay on the ground panting and didn't even have the strength to say anything harsh. He drooled at his mouth as if he had been teased by someone and almost rolled his eyes.

Seeing this, Aizen retracted the wooden sword in his hand.

"One hundred and twenty-nine times."

"From now on, I will train you according to this standard."

Hearing Aizen's voice, Makoto Hirako raised her head with difficulty with an ahem, supported by her sore arms, and tried to refute her.

But the moment he heard the second sentence, he suddenly lost all his energy and looked at him tremblingly.

It's like looking at the devil.

However, Aizen seemed to be completely oblivious to his stunned gaze and said slowly:

"but."

“You are really amazing.”

Upon hearing this, Hirako Mako's expression straightened.

It seems that despite his crushing defeat, his perseverance was still recognized by this guy.

Then, Aizen continued calmly:

"Your midsection is weak, your diagonal structure is poor, your steps are loose, and your reflexes are slow."

"Whether it's attacking, defending, or dodging, there's hardly any decent one."

"After learning all the architectures without knowing them, I still haven't chosen a single one that suits me."

"Even I have to admire you on this point."

Mako Hirako, who had just been cheered up, suddenly lost his expression and opened his mouth with difficulty.

You guy...

For a freshman, being able to learn all the architectures by myself is already a great thing, right?!

However, when he thought of Aizen who had just easily "killed" him hundreds of times, he was speechless for a moment.

He was clearly the one who carried a deep blood feud and wanted to take revenge on those Hollows, but his efforts were not even comparable to those of a classmate of the same age...

"hateful."

Before he knew it, Hirako Mako clenched his fists.

Not reconciled.

Seeing him like this, Aizen's tone relaxed a little.

"However, his spiritual pressure talent is still pretty good."

Hirako Mako suddenly raised his head, as if he had grasped hope:

"Really?!"

Aizen said indifferently, "It's just okay."

"So, don't practice the killing technique for now."

"Let's start with the most basic condensed spiritual pressure."

"it is good!"

Hirako Mako could hardly wait and immediately responded loudly.

Even he didn't notice it himself.

At this moment, he was truly convinced of Aizen.

In the past, Mako Hirako was also complacent about her outstanding talent.

However, whether it was the blow of the academy incident or the appearance of Aizen Sosuke in front of him, he made it clear to him.

The so-called genius is merely another name for a weak person who has the potential to become a strong person.

It was because of this realization that Makoto Hirako truly realized how precious Aizen's teachings were to him.

However, the only thing that remained stubborn was his mouth.

"When I become stronger, I will definitely beat you up!"

Hirako Mako muttered softly.

With this momentum, I work extra hard when practicing.

He despises all who are great.

If you are too tall, he will secretly look down on you from behind!

Looking at him supporting his tired body, sitting upright under the tree, mumbling to himself while practicing hard.

Aizen narrowed his eyes slightly.

He lowered his head and looked at the wooden sword in his hand.

"Is this... the difference between mediocrity and genius?"

"Am I also so stupid in the eyes of that Fujimiya guy?"

"What on earth does that guy want me to understand?"

"..."

After a long silence, Aizen did not draw conclusions based on his simple observations as he had done before.

obviously.

No matter what Fujimiya's purpose was, he wanted to experience this feeling for himself.

In that case, let’s experience it.

It is precisely because of his talent that Aizen has unparalleled confidence in himself.

As if he had noticed something, he raised his head towards the sky.

His eyes were as cold as usual.

......

Fujimiya Makoto was looking at the screen, and his gaze met Aizen's as he looked up at the sky.

A smile appeared on his face.

As expected, he is worthy of being Aizen.

Fujimiya Makoto smiled.

This is also one of the reasons why he wants to interfere in his life.

If Aizen Sosuke in this life is still like in the original world, overlooking everything happening in Soul Society like a god standing on the other side, then he will naturally still be as cold and lonely as in the original world line, indifferent to the so-called bonds and emotions.

Just like his Zanpakutō.

Flowers in the mirror and moon in the water.

What a hypocritical and pitiful name.

The release of the Zanpakutō, which represents the essence of the soul, also reflects the disguise and nothingness that permeated the life of a man named Aizen Sosuke.

Only the blind can touch his own reality.

Makoto Fujimiya wants to make a small change in his life.

At the same time, it was also out of a tiny bit of curiosity.

If Aizen Sosuke's false life, like a mirage in the water, were gradually filled with the weight of bonds and friendship.

Then can he still be like a god, with his eyes fixed on everything else, always looking towards a place higher than the sky and the stars?

......

Time flies.

Of course, for the long-lived god of death, the unit of time measured by human standards is extremely short.

In the blink of an eye, four years passed.

More than half of the six-year college life has passed.

However, Aizen Sosuke, who is extremely talented, still looks like a child and has not even grown in height at all.

On the contrary, Mako Hirako had unknowingly grown half a head taller than him, and her originally yellowish bob had grown much longer.

On this day, the two of them arrived at the academy's training ground early in the morning as usual.

Mako Hirako drew out the shallow striker in his hand and faced the little fellow in front of him with the most conservative lower stance, without a trace of slackness on his face.

After four years of training, he already had a clear understanding of the gap between himself and Aizen.

Even though the opponent only had a wooden sword in his hand, he did not relax at all.

"Fuck!"

Suddenly, the figure disappeared.

Only the dust underfoot left a slight trace.

Aizen remained calm, extending the wooden sword in his hand forward.

"clang."

It just got stuck in the middle of Pingzi's sword swing.

However, there was only a moment's delay, and Pingzi had already put away his sword and turned around, his body deflected along the slight force of the two swords, and he took advantage of the momentum to slash in the opposite direction of the cassock.

The wooden sword in Aizen's hand was still thrust out straight along the shortest route, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at Hirako's wrist.