In Soul Society, love and bond begin

"How dare you lock me up here for so long?"

"Tear you apart! I will definitely tear your teeth apart!"

An almost insane roar emanated from beneath the red skull's mask.

"So is the Blue Ghost!"

The blue head next door was serious.

The spiritual pressure that erupted from this guy's body was clearly several times greater than the sum of all the people in front of him.

But the tone of singing and responding gives people a subtle feeling of naivety.

"Hey!"

"What is this?"

The Yamada team, which was originally responsible for guarding the front, obviously also noticed the abnormal spiritual pressure erupting here. Yamada Seinosuke wisely asked the team members to hide around and went there alone.

But what appeared before him was a monster that would never appear in the assessment.

He stared at the conjoined green and red ghosts in front of him with wide eyes, and said in horror:

"This level of spiritual pressure."

"Giant... no, giant hollow?!"

"Ayachukas-level Hollow!"

"This kind of monster is clearly the domain of the royal secret agents."

Yamada Seinosuke looked at this scene, and even the hand holding the knife was shaking slightly.

He is different from Mako Hirako who changed his job to become an Avenger, nor is he a peerless genius like Aizen. Apart from having some interest in medicine, Yamada Seinosuke's spiritual pressure level can only be considered outstanding in the school year, and he can probably only touch the level of low-level officers.

Not to mention Achukas, even Killian couldn't do anything to him.

"Yamada."

However, just as he was trembling all over, he saw Hirako Mako suddenly take a step forward.

"Take the second one back and retreat."

"Call those damn instructors over here."

He drew the blade from his hand, turned his head, and gave Yamada Seinosuke a rather forced smile.

"If you're too slow, I'll definitely die in front of you."

"You guy..."

Mako Hirako, who was about the same age as him and had studied with him for five years, made a decision at that moment that was so decisive that it seemed a little unreal to Yamada Seinosuke.

But when he turned around and looked at the lower-level students around him who were looking back at him, he seemed to suddenly understand.

At this time, anyone can be shaken.

Only the two of them can't.

"retreat!"

As if he didn't know how to respond, or didn't know how to face the back of that bastard who always got against him, Yamada Seinosuke gritted his teeth and shouted at all the lower-level students.

The moment they heard this order, all the second-generation students present felt as if they had been pardoned.

But before he started, he involuntarily turned his head to look at Mako Hirako who was left behind.

The blue and white men's college uniform fluttered in the whistling wind, and from a distance it seemed no different from the captain's haori.

The long yellow hair that gave her a rather soft temperament also flew up.

Only the blade in his hand was faintly glowing.

"Want to run?"

"The bastard dwarf is gone, so it's just as well to tear you to pieces!"

The voice under the red-headed mask became increasingly frantic, with a hint of cruelty and a fishy smell.

"The same goes for the Blue Ghost."

The dark green head's tone was neither salty nor bland.

Almost at the moment the words fell, the seemingly huge bodies of the red ghost and the green ghost suddenly burst out with an extremely fast speed that was completely inconsistent with their size, and flew towards Yamada and others.

However, just as he took a step, he saw Hirako Mako suddenly raise his hand.

"Thirty-nine of the Binding Dao: Round Gate Fan!"

"bump!"

The huge body suddenly crashed into a circular gate, making a low muffled sound.

Taking advantage of this brief pause, Pingzi's speaking speed and tone suddenly rose:

"The thundering chariot, the cracks in the spinning wheel, this thing has light, and it is divided into six!"

"Sixty One of the Binding Dao: Six-Stand Light Prison!"

The short chanting was continuous and skillful, and light-segment-like cages shot out and then closed into one.

However, the battle between Shinigami is ultimately a battle of spiritual pressure.

For someone at Yachukas's level, even the No. 60 Binding Technique could only stop him for a moment.

"boom!"

The heavy spiritual pressure once again expanded from within Yachukas's huge body.

Whether it was the round gate fan or the six-rod light prison blocking its way, they all continued to crack under the pressure of this spiritual pressure until they shattered.

"boom."

Transformed into flying points of light like dandelions.

"Is this the same trick again?"

"Just because that bastard dwarf can do it, doesn't mean you can do it too."

"idiot."

The conjoined monster spoke arrogantly.

Although there was a thick mask between them, if someone stood here, they could clearly feel the mockery coming from under the red ghost mask.

"idiot."

Qing Gui repeated in a flat tone.

However, Mako Hirako seemed to have not heard the voices of the two monsters at all.

He stretched out his hand and kept stroking the sword, his eyes slightly narrowed, as if his mind was immersed in the Zen of swordsmanship.

When he opened his eyes again, his entire body was surrounded by a glow of spiritual pressure that was rising like a stream of fire.

"To be honest, it hasn't been long since I finished this thing."

"I was going to hide for a while."

"Once I've mastered it, I'll give that guy a good surprise."

Mako Hirako raised her head and met the red ghost's gaze directly.

"but..."

"It's the same now."

"As long as I can kill you."

He suddenly pointed the tip of the knife forward and spoke in a low voice:

"Fall down, Nifu!"

Almost at the moment the sound was rang out, the spiritual pressure on Makoto Hirako's body, which was originally in the form of a stream of fire, suddenly flowed upward like a waterfall flowing backwards.

The ever-expanding spiritual pressure created a hurricane, spreading out in circles around his feet.

"What is that?!" Red Ghost asked in surprise.

"Qing Gui doesn't know either." Qing Gui's tone seemed a little surprised.

The moment Mako Hirako called out the real name of the sword.

The world in the eyes of the blue ghost and the red ghost suddenly became completely reversed.

Up and down, left and right, front and back.

Not only the world in their vision, but even their understanding of the body has been reversed.

"Why am I standing in the air?"

"So is the Blue Ghost!"

In the dull and confused sound, the two bodies and four arms were waving their claws and fangs in a daze like an octopus that had lost its direction in the ocean current.

Hirako Mako hooked the ring at the end of the handle with her fingertips and slowly twisted it.

The blade slid around and around along one side.

"This is my Zanpakutō, Nifuku."

"My ability is to completely control my nerves, making all of your perceptions distorted."

"Of course."

"Even if I tell you my abilities clearly, it won't be of any use, right?"

"after all."

As he spoke, Hirako Makoto's figure suddenly disappeared and reappeared behind the red ghost.

"laugh!"

Blood flew.

A touch of red was added to the surface of the blade.

It also left a deep scar on its broad chest.

Hirako Mako's voice became increasingly murderous:

"Even if I tell you everything, you still won't be able to react, right?"

"what?!"

A needle-like pain was transmitted to the brain, and the sharp blade cut through the steel skin.

The eyes under the red ghost mask turned scarlet, and he looked at the little guy in front of him with a vague sense of awe.

However, a wound of this magnitude was not enough to make it think of retreating.

After just a moment of pause, the huge body rushed out again like a flying bullet, and even exploded a circular air wave as it moved at high speed.

"it's useless."

As Hirako Makoto said this, he took a step forward and faced the red demon head-on.

Wielding a sharp blade in his hand.

"laugh!"

The sharp sword pressure tore open the shoulder, leaving an arc-shaped scar.

Blood splattered everywhere.

This time, the red ghost's reaction was obviously much faster than last time.

Almost as soon as his shoulder was injured, he swung his arm towards the direction where Hirako Mako appeared.

However, although the fist had clearly hit the physical figure, there was no feeling of it hitting anything.

"Bastard!"

"You damned little yellow-haired thing!!"

A furious roar came from the red ghost's mouth, and the veins on his body bulged uncontrollably. His spiritual pressure was still rising, and his hands were waving around randomly.

However, Mako Hirako seemed to have anticipated this scene and dodged away lightly.