In Soul Society, love and bond begin

Squad 8, Intelligence Review Department.

Dozens of death gods who had been notified in advance lined up outside the door and entered in batches to cooperate with the inspection.

It seemed to be just a routine intelligence summary.

The surrounding security forces were almost non-existent.

However, when some of them raised their heads and saw each other's faces, their hearts couldn't help but tighten.

In addition, several companions have lost contact with them in recent days.

As various signs accumulated, they couldn't help but come to a bad conclusion.

Thinking of this, the eyes of these people looking at the people around them gradually became colder.

"thump!"

"Hey, what are you pushing for?"

"Huh? It was clearly you who stepped on my foot first!"

Suddenly, a big hand pushed one of them on the shoulder, and his back hit the wall hard.

The Grim Reaper in front naturally wouldn't let it go, and turned around to start arguing with the bastard behind him.

However, the person behind was equally unwilling to lose and raised his voice even louder than the other person.

The two people's noise became louder and louder, and they even started pushing each other, making the people around them fall down.

The attention of everyone in the queue was drawn to the two of them.

"What are you guys arguing about in the back?"

"Quiet!"

The two Grim Reapers in charge of guarding the area stood out from the back of the corridor with angry voices. Their faces were tense and their palms subconsciously pressed on the hilts of their knives. They shouted while pushing aside the crowd and squeezed towards the two people who were pushing them.

Hearing the stern stop from behind, the two people who were pushing each other stopped and seemed to be frightened. They only cursed at each other and looked at each other fiercely.

However, when the Grim Reaper in charge of guarding came to his side.

Changes occur suddenly.

"laugh!"

Before the Death Guard could make any move, the two men who were pushing each other turned around, drew their swords one in front and one behind, and without a pause stabbed the blades into the guard's chest.

When the blades were pulled out from the wounds, a bright line of blood shot out.

The moment they saw this scene, the eyes of the people around them all changed.

"Enemy attack!"

Perhaps because they had all experienced the meat grinder in Hueco Mundo, everyone present reacted with astonishing speed.

Almost the moment I saw this scene, I realized their identities.

They all drew their swords.

However, the corridor was too narrow, only enough for three or four people to sit side by side, and the anti-empty formations used in daily training could not be used at all.

More importantly, these guys are incredibly strong.

"Qianglang——"

The heavy blade was lifted up from the bottom and hit the shallow hand of the person in front of him hard.

Brilliant sparks accompanied by the harsh sound of metal clashing rang out in the narrow corridor. The wrist of the Death God who was hastily fighting felt sore, and he took several steps back.

Such great strength?!

Before he could react, the traitor stepped forward, and the gleaming silver blade drew a dazzling arc.

"laugh!"

It chopped down from the shoulder to the side of the waist, leaving a huge wound at an angle.

Blood spurts.

"Sano!"

"You bastard!?"

Before the people around them could continue to take turns to step forward, they heard the sound of swords being drawn again behind them.

Before they could react, two more people were stabbed down by the blade from behind.

Amid the cries of pain, everyone suddenly turned around.

Only then did they discover that there were more than two traitors.

For a moment, the eyes of the Death Gods turned to the people around them with a sudden alertness, and they kept a safe distance.

It is this brief moment of doubt that the traitors are fighting for.

Before the people around them could start to organize themselves, they saw that the first two traitors had already formed an arrowhead, waving their blades and fleeing madly outside.

By the time they rushed out of the door, they had already formed an assault formation with a standard formation of five people.

"rush out!"

"Then signal for help for the adults."

"Yes!"

When the leader shouted, the people around him immediately responded.

With their abilities, it is naturally impossible for them to escape from Soul Society.

However, if we can contact Lord Sar Apollo...

Thinking of this, everyone felt a sense of motivation.

However, the little flame that ignited in his heart was extinguished with a "puff" just as it rushed out of the corridor.

The five people stared blankly at the door.

The defenders, deployed in a large formation, stopped quietly outside the door.

At a glance, there were dozens of people.

Among them, a young man with short red hair and straight eyebrows standing at the door was carrying a knife.

He looked at the five people rushing out of the inspection department with unfriendly eyes.

"I originally thought it was just Brother Longma who was meddling."

"I didn't expect you guys would actually dare to do this!"

The red-haired Dong boy stepped forward and stood opposite them, with a mocking smile on his face and a cold tone:

"I am Karino Masahiro (Ashido), the tenth seat of the ninth squad."

"Since you dare to betray Soul Society, that means you should be prepared, right?"

"...preparation to die."

"Dengdengdeng-"

The footsteps behind me became more frequent.

The five people who rushed out of the corridor looked at the young man in front of them and knew that there was no way to retreat.

Led by the person in front, they suddenly roared with red eyes:

"For Lord Sar Apollo."

"For Lord Sar Apollo--!!"

After the roar was heard, the five men immediately charged straight towards Yawangren.

"whispering sound."

Looking at the five people in front of him, Ya Wangren lowered the sword on his shoulder, and his originally lazy demeanor suddenly changed, becoming as sharp and awe-inspiring as a knife.

The knife flashed.

Ya Wangren took a step to the side nonchalantly, then suddenly rushed forward. The blade in his hand slashed through the man's side with the inertia of his twisting body, easily creating a deep wound in the man's side.

He turned his wrist, and the tip of the knife was lightly lifted up by the force, and it hit the blade of the second person who was chopped down.

"Clang!"

With a metallic clang, the blade in Yawangren's hand slashed along the intersecting angles and pierced into his chest with a "puff" sound like a cone.

His feet moved as if in a slow dance, and as he twisted his body, the blade that had pierced his body was pulled out, spilling a circle of blood around his body, and then he faced the blade of the third person again.

"clang!"

Before the blade of the fourth man who attacked from the side could fall on him, Ya Wangren suddenly stretched out his hand to the side, grabbed the man and pulled him up, holding his wrist and hitting the person in front of him like swinging a baseball bat.

He pulled out the blade in his hand and swung it repeatedly, leaving deep marks on the two people.

Finally, twist and stab from behind.

"puff!"

The blade went straight through the chest and abdomen of the fifth man who was holding up his sword.

In just a moment, he penetrated the formation of five people.

Neat.

"whispering sound."

"It's really only this extent."

Karinomasa put his sword back into its sheath, muttered something under his breath, and then, cursing, he organized the soldiers who were watching the show to tie up the five people and carry them back into the interrogation room.

He didn't notice.

In addition to his team members, there were other people paying attention to what was happening here.

"What an outstanding junior."

"That child is called Ashido, right?"

Shikatori Bayunsai stood on the rooftop and turned to look at Fujimiya Makoto beside him.

"If you want to write Chinese characters, you should be a person of elegant and forgetful temperament."

"I just graduated from college a few years ago."

“But it’s really excellent.”

Fujimiya Makoto was never shy about praising his subordinates, and with a somewhat boastful smile on his face, he said, "It's been less than twenty years since graduation, and already you're in the tenth seat."

"Just looking at the strength, it should be close to the level of the third seat, right?" Captain Shikatori was a little surprised.

"There's no suitable vacancy in the team right now. If he wants to be promoted, he'll definitely transfer to another team." Fujimiya Makoto explained casually, "Yawangren is a kid who's been reluctant to leave because he has a good relationship with Ryoma."

"That's such a pity." Captain Shikatori seemed to sigh.

"You guy, you were trying to steal my girl again, right?" Fujimiya Makoto reacted immediately.

"Of course, if I can poach Cheng-kun, I wouldn't mind letting go of other smaller players."

Lu Quba Yunzhai spoke and laughed, but his words were fierce and vicious.

Fujimiya Makoto glanced at her and said, "If you get killed by Yachiryu one day, don't blame me."

"It's ok."

Bayunsai took a light step towards Fujimiya Makoto and whispered in his ear: "Anyway, Makoto-kun will keep it a secret for me, right?"

"That depends on your sincerity, ma'am!"

[You don’t want to be without meat, do you?]

Xiao Podao is actually more active than Fujimiya Makoto himself.

Fujimiya Makoto's face darkened as he slapped the hilt of the knife, causing the little broken knife to cry out "Ouch".

Lu Quba Yunzhai was standing beside him, covering his mouth and laughing.

While they were joking, the two of them seemed to notice something and turned their heads at the same time.

After a while, a figure covered in a black tights appeared on the rooftop. A slightly hoarse female voice came from under the black mask: