In Soul Society, love and bond begin

Fujimiya Makoto smiled faintly and looked kindly at Mr. Honda beside him.

Whether it was the indifferent expression, the calm attitude, or the gentlemanly, polite and natural smile, all of them revealed that Fujimiya had trained his expression skills for half a year in order to seek revenge.

That's right!

He has been waiting for this moment for half a year!

He looked at Honda Keigo, who looked very cautious.

Thirty years to Hedong, thirty years to Hexi!

You ignored me in the past, but now you can’t afford me!

If a cheesy background music could sound behind him at this time, Fujimiya Makoto felt that it would be a good time to shoot a three-minute hand-shaking clip.

Honda Keigo nodded obediently, but still smiled awkwardly and asked, "But... today's test should be 'Hadō I: Strike', right?"

"The training ground for intermediate ghost arts is next door."

"Also, haven't you already graduated?"

"Instructor Fujimiya?"

At that moment, all the new students around turned their heads and looked at the guy with resentment who suddenly broke into their class and released a large ghost without saying a word.

Under the gaze of everyone, Fujimiya Makoto had a calm expression on his face, not a bit panicked:

"fine."

"Wealth that does not return home is like walking in brocade at night!"

"I finally learned the 30th Kidō, but if I don't show it to Mr. Honda, I'll feel like something's missing."

"Okay, goodbye, teacher."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fujimiya Makoto turned and walked out the door, leaving behind a row of teachers and students with dark faces.

However, before Fujimiya Makoto could walk far, he heard the footsteps of the patrol team at the other end of the corridor.

"It's his Reiatsu!"

"Asshole! Are you here to teach the intermediate ghost technique in the beginner class again?"

"We must catch him this time!"

Fujimiya Makoto turned around and ran, his figure immediately disappearing at the other end of the corridor.

Several Yuanliu Death Gods with patrol team shoulder badges soon followed behind, brandishing swords and knives, and chasing after them with bared fangs and claws.

Fujimiya Makoto's flash step is so fast!

Teacher Honda Keigo looked at this scene with a frown on his face.

This time, after he had walked away, Mr. Honda, who had learned his lesson, muttered in a low voice:

"This guy... is too vindictive."

"Does it really only happen every few days?"

However, despite muttering this, Fujimiya Makoto's progress in the past six months has shocked even his former teacher.

Ever since he was persuaded to quit half a year ago, this kid suddenly seemed to have come to his senses, and his level of ghost skills increased by leaps and bounds.

Three months ago, when he first came to show off, he could only barely perform one Breaking Dao Nine.

This is shocking enough.

But in the fourth month, he suddenly jumped to the Zhaotian Ball, which was the 20th level of the Breaking Dao.

Last month, he was even able to use the Red Lotus Seal on the 26th.

Today is even more outrageous!

Turned.

Honda Keigo looked at the mess on the training ground.

The power of the Cang Huo Zhui No. 33 in this kid's hands is almost more than twice that of an ordinary Grim Reaper.

Now, even Honda Keigo himself is a little doubtful whether his teaching ability has really declined.

"This bastard."

"I didn't expect that he is really a genius?"

......

On the other side, Fujimiya Makoto showed off in front of Honda again. Even though he had barely escaped the pursuit of the patrol team, he still had a smile on his face.

He lowered his head and looked at the ability bar on his panel.

【Ghost Path: Level 19 (100/)】

In just half a year, his level of ghost skills, driven by his extraordinary talent, reached a rather exaggerated level.

One's own control over the spirit particles is secondary.

It is no exaggeration to say that if Fujimiya Makoto wanted to, he could basically break the chant and use the full power of the Kidō below level 30.

If you work harder, breaking through the 50th or 60th level will not be that difficult.

For many captain-level shinigami, this level is certainly nothing, but for a person like him who has difficulty with spirit particles and even had difficulty using the No. 1 Breaking Path some time ago, it is simply a leap of progress!

Of course, he is where he is today thanks to the help of Tongjiang.

"Let's make her something delicious today."

However, just as Fujimiya Makoto walked to his bedroom, he heard a childish cry suddenly rang out from the room:

"The Sixty-first Path of Binding! Six-Staff Light Prison!"

At the same time, there was also an extremely chaotic flow of spirit particles.

Abandoning the chant? And... the binding method of number sixty!

Are there any experts? !

Fujimiya Makoto was stunned at first.

Immediately afterwards, a small figure broke open the door and rushed out of the hut.

As soon as Hikifune Kiryu rushed out of the room, he saw Fujimiya Makoto standing in the corridor, and immediately ran towards him, yelling:

"Brother Cheng! Help!"

Then, the little guy crawled behind his thighs and held his waist tightly.

But before Fujimiya Makoto could ask what happened, he saw Shutara Senjumaru forcibly breaking through several fragile barriers of the Binding Light Prison, rushing out of the door, drifting sideways and slid to the ground, his feet stopped, and his fingertips pressed on the ground, obviously preparing for a sprint.

"Senjumaru? Why are you in my room?!" Fujimiya Makoto was immediately shocked.

"Hey! Catch that little thing behind you!"

"Don't let her get away!"

Shutara Senjumaru seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and the two bony hands behind her subconsciously emerged from her skirt, and she immediately gave a loud order.

"Wait a moment!"

"Please give me some face!"

Fujimiya Makoto immediately stood between the two of them and said righteously, "What the hell is going on?"

It's like eating the face fruit.

Before Xiao Tongsheng could open his mouth, Shudala had already spoken the truth loudly:

"How dare this little thing skip my class!"

Upon hearing this, Fujimiya Makoto subconsciously turned his head and found that Kiryu was indeed wearing a white student uniform with a pitiful expression.

"Kiri-chan?"

"Teacher Shudra is staying late! And he's even using *Soul Society curse words*!"

Kiryu-chan tried to retort.

However, this little peach was eventually defeated by Fujimiya Makoto's scorching gaze.

"Ok?"

The loli classmate lowered her head, stretched out two short fingers, and muttered:

"I just escaped twice."

"Bullshit! It's clearly twelve full hours!"

Shudra immediately started cursing, "If your deskmate hadn't punctured your ghost body today, would I have started swearing in class?!"

Xiao Tongsheng immediately buried his head even lower.

Fujimiya Makoto's gaze towards Hikifune Kiryu suddenly became subtle.

what? !

It's only been a few days since I sent you to school.

Is that the level?

How did he even learn to create his own special trick for skipping classes?!

However, despite the complicated emotions, I still have to protect my family.

Fujimiya Makoto quickly sorted out the situation and found that the problem was on his side. He immediately approached Shutara and tried to persuade him gently:

"Um, Senju...Shutara-sensei!"

"I will definitely teach her a lesson later. She will listen to you no matter how you teach her."

"By the way, it's almost time for dinner."

"otherwise..."

"Would you like to stay for dinner today?"

Chapter 32: Miss Senjumaru, you don’t want to...

"Bang, bang! Quack, quack!"

"Hurrah—"

Almost at the same time, a small hand and a bony arm reached out to Fujimiya Makoto, and the two gluttons, one large and one small, shouted in unison:

"one more bowl!"

Fujimiya Makoto looked at the two foodies in front of him with a frown on his face.

He was not quite sure why others became the God of Death.

But the reason these two people can become the gods of death is definitely because they can really eat to death.

"Yes Yes."

However, due to the current situation, Fujimiya Makoto had no choice but to pour out half of the rice bucket, scoop up the remaining part, and fill up both of their bowls, leaving a small tip of rice on each.

Shutara Senjumaru and Hikifune Kiryu, one big and one small, stared at each other's bowls.

As soon as Fujimiya Makoto's rice spoon fell, he immediately started eating like crazy, nodding his head as if he had heard the whistle of a game.

Just like the reincarnation of a Saiyan, such a big bowl was gone in one breath.

Until the end, Fujimiya Makoto could only watch as all the cups and plates on the table were cleared away.

He didn't even eat a bite!

"Slow down, don't rush."

"I'll make it for you after you finish eating."

Fujimiya Makoto helplessly helped them both to get cups of water.

[Tsk, what a pitiful old married man! ]