In Soul Society, love and bond begin

Just this one sound caused the atmosphere in the hall to suddenly fall into a deathly silence.

Fujimiya Makoto trembled all over.

It's over...

Something's going to happen!

Immediately afterwards, the charming voice suddenly raised its pitch and began to chant at high speed from the heart.

I love the purple-haired, twin-tailed, one-eyed, poor scholar lolita! I also love the soft, slippery little snake head! I love the contrast of the lolita calling herself "older"!

[Ball, step on me with your cute little white tabi! Stab me with your sword! And lick me with your little snake head!]

[No, I can't hold it any longer! I've reached my limit...]

【Move faster!!!】

At that moment, all the doubts in everyone's eyes faded away, and they all turned around to look at Fujimiya Makoto with a strange look that was almost "outrageous".

This guy is a super heavyweight!

That’s Saito the Immortal!

Cute little tabi...

Are you a little too extreme?

Even the old man sitting in the middle couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows. His facial expression was very stiff, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be trembling.

Fujimiya Makoto's body seemed to be frozen, and his entire body appeared a strange grayish-white color.

Standing there, motionless.

Suddenly.

He swung his left hand and threw the Zanpakutō in his hand to his feet.

Then he pretended to kick it carelessly, and the rotten scabbard slid a long way across the wooden floor of the dojo with a "whoosh" sound, leaving it to continue squeaking.

What broken knife?

not mine.

"..."

The girl with dark purple twintails just stared at him quietly, with an irrepressible scarlet light in her single eye. Her fingertips danced rhythmically and joyfully on the hilt of the knife as if plucking the strings of a guitar. Even her breathing seemed to become heavier, and the smile on her face became more seductive.

I'm addicted to hacking.

Chapter 7: Winning is the only way

"enough."

At this moment of tension.

A majestic low roar came from the center of the dojo.

Saito Fuuma, whose fingertips had already touched the hilt of the sword, and Fujimiya Makoto, who had just kicked Asada away, stopped at the same time.

Yamamoto Shigekuni looked coldly as he swept his gaze over the two of them.

In just a moment, Fujimiya Makoto suddenly felt a terrifying spiritual pressure that was like a landslide, pouring down like a flood in this narrow space.

Fujimiya Makoto even unconsciously developed a strange feeling of suffocation as if he was buried alive in the soil.

It felt like I was going to die in the next moment.

until...

Yamamoto Shigekuni lowered his head and took a sip of the tea at hand seemingly nonchalantly.

"whispering sound."

Seeing this, Saito Bulaobushi glanced at Yamamoto Shigekuni with fear, but he held down the knife and did not rush over to chop people like crazy.

The teachers standing on both sides all had different expressions.

Before the war with Soul Society, Yamamoto Shigekuni had already plundered all the masters in Rukongai and formed a unified front.

And they are the masters who were 'looted'.

Those who are sitting here peacefully now are all heroes who knew the situation after being defeated, and former ruthless characters who surrendered obediently - but if it were in the past, any one of them would definitely be a monster at the level of a local giant crocodile if placed somewhere in Rukongai.

However, now they have all succumbed to the real fierce dragon crossing the river.

"Are you Fujimiya Makoto?"

"Yes."

His expression was a little tense.

Yamamoto Shigekuni's voice remained neither loud nor soft, carrying the deep, magnetic quality of a middle-aged man. "I've heard you have a talent for infinitely increasing your strength in battle."

"Is this true? Or is it simply your Zanpakutō's ability?"

"Ok?"

Upon hearing this rather direct question, Fujimiya Makoto was stunned at first.

Then, he reacted immediately.

"no."

“This is not an unlimited improvement!”

Fujimiya Makoto suddenly corrected him with a serious expression, "Actually, those were all actions I had to take to save my life. They're a unique ghost technique of mine. Even though it looks easy, every improvement in my strength comes at a terrible price."

Yamamoto Shigekuni seemed to perk up a bit, and asked carefully:

"A price? For example?"

"For example... a huge amount of spiritual energy is consumed!"

Before entering this room, Fujimiya Makoto hadn't really thought too much. His mind was full of how to make Yuchun's dirty talk and Zanpakuto shut up. Now he started to make up stories on the spot, and his face naturally pretended to be very serious.

It's like he's saying, 'I'm not kidding.'

"It will also drain your energy very quickly!"

“It’s also quite taxing mentally.”

"Once it reaches a certain extreme, it could be life-threatening and could even cause the lock and soul sleep to collapse...it's extremely dangerous."

The more Fujimiya Makoto spoke, the more fluent he became, and the more he hid his secrets, the more fluent he became. Gradually, his face revealed an expression as if he had faced a great enemy and survived a disaster - as if he had paid a terrible price in the battle with Unohana Yachiryu that day.

He, Fujimiya Makoto, is a typical Gou Dao talent.

Having a [Slanderous Zanpakutō] is already enough of a headache for him. If he doesn't keep a few more cards up his sleeve, how will he survive in the future?

Fujimiya Makoto's thinking is very clear.

It's pretended to be real.

However, upon hearing this, the teachers sitting around began to nod slightly.

They felt that this matter seemed to be becoming somewhat reasonable.

If it is a special explosive ghost technique, then it doesn't seem so incredible to let a weak person fight against Unohana in a short period of time.

At the scene, only Unohana Hachiru suddenly frowned.

Unlike others, she herself had actually fought with this guy.

But she also didn't speak.

Just wait quietly.

"That's it."

Yamamoto Shigekuni took another sip of tea and suddenly changed the subject:

"Then, if I can accept you as my disciple and teach you sincerely...are you willing to let go of the previous karma and truly devote everything to Yuanzi Academy?"

"That's natural!"

Almost subconsciously, Fujimiya Makoto blurted out the words.

This is Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni.

The whole field of characters was blocked!

However, the moment this voice came out, the old bald man in front of him waved towards the side of the dojo.

Soon, a chubby pink-haired man with a large cloak slung over his back came up to Yamamoto Shigekuni.

He bowed slightly and lowered his voice:

"The ghost detection results...except for the last sentence which is a subconscious reaction, the rest are probably made up."

"..."

"what?!"

Fujimiya Makoto, his eyes widened!

How...can you please talk it over nicely?

Why did you fail the lie detector test?

Are you on guard against even a gentleman like him?

But the next second, something even more confusing happened to him.

"Ah, damn it!"

The chain-smoking uncle sitting to one side, with a fur ring around his neck, slapped his thigh hard, his expression full of regret:

"There really are such monsters in the world!"

"You bet on the wrong horse!"

The man with glasses sitting next to him reached out his hand to him mercilessly:

"I accept the loss! Sheng Hui, ten thousand rings."

"I've already said it before, with Miss Unohana's personality, she would never lie about something like this!"

"look!"

"Tsk, I know, I know."

For a moment, the originally quiet dojo became a mess.

Fujimiya Makoto looked at this group of gamblers with an incredible look on his face.

If you really don't want to live, why don't you bite a light bulb?

"Ahem! Quiet."

In the end, it was old man Yamamoto who coughed twice, barely calmed the situation, frowned and scolded:

"How can you behave so rudely in front of young people?"

"that is!"

The girl with dark purple twintails jumped out early and looked at them with disdain on her face:

"According to what I say, wouldn't it be clear if we just had a fight?"

"Why make it so troublesome?"

"Hey!"

"That shy boy!"

As she spoke, the girl suddenly turned her head to look at Fujimiya Makoto, holding her slightly barren chest with both hands and tilting her head.

Saito Furuobushi smiled triumphantly, and with a single hand, he thrust the scabbard into the wooden floor of the dojo under Yamamoto Shigekuni's stiff gaze. He casually rolled up his sleeves and waved in his direction.

"You don't use a sword, and I don't use a sword either."

"A fight would be quite beneficial to you, right?"

"Let's see what the monster looks like!"