People in Soul Society start with love and bondage

The sky is clear and the clouds are rolling.

Paths, plateaus, dwarf trees along the slopes, bustling with people

“I really enjoyed practicing today.”

The girl with a belt around her waist wiped the wet spots on her forehead, with a happy smile on her face, still holding the knife in her hand.

“Right, Yuta!”

However, just as she turned her head, the girl suddenly reacted and apologized again and again:”Ah! Sorry, sorry”

“I almost forgot, are you speechless?”

The girl with a belt around her waist was holding a knife. She turned her head and saw a young man in linen hanging by a rope from a tree branch. He was about the same age as her and had a pale and stunned face.

There were deep knife marks. Cutting from the shoulders, waist, elbows, and knees, the bright red blood soaked a large area of clothing, but the knife was extremely precise. It was all done to the extent that it penetrates nine and leaves a white space, keeping the young man’s body generally intact..

The boy was vomiting blood and seemed to want to say something, but he could no longer make a sound.

The girl smiled and patted his clean shoulder with her white hands, and comforted him gently:

“It must hurt, right?”

“But I can’t help it. I want to be the sword tester of our Asaemon family. This is the rule!”

“Didn’t you say you liked me very much when you were on the street? Since you are a man, you must endure it until the end.”

“Don’t worry, my knife is very fast.”

“It’s the last time, and I’ll help you get rid of it right away.”

Hearing this, the boy’s mouth was filled with blood, and the light in his eyes finally gradually dimmed.

The girl was also quite honest. She cut off the head directly with one knife.

The knife path was quite clean.

I don’t know how much was used. It was foreshadowed by human heads.

The girl shook off the blood on the knife, turned her head, and looked around proudly.

Compared to her, the actions of the young people in front of the rows of trees around her did not seem so crisp..

On a row of dozens of low branches facing the road, all kinds of people wearing linen clothes were hanging on them – most of them were old people, a few young people who didn’t run away, and many children.

Nearby Except for the young people who ran fast, most of the entire village were here.

Their miserable wails were everywhere in the woods.

And most of the people in brocade clothes standing in front of them had ” embroidered on their shoulders. The words”Asemon” are all tied on the forehead, and they are”practicing” the beheading technique with a serious expression.

This ritual is called”Tsuji Slash”.

For the Harada Asemon family members who have inherited it for a long time, it is the successor to the family. The only way to pass on the position of ‘sword tester’.

Originally, this ceremony was used to ‘test swords’’、‘Used for checking knives.

However, since there was another divine general in the Soul King’s Palace more than a thousand years ago, and the god of death was linked to the shallow sword, these”private Zanpakutō” were built by the nobles themselves and”tested”.’、‘The tradition of promotion gradually disappeared.

To this day, only a few upper-class nobles such as the Harada Asaemon and the Kasumioji family still retain the ability to create the original Zanpakuto.’、‘The tradition of transforming the Zanpakutō’s abilities – for this reason, Asaemon naturally wanted to continue passing on this tradition of ‘testing swords’ and turned it into a simple practice of slicing within the clan.

For the Asaemon clan, this is obviously a proud inheritance that has a distinguished family background and has become stronger over time.

However, for the residents of Rukongai living in the 37th District, this is a sustainable massacre.

But, who cares?

As the highest-ranking noble in the Soul Society, second only to the five great nobles, everything within the Rukongai of Nishi 37 District belongs to the Harada Asaemon clan.

Naturally, this also includes the residents of Rukongai who grow and grow like leeks.

No one cares.

While the Asaemon family’s traditional exercises were going on as they had for thousands of years, a small group of a dozen people slowly walked towards the end of the path.

Someone was guarding the middle of the path. Looking over from a distance, he saw that the small group of people on the opposite side were also wearing the standard black death uniforms of the Seireitei nobles. They became slightly vigilant.

“Hello! Who are you!”

The people from the Asaemon family set up a checkpoint in the middle of the road far away and shouted questions in this direction.

Standing at the front of the team was a handsome man with long hair tied up with a coarse cloth and a hanging hanging around his waist. He was a tall young man with a broken scabbard.

The only thing worth paying attention to was that for some reason, there was a pair of small hairpin women’s foot bags hanging on his scabbard. It smelled fragrant and was a bit perverted.

He heard the voice on the other side. He shouted, spitting out the grass roots in his mouth, and raised his chin to signal to the people around him.

Then, someone immediately shouted:

“We are from the Omaeda family in the 40th ward to deliver the order. The front line is moving back again. Is it the Asaemon family in front?”1

As he said that, the god of death took a few steps forward and raised a waist tag from his waist.

The three characters ‘Omaeda’ were written on it.

No one noticed that the back of the waist tag was stained with blood.

The sentry on the opposite side suddenly stopped. He breathed a sigh of relief and replied:

“Exactly!”

“Please wait a moment, I will untie the barrier soon.”

While he was talking, he saw a crooked red signal rising slowly in the woods behind these people. It was clearly visible even in broad daylight.

“You!”

“Who didn’t hit the last hit this time?”

Fujimiya Makoto cursed bitterly and turned his head behind him with a dirty mouth.

The Shinigami behind him all shrank their shoulders.

The Asaemon clan members opposite the sentry post who were untying the barrier all had expressions on their faces. Change.

The red flare is a high-risk alarm in Seireitei

“Enemy attack!”

“Be on guard! Tell the tribesmen to retreat!”

In an instant, the Asaemon guard behind the checkpoint immediately reacted, sweat dripping from his forehead, and a fierce sense of fear in his twisted face. His hands holding the knife were trembling, and even his voice became extremely sharp. :

“Yuanliu Travel disaster is coming——！！！”

“kill!”

Fujimiya Makoto shouted, and he was already at the forefront.

Behind him, a dozen wolf-like Genryu Shinigami all drew their swords, roared and charged in the direction of the checkpoint.

There were still people behind the checkpoint. They wanted to use the barrier to resist temporarily.

However, before they could input spiritual pressure into it, a loud roar came from their ears:

“Chapter Thirty-three of Breaking the Way: Blue Fire Falling!”

Suddenly, a blazing stream of spirit fire erupted from Fujimiya Makoto’s palm. The expanding air enveloped the surging high temperature and swallowed everything. It was like a flaming hammer falling heavily on the fragile barrier in front of the checkpoint. The huge amount of spiritual pressure burst out with a terrifying impact. In a deep roar, it exploded the entire translucent barrier. It also took with it several Asaemon who were blocking the checkpoint and preparing to input spiritual pressure. The tribesmen were also swallowed up by the blazing fire, and the path seemed to have been gouged out of thin air by some giant beast.

Black soot floated on the entire charred ground.

However, Fujimiya Makoto did not stop even for a moment. Shunbu rushed into the woods very quickly.

The violent noise immediately woke up the young Asaemon tribesmen who were still undergoing ‘slash training’.

Hearing the sound of ‘enemy attack’ coming from the checkpoint, these young people first all They were stunned for a moment, but soon, under the leadership of a few leaders who thought they were superb in beheading skills, everyone became excited.

“They’re just Yuanliu gangsters, nothing special!”

“Just stay here with me! Annihilate them in one fell swoop!”

“Make a difference today!”

The girl at the beginning stood in the crowd, raised her sword and shouted, her pretty face full of light red excitement.

As one of the youngest and most powerful successors in the family, the strength of the ninth-level spirit power is even among the elders in the family. She also has a place, and her status as the third-ranked knife tester candidate has made her the leading eldest sister among the young people in the family. What’s the point of facing those unruly travel disasters? 1

“That’s right!”

“exactly.”

The crowd was quiet for a while, and soon many young people who also couldn’t recognize themselves started shouting together. They formed a gang with great momentum and marched in the direction of the gangsters. The number of people who were still practicing were Ten people formed a group, holding long knives and covered in blood, and strode forward.

How could one be so majestic?

Then, they ran into a small group of people led by Fujimiya Makoto.

Both sides were stunned when they met. Clicked

“rush!”

The girl shouted and waved down the long knife, but she stood behind. 1

The young men with blood-stained clothes were all moved by the excitement in their chests, and they roared and rushed towards the team, which was less than one-third of their own. And left.

This was the first time that Fujimiya Makoto met a small group of noble troops who were not retreating but advancing. Looking at their blood-covered bodies and murderous aura, he thought they had encountered the Seireitei who had just transferred. The elite troops subconsciously used their full strength.

I saw him flashing, and in an instant he rushed into the front of the team like a bowling ball into a beer bottle, and punched with all his strength.

“One bone!!”

As soon as the fight began, several Asaemon boys who rushed to the front were greeted by this extremely ferocious punch, which smashed into a large puddle of rotten tomatoes spread out in a splatter shape.

Shattered!

The sudden shocking impact directly stunned the teenagers who were still murderous just now.

The girl standing at the back was even more confused.

Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of chopping melons and vegetables.

Facing the civilians We are knife testers as fierce as tigers.’、‘The beheading of the Asaemon tribesmen, who had experienced hundreds of battles and drank blood, was no different from lambs.

For a moment, the wailing and begging for mercy, which was even more tragic than that of the civilians hanging on the trees, immediately resounded throughout the battlefield.

The color is sharp and the heart is full.

The so-called nobles are probably like this…….

First update!

Thanks to book friend ‘Comet’s Destination’ ’The salted fish stabs!

Thanks to book friend ‘Little Gaga is not little’ for the spicy strips!

Thanks to book friend ‘Jie Ran’ for the blade!…… ps: It’s Mad Thursday again! But KFC is getting worse and worse, v you 50! ❤

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