People in Soul Society start with love and bondage

Makoto Fujimiya raised the wooden sign in his hand.

The scene in the field of vision changed rapidly.

Soon, an ancient palace standing on the edge of the cliff, as if coiled in the sky, appeared in his eyes.

Makoto Fujimiya was not surprised by this.

According to the difference between the self and the self, the little broken knives of different shapes seem to have their own relatively preferred environment.

And following this order, naturally the only ones that appear here are……

“superego.”

Fujimiya Makoto’s expression gradually became more serious.

Based on the first two rounds of duels, he also figured out some of the ‘rules’ related to his own understanding.

The brat who represents the self only masters the pure beast-like On that side of Yu Wang, the only things that can be thought of in his mind are pure eating and super– aside from these two points, he also has the reflex of being shameless, talking nonsense, being playful, and still being arrogant even after being criticized. Come over and laugh at his shortcomings and advantages, even trying to take the initiative in a fierce battle.

That brat is like a true pure beast, and will accept anything that makes her feel comfortable.

The little broken sword that represents the self has a certain degree of rationality and intelligence. She knows very well what is good and bad. She also knows that as a body, if she dies in the next war, then as a Zanpakutō She will definitely not get any benefits.

Therefore, as long as she reaches a certain standard, she will not stop herself from obtaining the power that belongs to her.

Then……

What tests will the [superego], which controls the rationality, morality, and conscience shaped by society and interpersonal relationships, and represents the purely regulatory side of people, give him?

Just thinking about this made Fujimiya Makoto feel a little guilty.

After all, he is not a good person.

However, after thinking about it, Makoto Fujinomiya chose to stride into the palace in front of him.

This palace covers a very large area. It is built entirely on the edge of a cliff and is made of stone.

But after walking into the palace, you can find that the palace is extremely empty. It seems that except for the outline made of stone, there is no other filling. Everything that comes into view is pure white and spotless.

The skylight spilled from the gap on the top of the palace, dotting the long corridor with bright traces. On the edge of the cliff close at hand, there were floating clouds, and even the air seemed to become thin and pure.

Fujinomiya Makoto walked all the way into the innermost part of the palace.

What comes into view is a pure white cloud platform standing at the end of the palace.

In the center of the cloud platform, there sat a tall woman who looked like a marble sculpture.

She looks similar to the two people she met before. She has long, snow-white hair hanging down to her waist. She looks to be in her twenties. She has a slender and plump figure, but she is only covered with a loose yukata. The two are as deep and translucent as a mirror lake, overlooking the sea of clouds flowing below.

No expression.

It wasn’t until she heard the footsteps coming from behind that the woman’s movements, which seemed to be permanently fixed at this moment, changed slightly.

She was still sitting on the edge of the cloud platform, turned her head and looked at Makoto Fujimiya walking towards her.

However, after just a glance, he responded:

“Let’s go back”

“Your spiritual pressure is not enough to withstand my power.”

Her voice was gentle and melodious, with a hint of love that was revealed inadvertently like a mature woman.

But even when she said these words, her tone did not fluctuate at all. But

Fujimiya Makoto did not believe this evil, and slowly Xu pulled out the blade from his waist:”You have to try it first to know.”

Seeing his determined look, the woman did not refute, but calmly stood up from the platform and turned to face him.

A bladeless knife slowly appeared in her hand.

Fujimiya Makoto couldn’t help but be startled..

The white-haired woman walked towards him slowly and said in a calm voice:

“According to Soul Society, the bottom line requirement for using my power is third-level spiritual power.”

“Because it is too powerful, it will become an unbearable burden for you now”

“Specifically, it means losing part of…Personality”

“Even so, do you want to accept this unbearable power?”

Hearing this, Fujimiya Makoto’s pupils couldn’t help but shrink.

Personality?

Is this something that can be lost casually?

“You are…What did you say?”

Fujimiya Makoto imitated the tone of the holy text Deaf, and tried it as if he couldn’t believe it.

But the woman didn’t seem to mind telling him more.

“For example”

“——Do you still remember the first time you were pinned down on the bed by the girl you liked? What emotions surged deep in your heart?”

Almost the moment the woman finished speaking, even Fujimiya Makoto couldn’t help but blush.

Such a private matter…

Just don’t talk about it here! ?

“I…”

Just when he was about to answer something.

The edgeless blade in the woman’s hand suddenly swung down.

A certain part that belongs to the depths of memory seems to have turned into a strange bubble under the gentle wave of the blade, and suddenly disappeared from its existence.

In an instant, he forgot the confusion and excitement he had felt at that moment.

The ‘thread’ connecting him to his already somewhat blurry first love seemed to be cut off easily by this knife.

The woman said in a calm voice:

“Now”

“When you were a student, you have become a well-behaved and motivated little virgin.”

Fujinomiya Makoto recalled subconsciously for a second, and then his eyes widened immediately, and his voice was extremely shrill.

“I don’t want it——！？”

At this moment, he immediately realized the seriousness of the matter.

This woman’s abilities were far more outrageous than he imagined!

The moment he dropped the knife, his life seemed to be cut into a small piece, and an inexplicable hole appeared.

Violent spiritual pressure fluctuations suddenly erupted under Fujimiya Makoto’s feet, and his figure flashed in the direction of the opponent.

“The first type·modification·arc strike!”

With a flash of white training, Fujimiya Makoto fully demonstrated the transformation skills he had inherited from the brat.

However, the woman opposite still did not avoid it and asked:

“Why are you pointing swords at me?”

At the same time, the blade in the woman’s hand fell almost simultaneously.

In an instant, there was a very brief pause in Makoto Fujimiya’s movements. The

‘thread’ connecting him and the woman also showed an extremely subtle line. The cross-cut traces also broke quietly.

The urge to kill the opponent and the idea of seizing the beginning disappeared suddenly from the depths of my heart.

The white-haired woman turned slightly sideways and easily avoided his attack. A dull blade.

She still asked calmly:

“What is the reason that supports you to learn to wield a knife?”

At that moment, countless figures who were killed by him or defeated him suddenly appeared in Fujimiya Makoto’s mind.

The dense connections with others almost covered his entire life in the past two years. Life.

However, as the woman opposite dropped the blade, all the connections between him and these people were quietly broken.

Fujimiya Makoto stood still, with a vague sense of confusion and emptiness in his eyes.

This continued for several years. Fighting, the bloody courage that trained him from a rookie to the decisive swordsman he is now, seems to have faded at this moment.

Human beings are individuals accumulated from countless experiences and results.

If all these are lost, then Naturally, it will become useless……

Empty shell.

The woman was still looking at him quietly, as if waiting for something.

“Clang.”

The knife in Fujimiya Makoto’s hand suddenly fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

His steps obviously began to stagger, but he still staggered towards the woman in front of him.

But the other party just raised the bladeless blade in his hand. , raised her hand to Makoto Fujimiya.

She asked calmly:”Even after losing so much, do you still want to get this power?”

Fujimiya Makoto raised his head and looked at the white-haired woman.

Her expression was still cold and calm. She did not show the slightest fluctuation from beginning to end. She was just like a machine completing its task, quietly waiting for his answer.

“Remember your true intentions”

“Fujimiya-kun.”

Somehow, the voice from himself was suddenly awakened from the memory of the recent past.

It seemed to penetrate into the depths of his brain.

His heart.

As if he had realized something, Fujimiya Makoto’s face suddenly showed a difficult look. A smile spread across his face.

He slowly raised his foot, hesitating and hesitating at first, but became decisive when he lowered it. Then his steps became larger and larger, and he rushed straight towards the woman who was holding a knife towards him.

That woman He still asked calmly:

“You now, after all……”

However, Fujimiya Makoto shouted loudly and interrupted sharply:

“Needless to say!”

He avoided the edgeless blade, and even though his hands were empty, he rushed towards the woman in front of him as recklessly as possible, grabbed her collar tightly, and waved his fist with all his strength with a grin on his face.

‘With a bang, it hit the woman in the face.

Makoto Fujimiya seemed to want to shout out the truest and purest side of himself, regardless of whether he said:

“There are so many reasons why!”

“Even if it’s just to beat you, I still have to punch you!”

“His, where is my knife?”

However, when she saw his indifferent look and the woman who had been punched hard, a faint smile suddenly appeared on her face:

“Not blinded by the ’cause and effect’ in memory?”

“not bad”

“However, it’s still not enough.”

Hearing the woman’s whisper, Fujimiya Cheng paused at first.

The next moment, he saw the woman suddenly stretched out her hand, appeared suddenly in front of him, and touched the center of his forehead.

Suddenly, the spread of The spiritual pressure fluctuations spread out in all directions.

Fujimiya Makoto’s vision suddenly went dark.

Until finally, only a gentle voice remained in his ears:

“Wait until you reach the bottom line that you can bear”

“Come and take away my power again.”

As the words fell, the world in front of him fluctuated like water mist and gradually disappeared.

When Fujimiya Makoto opened his eyes again

, there was a soft and warm touch on his cheeks.

The top of his head fell. He held out a slender hand and gently stroked his long hair.

The field of vision was still completely black.

There was also a little clarity.���The scent of yarrow flowers.

Having just withdrawn from Sword Zen, Fujimiya Makoto’s consciousness was still a little blurry. He almost subconsciously reached out and hugged the slender waist connected to the thighs, as if he wanted to feel the warmth more deeply, and wanted to sink. Go down.

But the next moment, I heard a familiar voice ringing from my ears:

“Already awake? Chengjun.”

The voice was also warm and loving, as if it could make people ‘hear’ the kind smile on the other person’s face when the words fell.

However, almost subconsciously, a feeling of life and death suddenly rose in Makoto Fujimiya’s heart. A strong aversion to the cold.

The whole person was ejected and regained consciousness from the warm knee pillow.

Unohana Yachiru held tea in his hand and spread his long hair. He seemed to feel his gaze, and then looked at him quietly. He,

Fujimiya Makoto suddenly had cold sweat on his forehead.

Damn it.

I almost forgot it was Unohana-sensei!

……