People in Soul Society start with love and bondage

Rukongai·Zaraki (Area 80)

A slim beauty with long black hair is walking among the yellow sand. She has a katana slung around her waist. The white haori draped over the dark kimono is flying, and her straw sandals are off. There was no trace left in the flying sand and dust, and the whole person seemed to be floating in the wind.

There was a gloomy expression on her soft and delicate face.

Long.

It’s just too long.

For a woman who has experienced thousands of years of fighting, and who has almost regarded killing and wielding a sword as the true meaning of life for an endless period of time, a life without a target to kill is undoubtedly long and painful.

In order to learn how to swing a sword, she learned more than 8,000 kendo schools in an unknown number of years.

In order to refine the most exquisite killing techniques, she constantly waved the blade in her hand in this almost endless world of the dead, killing everything she could see.

In order to enjoy the pleasure of killing and being killed for a long time, she even twisted her mind and turned her soul-reflecting sword called Zanpakutō into one that could repair others and herself.

The knife saw blood, feeling the coldness in the opponent’s hand piercing the body, then regenerated at super speed, and pierced the opponent’s body with the blade again.

What you do is to enjoy the joy of fighting forever.

She doesn’t need a reason to kill.

If you don’t fight, how can you know the skill of the sword in your hand?

If you don’t kill, how can you know that your opponent has tried his best?

“Fighting is everything.”

This is Unohana Yazenryu, a man who spread his notoriety throughout the entire Soul Society through fighting for an unknown number of thousands of years – an unprecedented evil man in history.

However, in this long period of time, After the fighting history, she finally felt that her fighting career seemed to be slowly coming to an end.

As time went by, her strength increased.

The woman named Unohana Yasenryu could never find a woman who could be as good as before. The same person touched her body during the fight.

This made this woman who longed to be penetrated by the blade and gathered the intention to kill, truly feel the emptiness called ‘living’.

No goals, no expectations.

Everything was gone. It was blank.

From Runlinan to Zaraki, there were only a few people who could block her knife.

Even if it was a knife that was only as long as a finger, they would all be vulnerable.

Life……. so long

“If only I could fall into hell”

“Why can’t I go to hell after killing so many people?”

“Is it true that the only way to go is to die?”

The slender woman named Unohana Yachiryu stopped where she was and murmured in a low voice.

“A place where the essence of the Soul Society for millions of years is gathered together, where all the powerful Shinigami who have died are gathered together….Even the remaining ones are all powerful and heinous creatures.”

“If I could live in that kind of place, it would probably fill my empty heart.”

She not only wants to continue living, but also wants to use endless fighting to fill her heart that is even more empty than the void.

Unohana Yachiryu is such an extremely greedy woman.

However, just when she doesn’t know how many When she was so eager for the first time, a figure walked slowly between the yellow sand in the distance.

The figure had obviously noticed her, and stopped almost the moment he caught a glimpse of her figure.

This is Zaraki.

Ji. A place of barrenness, harshness, fighting, and fear.

This is the largest, poorest, and most deformed marginal Shura field in Rukongai. An unknown number of dead people used food and water collected from unknown places in order to obtain food and water. The knives are fighting and fighting each other, just to survive.

Those ‘wholes’ who don’t need water will be eaten up by powerful ‘monsters’ who need to eat almost the moment they are born – their After all, the body is also made of spirit.

What is left is only a battle between the strong and the strong.

Everyone encountered here is an opponent.

Don’t care what they look like.

Unohana Eight-Thousand-Ryu She was also born here, so she knew the rules here better than anyone else.

However, the behavior of the child opposite was a little strange.

He stood opposite her from a distance and looked at her, seeming to hesitate for a while, and then finally Yuanyuan asked:

“…Excuse me, are you from Seireitei?”

Unohana Yazenryu just glanced at him casually.

Weak spiritual pressure.

Can such a poor little guy survive in a place like Zaraki?

I really don’t know if he is lucky. , still pitiful.

Unohana Yachiru’s inner sigh only lasted a moment.

In the long years, she had killed too many people, and she was actually quite numb to the concept of ‘life’.

Not to mention ‘mercy’’、‘sorrow’、‘Fear’ and other more emotional emotions.

Without much pause, she slowly left in the other direction.

She has no interest in weaklings.

However, he had obviously been let off, but when the little guy saw his appearance, he ran over excitedly and shouted from a distance:

“Are you leaving here?”

“Please take me with you!”

“I’ve been hungry for many days. I can’t even find water around here. Can I…”

The meaningless shouting of the weak ‘Zheng’ in front of him, to the ears of Maozhihua Baqianliu, was simply the same as hearing the harsh noise of a waking baby in the middle of the night.

Noisy.

Then, the Eight Thousand Currents of Maozhihua stopped.

She turned around, and under the astonished gaze of the young man, she slowly took out a delicate, finger-length knife from her sleeve. next moment.

A bright light shone in the young man’s eyes

“Clang.”

There was a fierce collision between metal and metal, and dazzling sparks flashed.

The young man still had the blank shock in his eyes, but he almost subconsciously pulled out the tattered scabbard from his waist.

The scabbard was beaten lightly. It shattered, revealing the poorly maintained sword inside.

A flash of surprise flashed in Unohana Yachiru’s eyes.

However, at this moment, the young man had already reacted, and subconsciously used Shunpo, and quickly slid back ten meters..

Be alert.

The whole body is tense.

Until this moment, Unohana Yachiruu looked at the young man in front of him with his eyes for the first time.

——He was about fourteen or fifteen years old at the time of his death. He was thin and fairly handsome. His long hair was tied up with grass roots. He was wearing a tattered brown Wu robe, and his right sleeve was rolled up and tied with a broken rope. Half of the lower skirt was roughly torn off for convenience, revealing a pair of skinny legs. There was nothing under the feet except for half a straw rope hanging between the toes.

He looks like a refugee, dressed to facilitate movement.

The shallow hammer on the waist was probably snatched from someone, right?

Unohana Yaqianliu narrowed her eyes slightly and her heart skipped a few beats.

Although still very weak.

But the moment he waved the sword with a blank expression, she felt as if she was looking in a mirror. Like her, this young man had already turned his sword skills into instinct.

‘Have you properly trained your sword skills to your bones?’

‘interesting’

‘It’s a good entertainment project. ‘

Unknowingly, Unohana Yachiru’s soft and beautiful face already had a smile of relief.

In a long life, there are still some small pleasures after all.

Newbies and new books, please collect them and get all kinds of them!