People in Soul Society start with love and bondage

From that day on, the students of Yuanzi School suddenly discovered that there was a half-year-old boy in their private school who was often shackled and looked as weak as if he was about to die again at any time.

Their judgment was quite good.

Makoto Fujimiya really felt like he was dying.

Specifically speaking, he was like a liver emperor who just went to the hospital to donate a liter of blood, completed twenty sets of Saitama-style special training on the spot, and then didn’t sleep for three days and three nights, staring at the screen and constantly working on materials. Old player.

Not only can’t I sleep, I even have to continue fitness, long-distance running, and devilish training in this physical condition.

Almost every minute and every second, Fujimiya Makoto felt the importance of will from the bottom of his heart, and deeply thought about whether it would be better for him to die in place from exhaustion.

“Snapped——”

“ah!”

A soft fist hit the huge stone wall like a city wall with all its strength, but only left a light sound.

On the contrary, the screams that followed were louder.

Fujimiya Makoto’s palm seemed to be hit hard. On a pillar of materialized fire���In this way, the moment it came into contact with the murderous stone, it was immediately burned back.

The strong tearing feeling made him even doubt that if he had been in contact with the murderous stone for a little longer, his entire palm would really melt away as he felt.

As for the surface of the Murderous Aura Stone – not to mention it was shattered, not even a single crack was left.

If it was Fujimiya Makoto’s weak willpower alone, he might not even be able to survive the first day and would simply give up. but……

“ninety five!”

“Chengjun, there are still five punches left!”

“Stop now and I’m going to start counting again.”

Jiro Chojiro stood behind him, holding a slender bamboo stick in his hand. He always kept a straight face and supervised coldly.

If you look carefully, you can still find the surface of the slender bamboo stick. , is entwined with thin golden currents, occasionally making crackling sounds.

If he slacks off even a little bit, the electrified bamboo stick in his hand will be chopped down mercilessly.

Stop once, Give it a try.

The teaching attitude is extremely rigorous.

“Uh-huh……”

Under such intense supervision, Fujimiya Makoto didn’t even have the strength to argue, and there was only a meaningless wail left in his mouth. He almost relied on instinct to forcefully support his body, and continued to work hard to mobilize the remaining spiritual pressure in his body. Hitting the murderous stone one after another.

Until the end, when the sound of”finished” came out of the mouth of Takuchojiro, which sounded like the sound of nature, Fujimiya Makoto fell apart like tofu slapped on the chopping board.

Looking at the sky, breathing heavily.

Seeing that he had finally completed today’s training alive, the bird behind him secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He stepped forward and helped Fujimiya Makoto untie the murderous stone shackles on his hands and feet.

For a moment, Fujimiya Makoto felt as if he had returned to heaven from hell.

The spirits that were constantly being separated like being roasted by fire finally became stable again.

But what followed was a strong feeling of exhaustion covering his whole body.

He lay on the ground and tried to turn over, lying down instead.

Blue sky, white clouds.

The big sun, the small bird.

His brain was extremely exhausted, and he only had this little rhetorical ability left.

Lying down, feeling dizzy from exhaustion, Fujimiya Makoto suddenly began to wonder if that bad old man Yamamoto was deliberately messing with him.

“Sparrow-kun.

He asked:”Have you ever conducted such training before?””

“Yes.”

Takuchojiro was as cold as ever:”It’s just that when I was doing this training, my basic reiatsu had been raised enough to start swastika training.”

“As for you…”

Quebu paused mid-sentence,”I think Master Yuanliuzhai also has his reasons.”

“After all, there is a difference between talented people like you, Cheng-kun, and mediocre people like us who are useless.”

Fujimiya Makoto was a little surprised:”Is Kabu-kun considered a mediocre person?”

“I heard it from people in the school.”

“It only took you one month to complete your own swastika, right? He is obviously a famous genius.”

Qiaobu shook his head calmly:”Whether it’s one month, two months, or one year, it’s just ‘completed the swastika'”

“In the long life of Death, this little time…”

“no sense”

“If I had a choice, I would rather spend decades polishing the swastika in order to eventually reach the heights of Genryusai-sama.”

“Unfortunately…”

His expression seemed to be sighing.

Fujimiya Cheng was a little surprised:”Shan Lao…Hey, isn’t it possible to reach Master Genryusai’s height through practice?”

“have no idea.”

Qiaobu said and shook his head.

He sat next to him and stretched out his fingers.

A ball of scattered spiritual particles was reflected on his fingertips, and the spiritual light floating in them could be vaguely seen.

“If we say that most of the souls in the body of the God of Death are like this soul ball,…Expanded and disorganized”

“Then, the spirit sons in the teachers’ bodies are different.”

As he spoke, the large group of spirit particles on Quebu’s fingertips suddenly shrank inward, forming a point only as big as a fingernail. The arrangement was extremely tight, with almost no gaps between the spirit particles, and the light group shone fiercely.

He He continued:”Dense, strict, and extremely powerful.”

“Just like water vapor will condense into a liquid or even a solid under the huge atmospheric pressure”

“If those teachers are willing, they can even expand the dagger in their hands to the height of a building – this is the result of letting the spirit son wander.”

“And this difference in density of spiritual pressure is the level of spiritual power. He waved his hand and dispersed the spirit in his hand:”If you want to reach the level of a half-hearted person like me, you only need about third-level spiritual power.””

“But if you are a teacher, you need at least a second-class spiritual power.”

“However, Lord Genryuzhai……”

There was a hint of admiration and admiration in Takuchojiro’s voice subconsciously:”The reason why he is a first-class person is because the spirit can only be compressed to a first-class level.”

“This is the difference in the upper limit”

“As far as I know, excluding monsters with extremely talented”

“The degree of integration of will and self is the fundamental factor that determines the upper limit of spiritual power.”

“At the same time, only by throwing away all the talents and gifts that you already have and are proud of, and starting from nothing, can you truly have something.”

Qiaobu patted his shoulder, used a little more strength, and said earnestly:”I’m afraid, this is the real reason why Master Yuanliuzhai will let you carry out this training from now on.”

“Mr. Genryuzai must be very optimistic about you.”

“Sincerity.”

Hearing what he said, Fujimiya Cheng couldn’t help but be startled.

“will.”

He repeated this word in his mind.

It always felt a bit ridiculous.

Although he had gone through a lot of hard work in [Zaraki], but with his willpower that had difficulty even getting up from work in his previous life, he still wanted to fight the world to the death. Are the Shinigami who stand out in the fight competing?

Makoto Fujimiya thinks it is unrealistic.

Isn’t it a cheat that is not cool enough?

However, Takube didn’t say anything more.

After supervising him for today’s training, he just mind his own business. Left.

Fujimiya Makoto lay on the ground for a while. After almost resting, he also wanted to leave.

However, looking at the huge murderous stone standing in front of him, he suddenly stopped.

I don’t know because he thought that he was [More At that time, he was always limited by the cheating words, but he still thought of the scene where Old Man Shan inspired his murderous intention and subconsciously swung his sword.

Fujimiya Makoto thought of what Takube said just now.

He could only throw away what he already had and was proud of. All your abilities and gifts, what you show from nothing, are what you really have.

He stood still for a while.

Finally, he picked up the murderous stone handcuffs on the ground again, grinning bitterly, Wear it on your hands and feet

“…Really cheap”

“Practice for a while longer, then go back if you can’t hold it any longer”……

【Bond Incident·Under the Killing Stone】

【The level of your bond with Takuchojiro has increased.↑】

【Reward: Lingwei Level +1】

【Obtain the bond trait: Wall of Sighs】

【Lingwei: Sixth level·lower → Sixth level·middle】

【Bond trait: Wall of Sighs: Your will will always remain at the moment when you are stronger, until death] 2

【Note: The person who creates the strongest you is always the person who persists until the next time]

2……

Thanks to the book friend ‘Kong Mu Yanzi’ for the blade.

Thanks to the book friend ‘Tax Evasion Priest – Bald’ for the blade.

It’s too late to get off work today, there’s only one update. terribly sorry!

I made up the part about Lingwei’s setting, just to give the protagonist a reason to start changing, so you don’t have to worry too much.