After a while, under the watch of Senju Makoto, Yamada Seinosuke left the courtyard with a slightly green face.
'Captain Unohana...I have been following you for hundreds of years...'
'Obviously I was the first to reach Division 4, why... did I choose Senju Makoto, a brat who had just graduated, as my disciple? '
Originally, Yamada Seinosuke wasn't so angry, but thinking about that bastard Senju Makoto's innocent-looking face and his words of comfort to him from time to time, Yamada Seinosuke became increasingly confused...
However, Yamada Seinosuke can at least confirm one thing. Senju Makoto is definitely not as gentle and harmless as he appears on the surface, but secretly he is a very sinister kid!
And looking at Yamada Seinosuke's seemingly embarrassed back, Senju Makoto did not forget to wave goodbye, with a gentle and reluctant look on his face.
Immediately, Senju Makoto tidied up the room and put on the team emblem and Death Domination uniform that Yamada Seinosuke had sent over.
Senju Makoto made himself a pot of tea, sat on the corridor and smelled the fragrance, looking up at the night sky in Soul Society, thinking about today's gains and losses.
Despite some twists and turns, he finally successfully joined the Fourth Division. As a member of the Fourth Division, he will have ample excuses to contact the injured and look for opportunities to plant "seeds of the forest".
Moreover, to a certain extent, it is also far away from the battle between the gods of death, and avoids unnecessary exposure of secrets during the battle.
The only unexpected situation was that he was accepted as a disciple by Maozhihua Lie.
In this way, as a disciple of Unohana Retsu, he undoubtedly violated the low-key policy established in the past, and to a certain extent attracted the attention of the senior leaders of Seireitei. Even Aizen Sosuke, who had always been extremely fearful, would No response is guaranteed.
However, in that situation, Senju Makoto had no position to reject Uno Hana Retsu based on his character.
'But that's okay. With the protection of Teacher Uozhihua, it might be safer, and we can further learn more profound ways of healing and medical skills...'
Senju Cheng murmured silently, a different color flashed in his usually gentle and innocent eyes.
One thing is that Senju Makoto did not deceive Unohana Retsu, that is, Senju Makoto did have a great interest in Huidao and medical skills.
Unlike the physical body in this world, the body formed by the soul after arriving in Soul Society is extremely strange to Senju Makoto.
Obviously the most basic element of souls in Soul Society is spirit, but such a body is truly flesh and blood, and there are even special features such as "knot", "soul sleep", "soul entanglement", etc. Similar to vein nodes.
As for the essence of Hui Dao, it is a soul body and spirit filling technology.
The medical skills in Soul Society are not the Western medicine that Senju Makoto remembers, but are more similar to the concept of traditional Chinese medicine, which uses various herbs to prepare medicines or stimulate the soul and body vein nodes to treat various diseases.
It has to be said that compared to the brutal battle between the gods of death, in Senju Makoto's opinion, returning to the path and medical skills are real arts, a new and interesting art.
After thinking about it, Senju Makoto placed the Zanpakutō Senra Wanxiang tied around his waist between his cross-legged legs, and slowly closed his eyes and entered the sword Zen state.
The next moment, as Senju Makoto's vision went dark, he suddenly appeared in an extremely bright world.
The blue sky is as clear as the lake, and the endless green grassland stretches as far as the eye can see. Only a small sapling and a towering tree not far from Qianju Cheng appear to have been just planted.
Senju Makoto looked around, as if looking for something, and then shouted. "Stop hiding, come out."
As soon as Senju Makoto finished speaking, the green grass at Senju Makoto's feet grew like a vine, wrapping around his thighs and around his back, and finally stopped at Senju Makoto's shoulders.
The next moment, greenery flashed, and a small dot spit out from the top of the green grass and landed in front of Senju Makoto's eyes.
With a small and exquisite body, wings like butterflies, soft and white skin that can be easily broken by a few strands of green leaves, her big round eyes are staring at Senju Makoto, with a bright and innocent smile on her face, just like the legend. The elf in it is just like that.
"Tsk~"
However, every time Senju Makoto saw this palm-sized Zanpakutō Soul, he couldn't help but turn his head away and make an unexplained sound.
"Woooooo~ Master, what do you mean?"
Senluo Wanxiang put his little arms on his waist, and when his wings moved, he flashed directly in front of Qianju Cheng's eyes, and asked with a pouted mouth.
"Alas~"
However, Senluo Wanxiang responded with a long sigh from Senju Makoto.
Once upon a time, Senju Makoto had always dreamed of possessing Zanpakutō souls similar to "Sode Shirayuki", "Benihime", and "Hanaten Kuangko".
In this way, I hold the Zanpakutō during the day, and the Zanpakutō holds my own at night. Relying on each other like this is a kind of warmth, so that I can feel the reliable warmth in this cold Soul Society.
However, it is obvious that the Zanpakutō is modeled after the soul of the God of Death, and the shape of the sword soul is closely related to the reflection of the God of Death's own thoughts.
For example, the Zanpakutō souls of wretched uncles like Urahara Kisuke and Kyōraku Shunsui "Benihime" and "Hanaten Kuangko" are both absolute beauties, while Kuchiki Rukia's Zanpakutō "Sode Shirayuki" is It has something to do with her desire to be similar to her brother's cold and majestic character in the future.
How come here, with his own nature, the sword soul has become a palm-sized thing?
Could it be that this is a reflection of Thumbelina, who was with him for half his life in his previous life?
Thinking of this, Senju Makoto glanced at his right hand subconsciously.
"Woooooooo~"
Seeing Senju Makoto's reaction, Sen Luo Wanxiang thought of something inexplicably, and his petite body rushed directly towards Senju Makoto's forehead.
"Despicable and shameless master, don't think of anything disrespectful!!!"
"boom!!"
There was an explosion, and a circle of air waves exploded on Senju Makoto's forehead. Senju Makoto suddenly shot backwards, rolling on the grass for more than ten times before stopping.
Immediately, a sharp pain spread from Senju Makoto's forehead to his nerves.
"Ah! It hurts, it hurts...bastard Senluo Wanxiang, how can any qualified sword soul sneak attack without even saying hello?!"
"Obviously it was the master who was rude first, this is the necessary punishment!!" Sen Luo Wanxiang said with a rosy face standing on Senju Cheng's forehead.
"What rude thing did I do? It was obviously you who knocked me down for no reason and made me roll around the grass ten times..."
As he spoke, Senju Makoto's eyes became slightly glazed over, and he looked from bottom to top at the myriad things standing on his forehead, surrounded by greenery.
