Chapter 142

Togakushi quickly took over the conversation.

"What do you want to say?"

Kumoi Takaya became curious.

"It doesn't take much effort anyway, just give it a try - whether it's spiritual tools or property, the cultivation of the God of Death is impossible without money."

".how about you?"

"My brother is very kind to Haruto-senpai."

"...Okay, I'll go to dad and ask for soul gold. Let's try it out sometime!"

As a superior noble, the Kasumioji family does not have captain-level strong men, but in Kumoi Takashi's view, that "uncle" has long been out of date, and even his father has no power to command such a family pillar.

If you just pursue ordinary becoming stronger, forget it.

But Takashi Kumoi, who wants to become a captain... and is most in need of money, feels that Togakushi's proposal is worth a try.

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That night.

The dormitory building of Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy.

Tomorrow this place will no longer belong to Haruto and the others.

But tonight is just the right time to have a party: the surrounding rooms are already quiet as hell, so even if you open the window and sing loudly, you don’t have to worry about disturbing others.

The fifth years, along with their juniors, all live in dormitories further away.

Coupled with the fact that it happened to be a holiday, and the teachers were temporarily taken away to perform tasks - they would not have a holiday this year - there were not many people in the huge Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy except the five of them. film.

"Captain Unohana walked so fast. I couldn't see your shadows when I turned around."

Haruto couldn't get drunk.

However, today's drink was kindly provided by Byakuya: this product was specially brought out from the depths of the cellar at home and packed in several bottles in bound boxes.

Everyone Haru can imagine how heartbroken Kuchiki Ginrei felt after finding out.

"Don't say it."

"Captain Unohana's Shunpo is completely different from when he was led by Haruto. It's like he was lying in his mother's arms when he was a child."

Qingyin was obviously drunk.

Rather than calling them wine, they are better said to be extremely high-density spiritual fluids - similar to Captain Hikifune's food. Drinking them can directly increase spiritual pressure... The feeling of being drunk is more like being drunk. The kind of "drunk spirit child" of oxygen.

"Yeah."

Nanao also echoed beside him.

There is no rule in Soul Society that minors are not allowed to drink. After all, the range of adulthood is very difficult to define for a Shinigami whose lifespan can easily be hundreds of years.

Nanao was afraid that she couldn't even hear her words clearly at this moment.

"That's right for you!"

Ayaka looks like a drinker.

Even though she was already 70% drunk, she could still observe Haruto's demeanor in time, and used her height advantage to hit Nanao's head with chopsticks - Ayaka had to admit that the captain of the eighth division was indeed quite charming; even if he was not an uncle It's easy for little girls to get lost in control... Ayaka is afraid that Haruto will be jealous.

After all, the two major characteristics of young people are anger and jealousy.

but.

Caihua was flirting with a blind man.

At this moment, Haruto was being drunk by Yongyin, and he had no chance to think about what he just said——

Yongyin’s wine is really quite bad.

"Huha."

By the way.

Byakuya, who had the strongest spiritual pressure on paper among the people, knocked his first drink on the table when he tried to drink it. If Haruto next to him had not been quick with his eyesight and quick hands, the good wine he brought would have been wasted. Cylinder.

Byakuya was currently drinking and snoring into a deep sleep.

Seeing this scene...

"Really."

"When you have a new love, you forget about the old love."

Ayaka muttered a few words under her breath, and then straightened Nanao, whose upper body was swaying.

"Come! Little follower!"

Nanao heard some distant and familiar names.

"Let's keep drinking!"

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Volume 1: 087, Four Seats of Clear People

"Ah~"

Haruto yawned, stood up and got out of the quilt.

"..."

Place your right hand on the ground.

He rubbed his eyebrows with his left hand.

Two different kinds of softness made his movements stagnant, and he suddenly woke up.

What comes from the right hand is a soft and delicate temperature that is different from the pillow; what flows from the palm of the left hand towards the tip of the nose is the strong and fresh rose fragrance.

"..."

Haruto moved his eyes.

This was his bedroom, yes, but on the usually very spacious bedding, there lay a figure that was white and smooth along the center line of the buttons.

"Snapped!"

Haruto patted his cheek hard.

He tried to remember what happened last night.

"Yes."

The first thing that came to mind was Ayaka's shameless expression when she closed the door, and her fisted thumbs.

Then came Yongine, who became more and more energetic as he drank, but had no idea who he was for a long time: As soon as Haruto moved this guy into the bedroom, Yongine launched a face-to-face attack on him——

The kiss with the strong smell of alcohol was as strong as a vacuum cleaner.

no way.

Haruto is not a gentleman, so naturally he was on the spot——

--slightly.

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Haruto drank and drank, both young and old.

I can’t remember the process at all.

Anyway, as long as you look down at the messy environment around you, you will know how tiring the forging was last night.

"It has to be tidied up."

"It's not that I'm hiding anything. If Yongyin wakes up like this, she won't be able to see anyone for the whole day."

Haruto glanced at the bedroom with the windows closed.

"clang."

He carefully walked to the wall and picked up the Zanpakutō that he had been observing all night.

"Play it, Qingquan."

"?"

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Haruto seemed to feel the doubt of being sealed by the scabbard.

As the thin stream of water flowed from the tip of the knife, Haruto quickly cleaned up the scene.

Then.

"Sniff..."

Haruto smelled his body in the mirror.

"Yongyin's mouth is quite cruel."

It is summer in June, which happens to be the season when strawberries are ripe:

This refers to the spectacular sight of Haruto’s neck almost turning into a picking garden.

In addition, the summer breeze mixes the slightly different fragrance of grass inside and outside the room, as well as the perfume that Yongyin does not usually wear... Anyone who sees Haruto will notice the clues.

It has to be said that spiritual pressure does not seem to have any strengthening effect on this aspect of defense.

"..."

Haruto put the clear spring back into its sheath.

"I have to take a shower."

His Zanpakutō only appears as a flowing water system, and cannot really produce enough water for bathing——

At least not now.

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"Wow."

Haruto quietly opened the bedroom door.

From his position, Byakuya was the only one still sleeping soundly in the living room——

"..."

"This guy got into trouble."

Haruto thought about the drink he drank last night.

"Alcohol is there, but the principle of this drink... I am afraid that this level is not just for seasoning."

Haruto, who had woken up a lot, could clearly feel the changes in his body: when he was promoted the day before yesterday, his spiritual pressure concentration was just above the standard line of fifth-level spiritual power, but now he could clearly feel that his spiritual pressure had increased again. .

Two days?

Maybe if you give Haruto a hundred times more time, you can achieve this level.

There is no doubt about it.

This improvement is definitely due to the effect of alcohol, and the effect is much stronger than Haruto originally expected——

The reason why Byakuya hasn't woken up yet is probably because he has already stood on the threshold of the fourth-level spiritual power and has no extra "capacity" to consume the high-density spiritual energy in the wine, otherwise he would never be so drunk.

Not only that.

Drinks even exerted a strong healing effect: except for Yongin, everyone was still wearing bandages when they came to Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy in the morning. In the process of getting high, they no longer needed these expensive drinks produced by the Kotetsu family. Medication.

Haruto was very suspicious whether the old man Ginling had hidden all these good things, otherwise Byakuya could have a pot on the spot after he defeated Ichigo in the future.

"..."

Haruto glanced at Byakuya, turned around and walked towards the bathroom - in his current state, it would be bad if he stayed any longer and was seen by others; although it was just dawn outside, these people all had morning exercises. Habit.

You might bump into it...

"Click."

As soon as Haruto closed the door, without remembering to lock it, he saw a familiar little head slipping through the crack of the door.

"Good morning, A-Qing."