Bleach: Stir Up the Situation

In the palace, Hasward was receiving a report from the holy soldiers. At this time, all members of the Guards had taken the initiative to attack the enemy in four directions.

It is now close to dusk and will soon fall into the night, which also means that Yhwach is about to enter a deep sleep. At this time, the Guards should be the safest to protect His Majesty, but taking the initiative to attack is His Majesty's order, and Hasward is not easy to do. out changes.

He turned his back and looked at the no longer bright sky, and ordered to the reporting saint soldier: "I can't leave the real world city now. You must always maintain control over the whereabouts of the enemy and the personal guards, and do not let the enemy get close to here. "

"yes!"

The holy soldier bowed and was about to pass on Hasward's order, but a beam of flame suddenly pierced his head and turned him into ashes.

"I wonder if the enemies you mentioned include me?"

"Buzbee? What are you doing?" Although he asked, there was no doubt on Hasward's face.

Yes, the person who made the sudden attack was Buzby. As he wished, he soon met the target of his trip—Hasward.

"Before asking me what I'm doing, you should first ask me why I'm still alive, right? Right!"

Buzby's rage finally found a target. He stretched out the index finger of his right hand and stabbed Hasward without hesitation, "Fire Finger, 1."

He stepped forward and grabbed the collar of the opponent's cloak. Just when his fingers were red and about to emit a pillar of fire, Hasward decisively took off his cloak and at the same time turned over and walked behind Buzby.

Buzby turned around in a hurry, but his sight was blocked by the cloak floating in the air. Before he could react, a hard object hit him on the forehead through the cloak. It was Hasward's. hilt.

While Hasward drew his sword in mid-air, he hit Buzby on the forehead with the hilt of the sword through his cloak. The latter staggered and was about to fall, but just before he could completely pull out the sword, At this moment, Buzby forcibly stabilized his body and grabbed the hilt of his sword with his left hand.

The cloak blocking the two people was cut open by a red finger, and then a pillar of fire shot out and flew past Hasward's cheek.

Hasward kicked away Buzby's hand that was holding the hilt of his sword, and stepped back to distance himself from the opponent. However, Buzby didn't seem to have any intention of pursuing the victory, and the two confronted each other.

"It turns out that the injury was not caused by His Majesty's sanctification." Buzby looked at the wound at the corner of Hasward's eye that was cracked by the flames. He originally thought that the other party had also been sanctified, but it seemed that was not the case.

"You're the undrafted one."

"You are the only ones chosen. All the people below have been sanctified. Those who were enveloped by the light pillar died on the spot, and those who barely escaped were also deprived of the power of the Holy Body."

"Yes, I sympathize." Hasward replied calmly. Even if he didn't go through Buzby, he knew the fate of the sanctified person.

This verbal sympathy further angered Buzby. His voice rose slightly and he asked, "Sympathy? Are you kidding! You should have known these things a long time ago. Did I say something wrong?"

"So what if I ask, will you believe me if I say I don't know?" Hasward asked.

Buzby frowned, but actually suppressed his anger, "I will believe it because you and I are friends, right, Hugo?!"

"Buzby..." There was finally a wave of emotion in Hasward's tone, and he seemed unable to deny what the other party said.

"Call me Buzz, like before!"

Hasward's title itself expresses an attitude. Buzby knows very well that the other party may still recognize him as a friend, but the status of a friend in Hasward's heart is far inferior to that of the Majesty he serves - It’s Yhwach!

"Fire Fingers, 2!"

He swiped his index finger and middle finger, leaving two flames in the air. However, these two flames went out automatically without seeing any movement from Hasward.

"It seems that we can no longer communicate through words." Hasward sighed.

Buzby pointed to the small window behind him. The sky had completely darkened. "Look outside, night is coming. When His Majesty falls asleep at night, you will exchange power with Your Majesty. I will give His Majesty's power to you." Kill this traitor together!"

With that said, Buzby once again drew flames in the air and pushed towards Hasward, but the flames either went out when they touched Hasward, or were dodged by the opponent.

Compared to a blazing fire, Hasward was like a pool of stagnant water without any ripples or any will to fight.

After another finger of fire was dodged by Hasward, Buzby decisively gathered the spirit seeds, formed a crossbow on his left arm, and shot a sacred arrow towards the opponent. This also made him unable to help but Reminds me of the first time I met him.

All in all, that was more than a thousand years ago. He was still a child at that time, but as the child of a Quincy Lord, he had received excellent guidance since he was a child, and he had a good reputation. Talent, so even though he is young, he already has the faint demeanor of a true Quincy.

That day he was hunting in the woods under his father's territory and found a thin boy with no energy. He was also a Quincy, but the boy couldn't even make a spirit-condensing bow. He only used a small wooden bow and wooden arrows. , so weak that it couldn't even hit a rabbit not far away.

That boy was Hugo Lanthward, and of course, after Buzby quickly got to know him, Buzby called him Hugo, and he called Buzby Buzz.

Two boys with extremely different status and power quickly became friends, at least Buzby thought so, but now think about it, why did the two become friends?

Obviously one has fire-like enthusiasm and spirit~www.NovelMTL.com~The other is as quiet and weak as water. One person will definitely become an excellent Quincy, while the other person cannot even do the most basic things of a Quincy. They have been unable to do it for a long time. It can be said that Buzby and Husward are definitely two opposite types of people.

But maybe this is fate, or maybe it's because Hasward didn't show any signs of flattery or jealousy when facing Buzby despite not having a good background or outstanding talent. eliminates the distance between the two.

In short, the two became good friends, and Buzby, who had a fiery personality, promised to teach Hugo, and then the two of them would become the strongest Quincy together.

If this is the case, the relationship between the two may only remain at the stage of good friends, or as time goes by, Hasward may become a follower of Buzby.

But an unexpected incident made the two truly become close friends and an important part of their lives, relying on each other.

Buzby clearly remembered that half a year after meeting Hugo, his father was killed and the territory was burned to the ground.

Therefore, Hugo is the only relative in his life.