Hokage's Unlimited Copy

Miyamoto walked slowly, with a relaxed expression as if he was taking a walk.

Tōshirō turned his head to look at his old friend, but he couldn't get angry, and his expression was only helpless.

"Here, give Yamamoto some face." He whispered to Miyamoto.

Miyamoto took a look at Tōshirō, he's giving me a lot of face, otherwise old man Yamamoto would come to visit him.

He raised his head and looked at this heavily hierarchical place. If it was the world before he traveled, it must have revolutionized.

A few minutes later.

Yamamoto's reception room.

Two cups of fragrant tea are lingering, and the fragrance of tea is refreshing.

Miyamoto picked it up, breathed lightly, nodded with a smile, took a sip, and was instantly filled with the fragrance of tea.

The old man on the opposite side also picked up his teacup, drinking tea like a day for thousands of years, today he just filled a teacup when a guest came.

One smiles, the other is indifferent, sitting opposite each other, staring at each other amidst the scent of tea, neither of them initiates a conversation, just like the tranquility and warmth between old friends.

After taking a few sips, Miyamoto put down the teacup, the smile on his face remained unchanged, his temperament became much more stable during the trip to the three worlds, and nothing could break his peace of mind.

Yamamoto put down his teacup and took the initiative to get to the point.

"I'm curious, you're not active in fighting evil." Yamamoto's old, deep voice stared at the guest, and the overtone was that Miyamoto was not qualified to be a part of the Soul Society.

"What's the use of fighting and killing?" Miyamoto lazily looked at the old man Yamamoto to express his attitude.

Yamamoto was silent, he had no choice but to face such a person, especially a person with unfathomable strength, the wives of the other party beat Aizen away.

I have seen too many times in the millennium, but I have never seen Shinigami who is as strong as Miyamoto, but lives a peaceful life.

He didn't suspect anything, he also knew something about the origins of the Miyamoto family, maybe not the aborigines of the Soul Society, but they were also part of this world.

It's a pity that the old man doesn't know that the word time travel can travel across time and space.

"What do you think about Aizen?" Yamamoto asked again, he wanted to know Miyamoto's attitude towards Aizen, because he couldn't kill Aizen by himself, and Ichigo lost his power now.

"The existence of Aizen is actually a good thing." Miyamoto looked at the old man Yamamoto meaningfully. The active response and high efficiency of these tunes and souls were unimaginable in the past.

Yamamoto nodded, he understood what Miyamoto meant, Aizen was like a carnivorous fish, frightening a group of grass carp to work hard for survival.

His face is slightly emotional, he actually does not want this, the existence of Aizen is too dangerous, neither he nor Ichigo who has grown to his level can kill Aizen, if it is not for the person opposite and his wife, the last few days may be the beginning of the end .

The two chatted and drank tea like old friends. They both understood each other's attitude and intentions. If they didn't force anything, they could be good friends and neighbors.

Suddenly Yamamoto was stunned, and the other party made a strange request.

The beard shook a bit, but Yamamoto still stretched out his hand seriously. He calmly looked at the young man on the opposite side.

Miyamoto smiled, reached out to shake hands with old man Yamamoto.

copy.

Miyamoto instantly understood everything about Yamamoto. The old man Yamamoto is a very pure Shinigami. He does not strengthen himself through various means like others. Thousands of years of precipitation and incomparably rich experience have created his strength.

But this also made him stop involuntarily. Aizen and Ichigo were the rookies who caught up later.

…… Ask for flowers………

One of Miyamoto’s goals in meeting Yamamoto this time has been achieved. The old man’s thousands of years of experience is a fortune. This is not comparable to Aizen, Ichigo and others, perhaps only the guy who has not yet come out can compare.

Yamamoto didn't know what Miyamoto was doing, but seeing each other's appearance, he felt that it might be a mutual recognition of etiquette.

He thought the meeting was almost over.

But Miyamoto looked at him with a smile again, and said something softly.

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Yamamoto's complexion changed immediately, and Reiatsu in his body almost went into a riot.

He looked at Miyamoto with cold eyes, and there was a storm in his heart. If Aizen is a great enemy, then the existence that Miyamoto mentioned just now is a deadly enemy.

In an instant, the great war that swept the world thousands of years ago appeared before his eyes again. It was a story that he reached the peak but he didn't want to recall.

Tōshirō didn't leave, but drank tea and waited in another room. He looked up and down and looked around. After some time, he stood up with a curious face on his face. The old man Yamamoto and Miyamoto had been talking for so long.

At this moment, footsteps came, he went out, and saw the old man Yamamoto and old friend Miyamoto walking together, the two seemed to have a better relationship than him.

After a while.

Tōshirō and Miyamoto return to the academy.

Tōshirō turned his head and looked at Miyamoto curiously, but Miyamoto looked like an old god, he knew that the other party would not bother to answer if asked.

Gritting his teeth, Tōshirō decided to follow Miyamoto to his house.

Cengfan.

Miyamoto looked helplessly at the thick-skinned guy, and suddenly wondered if his family had spoiled the boy he remembered. .