Tracing the source begins with One Piece

Urahara grocery store.

Kurosaki Ichigo has learned from Ishida Uryu and Urahara Kisuke the complete story of last night since he was seriously injured and went into shock.

Whether it's Soul Society and Captain Death, or Moria's overwhelming power.

None of them could make him shift his "focus".

He frowned, depressed and confused.

"Rukia, why did you take the initiative to go back? Wasn't the enemy defeated?"

Urahara Kisuke pressed down the brim of his hat, making his expression unclear and his tone unusually calm.

"For protection", another name - sacrifice.

Kurosaki Ichigo, "What to Protect".

Urahara Kisuke, "Of course, companion - you, Ishida-san...".

This brief conversation made Ichigo Kurosaki's folded palms clenched into fists.

He stared at the store manager closely, and he had another question, and he wanted an accurate answer.

"Rukia, what will happen?"

Urahara Kisuke raised his slightly drooped head, and the shadow of the brim of his hat covered his eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

He looked at Ichigo Kurosaki and did not avoid answering, but solemnly told the heavy truth.

"Transmitting the power of death to humans without permission"

"Resisting Pursuing Officers"

"Two captains (including vice-captains) were seriously injured"

"These are undoubtedly grave sins"

"You may be sentenced to..."

Kurosaki Ichigo interrupted the store manager. He knew what the other person's unfinished words were likely to be, but he retorted unacceptably.

"Rukia passed on the power of death to me. The situation was unavoidable. Also, the captain was seriously injured and dying. He obviously had nothing to do with Lucia..."

Urahara Kisuke directly raised his hand, and his big hand almost touched Kurosaki Ichigo's face, and he said expressionlessly.

"This is just your 'one-sided statement'"

"Direct, indirect, and even whether there is a relationship are unnecessary discussions."

"This is not you, I can have the final say."

A pale and heavy iron law.

Kurosaki Ichigo raised his head, closed his eyes, and breathed deeply.

He was breathing heavily, making it clear that he seemed to be making a decision that needed to be particularly exciting.

"I want to go to Soul Society and save Rukia!"

"Even if the entire Soul Society is the enemy?" Urahara Kisuke.

Kurosaki Ichigo opened his eyes, the turbid dejection he had seen when he first woke up was no longer there, but a look of fortitude and determination.

"It doesn't matter who I am as an enemy, I just want to bring Lucia back."

Looking at the junior high school student in front of him, Urahara Kisuke's eyes were still bottomless, but the corners of his mouth suddenly opened slightly, seeming very satisfied.

He had a solemn expression on his face, but suddenly he took out a paper fan from somewhere, half-hiding his face, and said with a sly smile.

"Ah, is this the power of love that can make an energetic young man forget about life and death? It's so touching. Please let me cry first."

A solemn scene where defenses are broken instantly.

Looking at the funny clog hat man in front of me.

Kurosaki Ichigo couldn't help but have a # sign on his forehead. He clenched his fists and was on the verge of breaking his defense.

The cute loli on the side? Wu Yu said with a serious face.

"Big brother, do you know? You called the name 'Rukia' 1024 times in your dream."

Kurosaki Ichigo was immediately confused, "How... how is it possible? And you can count so clearly."

Ko Shota and Jinta Hanagari crossed their arms and nodded, "I can testify to this."

Urahara Kisuke received a god-level assist, nodding his head to add fuel to the fire.

"There is no love without reason, it is just the smell of rancid hormones"

Kurosaki Ichigo directly lifted up the quilt and rushed over.

"You guys are enough!!!"

?The second half of Wuyu's unfinished sentence was - he called his family members' names 3086 times.

……

dusk.

The melodious school bell echoed in the campus.

The first high school in Karakura Town.

Class 3, first grade.

The head teacher, Yue Zhimeiyu, is as energetic as ever.

Of course, today's teachers and students are full of energy and looking forward to the end of today and the arrival of tomorrow.

Listening to the end of get out of class bell ringing.

After explaining the safety precautions during the holiday.

She waved the teaching materials and announced the arrival of the holiday.

"So, everyone, happy holidays"

"Also, remember to return to school on time next semester."

"There will be a 'surprise' then"

"Then, goodbye"

Amidst the surprised and doubtful sounds of many students, Yue Zhimeiyu hummed a ditty and left, leaving behind confused students.

However, wondering whether the so-called 'surprise' for the next semester was a shock, after consciously realizing that the wonderful vacation had still begun, they each began to pack their things, greeted each other, and went back to their homes to find their mothers.

And Kurosaki Ichigo was also packing his textbooks at this time.

He rushed back to school in the afternoon.

Of course, if today is not the last day before the holiday, I will probably ask for leave.

He had a bandage on his head and a serious look on his face. Anyone could tell that he was worried.

Asano Keigo, who considered himself Ichigo Kurosaki's closest friend, scooted closer to him, almost smacking his face into Ichigo Kurosaki's face, and just listened to his happy words.

"Hey, Ichigo, you're on vacation. Do you have any plans? Do you want to relax, like go to the SPA...hehehe~~~"

Hearing the lewd laughter before he finished speaking, Kurosaki Ichigo, who was already suffering from brain pain, punched the big face.

Kojima Mizuiro, who had already finished cleaning up, shook his head secretly, feeling that his bad friend was not smart enough. Didn't he notice Ichigo's ugly face?

Forget it, who calls him his good friend?

Just give it a try.

"Ah, Shuise, you stepped on me."

"Sorry, I didn't see it. Why is there such a big piece of garbage here?"

"That's too much. You actually call me trash, let's duel."

“Ara, how could you be trash?”

"Hmph, you should be afraid. Assuming that you are sensible, Lord Ben Qiwu won't care about it."

"Hey, this is the worst time the garbage has been hacked."

"Damn it~~~Look at my flying feet..."

Kurosaki Ichigo couldn't help but smile when he saw the two of them being as affectionate as ever.

And the other side.

Arizawa Ryuki frowned and looked at the noisy guys, feeling speechless and amused.

"Keigo this idiot"

There was a sudden sound, and Long Gui seemed to have expected it. He turned his head and punched his master Chizuru who was rushing towards Inoue Orihime next to him.

"Are you an idiot too?"

Our craftsman Qianhe was killed in battle.

On the side, Orihime Inoue looked at Chizuru, the master craftsman, who was lying on the ground with smoke coming out of her head. The corners of her mouth couldn't help but twitch, as if she was in pain.

She raised Chizuru, the master craftsman, whose eyes were spinning, and invited her.

"Long Gui, what do you think of the party I mentioned this morning? It's just the right time to say goodbye to the end of this semester."

Long Gui frowned. She had no objection to the party. On the contrary, she agreed with it. However, she had great doubts about the location and additional reasons for the party.

She habitually looked towards Kurosaki Ichigo. Several boys seemed to have finished saying something and had already walked over.

……