Shinigami I Am Uchiha Madara

Matsumoto Ranmoto put his hands together, looked up at the blue sky, and prayed devoutly.

Five years have passed, and she has also transformed from a petite and weak kid into a slim girl. Due to her puberty, her height was already comparable to that of Ichimaru Gin. The two stood side by side in front of the big tree, their delicate faces full of worry.

On the blue sky, white clouds float, like a towering tower, always guiding the lost traveler in the opposite direction.

The longing buried in my heart keeps walking on top of the clouds in the air, not only mixed with the sunshine, but also mixed with the tears that will eventually pass away.

Whose sadness is wrapped in the clouds that pass away with the wind, whose figure is hidden in the heart that falls with the rain?

That figure that once brought the feeling of "home", that figure that once made two down-and-out little ghosts find their way to rely on, that stalwart figure that stood upright.

Just like the harbor of happiness that the lost sailing boat yearns for, it will always be the warmest haven no matter where you are.

The wind never stops, time never stands still, and the clouds just decorate the blue sky.

There is nothing we can do about parting, the only thing we can do is look forward to the return of the lost.

Pray, wait...

Until the aimless clouds regroup with the breeze. Only in this way can we grasp the "fate" that has been blown away unconsciously

Ichimaru Gin rarely opened his eyes, instead of squinting in the past. There was an inexplicable light in his pale blue eyes. Once upon a time, he was looking forward to the moment when he would meet Uchiha Madara at Gotei 13.

Unfortunately, expectations turned into extravagant hopes.

Only by praying for a miracle can the expected scene be reproduced.

However, if miracles really existed, then this cruel world would not have so much sorrow.

Miracles do not exist, and to believe in miracles is to admit despair.

"Mr. Madara, don't worry, I will kill that man with my own power. Whether it's for Rangiku, or for our original agreement."

Ichimaru Gin was determined, and squinted his eyes again, like a cunning fox that people couldn't see through. He patted Matsumoto Rangiku's shoulder comfortingly, and said softly: "Let's go, it's getting late, we're going back. If Mr. Madara sees Rangiku's sad look, he must be upset too."

"Well... let's go back."

Matsumoto Rangiku nodded stubbornly, stared at the sky reluctantly, and finally turned around and followed Ichimaru Gin's footsteps to leave here.

Da da da...

The two were so preoccupied that even their steps became heavy. The short journey that could be completed in a short time has become extremely long.

Every step I take seems to have crossed a long era, and every footprint left on the ground is accompanied by emotions of reluctance, as if I am doing my last prayer.

rustle...

Gradually, the two of them got into the woods, causing a commotion. But just when they were about to step out of the edge of the woods, before the feet raised in the air stepped down, another voice suddenly sounded.

Thorn!

The ear-piercing sound suddenly sounded, spreading to every corner of the woods.

"This voice..."

Ichimaru Gin and Matsumoto Rangiku stopped at the same time, looked at each other in astonishment, then suddenly turned around at the same time, breathing heavily and ran towards the rear.

His eyes were red, and there was a strong look of anticipation in the depths of his pupils.

Constantly running, constantly chasing, crossing the dense jungle, just to hold on to that glimmer of hope.

The running figure brought back many years with his thoughts.

At that time, Ichimaru Gin and Matsumoto Rangiku, who were picking up wood in this wilderness, ran behind the woods in a hurry precisely because they heard the sound of the sky tearing apart in the distance.

That action seemed to be the result of destiny, and it also made the three people who had no intersection at first establish a bond.

At this moment, Ichimaru Gin and Matsumoto Rangiku had a strong premonition in their hearts. As long as they return to their original place, they will be able to see the figure of that concern.

Sure enough, just after Ichimaru Gin and Matsumoto Rangiku ran out of the woods, a huge crack opened in the blue sky.

prick...

The sky rips and a black cavity emerges. Immediately afterwards, a stalwart figure stepped out of it.

Uchiha Madara!

"It's...really Mr. Madara!"

At this moment, Matsumoto Rangiku and Ichimaru Gin stood in place at the same time, unable to believe their eyes. At one point they even thought they were hallucinating.

Matsumoto Rangiku stared at Madara's figure for a long time, emotional waves surged from his heart, tears welled up in his eyes, bitter tears slid down his nose, flowed continuously along his cheeks, and finally dripped on the white plain skirt.

The tears of longing were uncontrollable like a torrent breaking a bank. Matsumoto Rangiku wept pitifully in a low voice. She stretched out her arms, trying to touch Madara's figure from the air.

In the end, the thoughts accumulated for five years turned into a cry that resounded in every corner.

"Mr. Ben..."

Although this cry was not loud, it contained all of Matsumoto Rangiku's longing for Uchiha Madara, and even touched Ichimaru Gin's heart inadvertently.

The shouts continued to pass, across the air, and finally reached Uchiha Madara's ears.

Uchiha Madara stepped out of the black cavity and floated in the air. When he saw the two figures running towards him in a hurry, a kind smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Little devils... it turned out to be you!"

Uchiha Madara looked at the lovely Matsumoto Rangiku, Shi Shunpo came to her in an instant.

In close proximity, Matsumoto Rangiku broke down in tears. She ran forward desperately. Finally came to Madara's side, those immature hands hugged Madara's tall figure tightly "tears fell down my cheeks.

Uchiha Madara stopped, touched Rangiku's head with his palm, and smiled: "Rangiku, don't be sad, I'm back!"

Matsumoto Rangiku buried his head in tears and hugged Madara's body tightly, unwilling to let go for a moment. She was afraid that if she let go again, it would all be a dream.

Sometimes, if you want to leave no regrets, you have to seize the opportunity tightly!.