[Reaper] Evening Primrose

Practice the swastika on the second day.

It's progressing pretty well, though not leaps and bounds.

"130."

Tsukimi swung the sword, counting silently as the sword shattered in her and Ichigo's hands.

"coax--"

A loud noise at the entrance of the training ground attracted the attention of the three present.

"I'm still wondering why you're hiding here. Is she... the body of your Zanhundao?"

"Boom!!"

After the visitor finished saying this sentence, he jumped down from the entrance, bringing up a cloud of smoke and dust.

"Secretly doing the practice of swastika, it's quite interesting..."

"Count me in too!" The smoke cleared, revealing the strange (...) young man with red hair and eyebrows (tattoos?) who held the Zanhun Dao on his back.

"... Renji...!" Ichigo looked shocked.

"Why did you come here?", there is a big question mark on your face! " Renji lowered his hand, and said the question Ichigo wanted to ask, "What's the matter, it's really nothing. "

"Because there is not much time left, I just want to find a place where I can concentrate on exercising." Renji walked slowly to the open space beside him.

"Time... is running out?" Ichigo only felt his right eye twitching, obviously this is not a good sign. "What do you mean?"

"..." Renji was silent for a while, "I'll tell you about this. Rukia's execution time has changed again."

"...What?" Ichigo swallowed.

"The latest execution time is—"

"Tomorrow at noon."

Both Yoruichi and Ichigo opened their eyes wide, and Tsukimi was also extremely shocked.

Although I remember a rough idea...but I didn't expect the time to be so tight.

I thought three days would be enough, but now it seems...

"Damn, time is too tight."

Afterwards, Tsukimi didn't care to listen to what Renji said, but when he looked up, he saw that he had concretized a baboon and a snake and was about to start.

"You...you just said...tomorrow?" Ye Yi became more and more wrong as he thought about it, and his body was covered with cold sweat, "In this way, it is simply... .”

"It's just a fantasy..."

"Crack!!"

The sound of the knife shattering brought Yoruichi and Tsukimi back to their senses, and Ichigo had already shattered another knife.

"Is this okay, Yoichi-san..." Ichigo held "Zanyue" with only the hilt left, "Didn't you come to me on your own initiative and let me practice...Since In this way, how can you give up first..."

"But Ichigo! If you can't practice the swastika before tomorrow..." Ye Yi was a little anxious.

"I've said it before, I don't want to hear it now." Ichigo slowly raised the hand holding the handle of the knife, touching the other hand, "Since the deadline is tomorrow..."

"boom!!"

The handle of the knife shattered into slag under Ichigo's force.

"Then practice it today...won't it be enough!"

It should have been a question, but Ichigo's mouth showed undoubted firmness.

"Ichigo..."

Yue Jian opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.

In this case...

Gathering his mind, the blade in his hand was released with considerable force, and he threw it towards Ichigo, and Tsukimi grabbed one and rushed over.

"Ding--!"

The sound of the knives colliding was particularly harsh, but at least Ichigo could hold the knife now and it wouldn't shatter instantly.

"I'll say it up front, time is running out, and I won't show mercy!" Tsukimi looked at Ichigo, who was injured by the two knives just now, with a serious expression.

"Whispering! That's the way it is!" Ichigo was already ready to attack, "I won't be soft!"

"Come again!"

"Ichigo...Actually..."

Tsukimi's eyelashes trembled, why didn't Ichigo understand such a simple matter.

The so-called which one is the real "Zhanyue".

......

morning of the third day.

Renji had finished practicing the swastika and left.

Ichigo's training isn't over yet, but it's almost there, Tsukimi is trying to speed up the progress.

As long as the attack method is not too tricky, the knife in Ichigo's hand will not shatter.

Yue Jian was delighted by this, but also very worried.

Looking at the bloody Ichigo in front of her, she still felt distressed, but now is obviously not the time to think about it.

"Do you still want to stand up, Ichigo?" Tsukimi stood in front of him holding a knife.

"Of course..." Ichigo barely propped up one knee, grinning with his teeth bared.

"I have to stand up."

"I swore..."

"I swear."

"We must rescue her..."

"Rukia is waiting for me."

"You said, swear?" Yue Jian frowned, "To whom?"

"It's not for anyone..." Ichigo laughed out loud, standing up abruptly, "it's for myself—"

"soul!!"

"laugh!!"

The blade inserted/entered Yue Jian's left shoulder, and a silvery white crescent shot out, erupting with a burst of blood mist.

"Crescent... Tianchong?"

"..." Yue Jian's eyes widened slightly.

"Ah."

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Yue Jian laughed lightly, and finally turned into a big laugh, with her right hand covering her stomach and half arching her waist.With her laughter, all the knives were disappearing except for the one in Ichigamor's hand.

"Ha, haha..." After laughing enough, Tsukimi pulled out the knife that Ichigo had stuck on her body, bringing up a string of blood beads, and the wound disappeared instantly.

She landed on one knee, her eyes softened, and she looked at him who was standing.

"Congratulations, Ichigo." She whispered, "You made it."

"As long as you believe in it."

"As long as your heart is firm."

"What you hold in your hand is Zan Yue."

"This is the swastika I can teach you."

"I... succeeded?"

"Aunt Zhanyue..." Ichigo was stunned, and then looked at the knife in his hand that had changed from a strange shape back to normal, a little at a loss.

"Is that... a success?"

"You are finally... able to attack with your own will." Tsukimi said with some relief, "Then let me tell you, Ichigo."

"Do you know its name? The power it unleashes is vastly different." Tsukimi stroked his hair, "You have to keep in mind, Ichigo, this slash is called—"

"The crescent moon rushes into the sky."

Ichigo's eyes widened slightly.

"Then, I'm going back." Yuejian stood up, looking at him with wounds all over his body with a surprised expression, "You can try swastika, but it's best to heal your wounds first."

"..." Ichigo looked at Tsukimi in front of him, and was about to say goodbye when his pupils shrank suddenly, "Wait!"

"I was busy fighting before... I didn't notice."

"Before Zangetsu, did you have that...necklace?"

"What's wrong, Ichigo?" Tsukimi asked strangely.

"Zan Yue, can you...take off the mask and let me see?" Ichigo frowned.

Although it was just a little strange, he couldn't help asking.

That necklace...what the hell...

Tsukimi's expression changed behind the mask, but he still gently untied the thin strap that tied the black metal texture mask, and took off the mask, revealing that delicate face.

"Isn't it...?" Ichigo was stunned when he saw the face that was different from what he imagined, "Sorry, I just... have some guesses."

Ichigo couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

Some disappointed, but also some glad.

But I just don't know where these emotions come from.

"Actually...you didn't guess wrong."

"It's okay." Yue Jian lowered her eyes and put on the mask again, the cold temperature made her feel at ease.

"Then, goodbye, Ichigo." Saying goodbye softly, Tsukimi disappeared before Ichigo's eyes.

The author has something to say: the title has two meanings, one is the mask on the face of "Zhanyue", and the other is the lie of "Yuejian".

Ichigo stole Renji's lines_(:з」∠)_ because the result of the swastika practice was not drawn by 98...

I didn't mean to complain about my eyebrows, I sent 4 [raise claws.