On how to understand love

Asai Yuya is a forgetful person.

——Is also a person who is not good at expressing her feelings, but if some things happen, she will be warm when she recalls them. She can know that those memories are called "beautiful".

She doesn't remember bad memories, and she never cares about them. Therefore, her previous memories or childhood are blurred.

She also dreams, she has some light and warm dreams, but she always wakes up accidentally.

Her memory and time have been colliding with each other for a long time, leaving only a blank space in the end, and she is always not good at finding directions in this blank space, and stumbled to become what she is now.She walked through time step by step, and found that many things had been blown away by a gust of wind before she could understand them.

... The past is the past, the only thing that can be done is - don't forget.

But she always felt that everything about herself was missing and incomplete.I can't even remember some very important things.

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She read Captain Fuzhu's book last night, and had a sporadic dream that night.

She was in a dark place, and the word that needs to be described is probably 'you can't see your fingers'. However, the only strange thing is that after walking for a long time alone, she found that she could clearly see her fingers and the soles of her feet. Seeing his hair hanging down his chest.

After Yumi discovered this, she walked a few more steps and found a person who stood out in the darkness just like her... The strange thing is that she can see the other person, and everything nearby is black, Endless black.

However, the figure was not blurred, and Yumi approached step by step.

The man was wearing an ancient monk's uniform, a bamboo hat on his head, black ink-like hair hanging down his back, and a lacquered golden magic weapon like a scepter in his hand.Yumi wanted to call him, but didn't know what to call him.She cautiously walked around in front of the man, and sat cross-legged on the ground like him.

After she sat down, she found something strange... The monk's eyes were covered with a white cloth.

She touched her throat, but found that she couldn't make a sound.

It was pitch black all around.

She felt a little dizzy, sitting in front of that person, she felt a little painful, and felt a stuffy and empty feeling in her heart, as if she had been hollowed out.Even so, they couldn't help but want to get closer to each other.She always felt that those eyes were looking at her, as if they were ignoring her.

She was in some pain, and felt that her vision was gradually dimming, and she began to lose sight of that person.

"lamp……"

The moment her consciousness was blurred, she felt a gust of wind rushing towards her, and then she felt a pain like tearing her abdomen.The severe pain slowly climbed up her limbs.She touched it, and even though she couldn't see it, she could still feel the wetness of the blood on her hand. The severe pain came wave after wave. She knew that the man was attacking her, but she didn't react before she fell her head forward. At the moment, I seem to hear a flat voice saying firmly:

"I hate you, you can even forget me."

. . .

Yuya opened her eyes on the bed.

Whether it was a nightmare or something, she couldn't tell, it was just a feeling, real and heavy, which made her feel a heavy dizziness in her body now.

Supporting herself with her arms, she touched her abdomen. In that strange dream, she was attacked, and the pain seemed to be still aching slightly, making her feel like she was being pinched tightly by a big hand, and she couldn't breathe .

She stared at the paper-covered window panes on the Japanese-style wooden door, and the moonlight shone dimly on part of her room. Knowing that it was not yet dawn, she gathered the clothes she was wearing, then put on a robe, and carefully Turn on a small lamp by the bed.

The glass that wraps the small lamp is crystal clear, which can warm up the tone of the room.Yuya stretched out her hand to hold the little lamp in her arms, but the glass was completely cold, and the cold touch made her give up relying on the seemingly warm light for warmth.

Yumi leaned on the bed in a daze, shrank her feet, and buried her head between her knees.After a long time, she turned her head slowly and looked at the small lamp that she had put away completely.

She stood up and stepped on the wooden floor, feeling the cool air rushing from the floor into her body and running all over her body. She was expressionless, just reached out to take down the Zanpakuto hanging on the wall, and then Crawled on the bed again.

She tried to sort out the dream that woke her up just now.

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Later, the quiet and itchy atmosphere around her made people feel tired. She closed her eyes, reached out to touch the small light, turned off the switch, covered herself with the quilt again, and held her Zanpakuto tightly in her arms. .

. . .

She felt herself in a strong embrace.

...the eyelids are so heavy that I can't lift them up.

She stretched out her hand, as if touching a face... Slowly upwards, she touched something smooth, something like cloth.Then, the man grabbed her hand, and she heard the rustling sound, and then, something covered her eyes.

"You can't look at me."

Yumi retracted her hand.She curled up into a ball and began to feel her body gradually warming up.The man seemed to be still holding her.Yumi was a little groggy, her mouth was slightly opened, and she was about to speak, but just like last time, she felt blocked by something.

Subconsciously, she wanted to reach out and take away the white cloth covering her face, but that person held Yuya's hand tepidly, and she felt the big gentle hand, and then settled down again.

"Do you really want to remember me that much?"

Yumi didn't answer, she was in that person's arms, ignorantly like a child, as if longing for something, raised her head slightly, as if she wanted to say something.

The movement of that person holding her was like holding a baby in swaddle.Being cautious, Yuya also felt particularly at ease, she knew that this person was the one who attacked her, but now she couldn't defend herself, she just snuggled into that person's arms like a child.

The man put his hand over her forehead.

She began to feel tired and sleepy more and more.

"...It's not difficult to think of me."

... Ayuya felt his consciousness begin to blur.

"my name is……"

——She got up from the bed, and Matsumoto's worried face came into view. Watching her wake up, Matsumoto held Yuya's Zanpakutō in his hand, frowning: "Yuiya! You were killed in your sleep Zanpakuto has absorbed too much spiritual pressure, and your Zanpakuto is a little unstable! If it happens again next time, you won’t know if your spiritual power will be absorbed by Zanpakuto at any time!"

Yuya took back the Zanpakuto from Matsumoto, and stared blankly at the sword that belonged to her.

She tried to get up from the bed, but staggered, and finally had to lie down.

"You child... well, you can sleep here for a while, but don't hold on to the Zanpakuto." Matsumoto was startled, and when he got up from the team building, he faintly felt a hazy spirit. The pressure was something she had never felt before, and then she followed the direction, which was Yuya's room.

Yumi couldn't react, lying on the bed, holding Zanpakuto in his hand.

Matsumoto touched her forehead and planned to leave to give her a peace.

"Thank...thank..., Matsumoto...deputy...captain." Yuya's voice became weak, and she lay down with difficulty and looked towards the end of the bed, and then she saw Matsumoto smiled helplessly: "...you child , I'll see you later."

Matsumoto's silhouette disappeared from the paper door, and Yuya turned over, with his own Zanpakuto next to him.

... Zanpakuto is unstable, and absorbs his own spiritual pressure, probably because he hasn't given him spiritual pressure for too long, so Zanpakuto needs to absorb a lot of her spiritual power at once to talk to her.

If I and Zanpakuto had no shackles on weekdays, I believe it would not be so hard now.

Yumi looked at Zanpakutō with seemingly indifferent eyes, but actually began to relax a little.She pursed her lips, and then recalled that ethereal hug.

Zanpakuto hates Yuya's oblivion, so he once wanted to hurt her and kill her.

Then I couldn't bear it in the end, so I came back and gave her the hint to unlock the password.

Yuya looked at Zanpakutō, eyes half-closed due to lack of energy.

...I'm about to remember your name..., almost.

. . .

When Matsumoto talked about this with the captain, the captain just frowned slightly, and after a few seconds, he calmly told Matsumoto... Let Asai Yuya handle it by himself.

"Captain! Don't you give everyone a glance... don't you like Yumi?" Matsumoto frowned, a little angry.

"No, that guy told me yesterday...she can do it by herself, so we don't want to interfere, and speaking of it, this is a matter between her and her Zanpakuto, and we can't intervene if we want to." Gu Dongshilang is more mature, although he is also very concerned about his subordinates, seeing her in danger, he also wants to help her.

But... this is her determination, so that's all.

Matsumoto gradually relaxed, and looked at the captain with a worried face: "But, captain... I feel that Yuya's Reiatsu is a little special...it feels...not ordinary."

Hitsugaya Toshiro glanced at Matsumoto, pursed his lips and pondered for a few seconds, and then focused on the official document again.

After a long time, he said, "I never thought that guy was simple."

Matsumoto opened his mouth and said nothing.Putting her eyes aside, she thought about Yumi's pale face, holding the Zanpakuto tightly in her hand, or feeling that the Zanpakuto was also tightly attached to her, and it took a lot of effort for her to hold Zanpakuto The sword parted from Yuya's Reiatsu.

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Yuya hadn't fallen asleep yet, staring blankly at her Zanpakutō.

Just looking at my own Zanpakuto, I feel that everything is about to come out.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and was able to stand up forcefully.

Then, like a patient, he put on the deadly costume clumsily with his hands and feet.She held the Zanpakuto tightly in the palm of her right hand, even though she felt some pain from the old wound, she still held it tightly.

Pulling the door open, she struggled to walk to the front yard while leaning on the wall.

The front yard has a small fish pond, grass, flowers, and a large open space.

Sitting on the ground, bathed in the sun, she felt that she could wake up a little bit.

So Yumi sat cross-legged on the ground according to the method of ordinary people, calmed down, and tried to communicate with her own Zanpakuto. She gradually felt the slow flow of spiritual pressure in her body, the beating of her pulse... and then seemed to gradually return to To the touch of a dream.

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That was not a dream in Handan, she could definitely remember it.

She remembered the pitch-black but not scary world, the back of that person sitting cross-legged silently, the silky touch of white silk...

a long time.

She stood up, her eyes were always indifferent and light-colored, but she had a firm answer in her heart, she opened her mouth slowly, even though Yumi was expressionless, she had a will in her heart, her lips opened and closed...

Then Zanpakuto showed a light she had never seen before——

Feeling the spiritual pressure in her body surging suddenly, all kinds of swollen feelings made her feel a little uncomfortable. She knew that her body was beginning to be unable to support the spiritual pressure that Hajime Zanpakutō needed to ingest, so she frowned lightly and held on. As I watched, I watched the Zanpakuto in my hand gradually change from the water-like blade...

... Yumi curled the corners of her mouth in satisfaction like a child.

...and then fell backwards.

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