[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

"Ah, ah—ow—" He sneezed seven times this morning's No.40, resisting the dizziness that challenged the limit of lung capacity and fell into a state of slight hypoxia, Hirako rubbed the dry tip of his nose to confirm that he was now This state of sneezing has absolutely nothing to do with the cold wind blowing in the woods all night while holding a bony radish stuffed bun on his bloody blood. It is definitely Hideaki Sukawa who listed him for unknown reasons The list of missing persons was announced to the world, and then his group of "good brothers" who couldn't match up with their mentors and helpful friends were sitting in a circle and giving him a memorial speech one by one in counterclockwise order!

As soon as he thought of those unscrupulous bad friends who would complain about strange things in front of his tombstone, Pingzi felt that his stomach, which had just been stuffed with wolf legs, began to twitch slightly for no reason, and the expression was gloomy and the corners of his mouth Convulsions plus a dark cloud of black lines on the forehead.

While watching the whole process of Hirako Mako's frowning and grinning face-changing performance, the young Aizen finally couldn't restrain the child's unique curiosity, and asked softly, blinking his brown eyes because of his thin face, "Mako What’s wrong with you?"

Pingzi, who was dragged back to the real world by a clear and crisp child's voice, resolutely gave up the terrible imagination of gastrointestinal perforation that would make him angry. Make a serious expression: "Hey, Soyousuke, how old are you?"

"I'm 11 years old."——This is really an ambiguous age for getting rid of the ambiguity of being a teenager.

Of course, it is obvious that our Ping Zijun has a serious deviation from the author's perspective, so the focus of attention is also the opposite.The Kansai accent was raised to a weird tone: "Already 11 years old?" After a slight pause, "It looks like he's only eight or nine years old."

In fact, Mako Hirako, who hugged Aizan all night, was very aware of how thin and short the body in front of her was wrapped in oversized robes and old fabrics. Spiritual bodies are closer to the definition of ghosts in this world.Therefore, Mako Hirako's guess about Aizen's age is already a weighted and corrected value based on the sensory evaluation, but unexpectedly, there is still an unexpected deviation.

The kid had suffered... perhaps worse than he had imagined.Hirako Mako lowered her head and used a suppressed sneeze in her palm to cover up the momentary guilt welling up in her eyes and the icy stream of light that followed.But ever since he learned the child's name, the beast-like intuition and insight honed in countless battles to survive in the desolate and impoverished suburbs behind the [-]th district of Liuhun Street have been constantly sending out messages to him. Warning, although it is not yet a threat to one's own life, there must be some undiscovered violation somewhere.

So when Hirako Mako lowered his hands and raised his head, he put away his sympathy for fellow-sickness, no longer cared about hurting the child's self-esteem, raised the corners of his mouth and grinned his lips to reveal the iconic whale teeth: "I don't know much about the current situation in this world. Does such a young child have to live alone in this dangerous deep forest?"

Hearing Mako Hirako's question, Aizen's hands on his knees instinctively grasped his knees, and then turned into clenched fists: "Of course not... I am, I was kicked out by the people in the village."

Hearing this answer, which can be said to be expected, Mako Hirako suddenly had the illusion that he had suddenly traveled to a third-rate fantasy series. Wait... the series is a magic horse?Can I eat it?Without stopping for a moment, he continued to ask naturally: "Drive out? Why did they drive you out, you are still a child." - There is no difference between driving a child into a desolate deep forest and killing him.

Although Hirako was not cruel enough to reveal all the subtext in it, the intelligent and precocious boy already knew the meaning of hesitating to speak, and he shrank his neck unnaturally, as if he wanted to compress himself to a place where Mako Hirako couldn't see. corner, completely disappearing from this world without saying a word.

Hirako Mako played with the blond hair that hadn't been combed all day but was still neat and smooth, and frowned slightly. The boy's silence and stubbornness were not beyond his expectations, and it was not impossible to understand the boy behind the silence and stubbornness. However, he needs to know the basic information, and the youth's life experience is an indispensable part.

He lost contact with the world of souls due to an unexpected accident. The continuous mountains and dense forest made him give up his good plan to contact the local god of death when he arrived at the human settlement. The perceived spirit body needs a spokesperson to help him deal with various problems with human beings during the period when he cannot return to the spirit world. ——Although not being seen by ordinary humans seems to mean that he can be unscrupulous, but Hirako does not want to become a mountain spirit ghost that humans have heard of, not to mention the law of Jinglingting not to disturb humans. ——If he wants to return to the familiar world through official channels, it's better to be law-abiding.

Hirako Mako sighed, forced the guilt of maliciously bullying children into her chest, and raised her hand to stroke the back of the boy's hairy head: "Souyousuke, I'm a dead person, although you can see me, you can hear me." Seeing me speak, you can even feel my body temperature. In your eyes, I am no different from a living person, but this still cannot change the fact that I am a dead person. Compared with you, I am the one who is more feared by the world, alien The presence."

Birds of a feather flock together.This is the truth that the weak and weak Reiatsu taught Hirako before he got the Zanpakuto. Of course, the price was the complete death of the sense of justice that was still lingering in his chest.If you want to quickly get closer to a person, the fastest and most direct way is to pretend to be his kind.What's more, those words are not lies.

The boy's curled shoulders trembled slightly, and Hirako stretched out his hands from behind and gently encircled the boy with his intuition when getting along with people. His voice, which was deeper and gentler than usual, seemed to be coaxing: "Hey, Soyousuke, what the hell is going on?" What happened to death? To get you cast out for your power?"

Perhaps it was because the body temperature of the pressed skin had a magical tear-jerking effect, or because Mako Hirako's gentle voice touched the old wound in his heart, the boy in his arms let out a suppressed sob from under his tightly clasped arms, almost After sobbing aloud, he finally let out a loud cry.Now Mako Hirako, who had the bad idea of ​​bullying children, has completely become a bastard active criminal who makes crying children. He was in a hurry and couldn't find any effective way to deal with it.

In fact, I really can't blame Mako Hirako for not thinking well enough. He has tough nerves and poor lacrimal glands. The number one violent Lolita, who depends on each other for life, is even more irritable, stubborn and rampant. He only knows the taste of blood but not tears. Taste, maybe I knew it before, but in that world where fists are more effective than tears, tears are just weak and incompetent that attracts the covetousness of wolves.

Therefore, if you want to ask how Hirako Mako feels about the precious tears of the future BOSS that are comparable to the pearls of the sharks that continue to seep into the cuffs, then it can only be summed up as upset and anxious.

Today's children are really fragile.Hirako Mako grinned at the corner of her mouth and gave herself a self-inflicted mocking smile, and began to slowly tighten her arms, suppressing the patience that had always been out of stock, waiting for the boy with her back in her arms to struggle to survive alone in the deep forest Solitude and the terror of the ever-present death are unleashed.

When the crying stopped, Hirako Mako looked at the wet cuffs of the deadly costume that was spread under her feet like a carpet last night, and at Aizen who was trying to suppress her sobs until she was red behind her ears, and finally decided to ask The time is temporarily postponed. — After all, talking is something that consumes water.