[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

Mako Hirako and Aizen are walking through the dense bushes, the destination is the village where Aizen was born and raised and finally abandoned him.

From Aizan's mouth, Mako Hirako's conjecture was confirmed without any surprise—the village built on the outskirts of such a dense forest with towering ancient trees covering the sky and the sun would be divided into remote and remote areas.

Immediately afterwards, Pingzi took the opportunity to ask for a visit to the village. He thought he would be strongly opposed by Aizen, but unexpectedly, the child asked him a question: "Mako, you will protect me, right?"

Mako Hirako was slightly taken aback, bent down and wrapped the young man's thin body into her slender arms: "Of course, and I also want Soyousuke to never have to worry about being expelled from the crowd."

The feeling of the thin arm wrapped around the neck, which seems to have removed the wrapped skin and left only the hard bone, is really hard to say, but the moment the young and thin child's voice came to the ear, Hirako still felt indescribably complicated emotions: "Let's go, then. I'll show you the way, Mako."

Pingzi subconsciously tightened his arms, raised them slightly so that the child in his arms could hang the thin arms around his neck more naturally, and couldn't help pulling the corners of his mouth and asking in a low voice: "San Yousuke seems a little Don’t worry that I will go back on my word after finding the village~~~~”

The hard and abrupt touch on the neck was even more obvious, and the boy in his arms raised his eyes with a kind of clear eyes that a child like him who suffered from exclusion, isolation, fear and contempt should not have at all, and raised a gentle smile: "Because I believe in you Ah, Mako. I trust the dead more than the living."

For a moment, he could hardly control the force of contraction, the murderous aura that was overflowing, and the desire to strangle the slender and fragile neck with his slender fingers.Pingzi heard an invisible and intangible existence murmuring in the depths of his heart, is that so?Aizen?The rising sharp and ironic tone suddenly slipped into a darker and colder declaration, but, I don't believe you, Aizen.Every word, deep into the bone marrow, unforgettable.

What happened to me?Hirako Mako ignored the self-esteem of Ni Fu's Zanpakuto that had been broken into dumpling stuffing, and resolutely developed the half-body dedicated to combat into a multi-purpose Swiss Army knife, acting as a hatchet to open the way, and casually chopped off a few vines blocking the way Article, while doing self-reflection in a very gloomy manner.Mako Hirako, why are you swollen, what are you swollen with!First, he over-reacted to a child's inexplicable delusion of being persecuted, and then he murdered this child who had no ability to resist!You have been fooling around in the [-]th district for too long, have you lost even the lower limit of being a warrior along with the integrity of floating clouds?You know, in the [-]th district, any bastard with any taste would not do such a stupid thing!Have you fallen down and thrown all your pride into the void to bask in the moon?You tell me you tell me you tell me! ! ! ! ! !

But... Mako Hirako pushed Aizen, who was light in his hands, not even meatballs, but only ribs, onto his shoulders, and was extremely melancholy while listening to the immature unison voice of a boy who had not yet reached the voice-changing period. Yu Zu wants to angle brightly at a 45-degree angle, looking up to the sky and screaming sadly. He has really tried his best, but no matter how he convinces himself rationally, he just can't feel completely at ease with the child on his shoulders! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

————————————————————————————— I traveled to the dividing line outside the village————————————

Hirako and Aizen arrived at the outskirts of the village around noon.

At this moment, Aizan had already left his seat on Hirako for a while now—Mako Hirako's stooped, thin, narrow shoulders.

After all, in the eyes of ordinary human beings without spiritual power, there is no such thing as a god of death stationed in the world. The pseudo-god of death is just a mass of invisible and intangible air. It's the mustache floating in with a strange posture!

"Hey, are you scared? Soyousuke." The long and narrow gray eyes narrowed into even narrower lines, Hirako bent down and put his slender fingers on the young man's thin shoulders, his lazy Kansai accent pulled into a playful joke.

The young man's face was slightly pale, and the light brown eyes that occupied a larger area of ​​his face because of his thinness were slightly rippling. He bit the corner of his mouth and finally whispered cowardly: "Indeed, I am a little scared."

Aizen didn't lie.Mako Hirako twitched her eyebrows imperceptibly. Whether a child of this age is lying, Mako Hirako is not as popular as his family’s parent, Hideaki Fukawa (Hirako: Hey, hey, it’s two different things, okay! ) But at least the guys who have been in Liuhun Street for so many years and have basic knowledge of all kinds of teachings and nine-rates still have some discernment, but... a child of this age is just when the bloody Fang just loves to be brave. Which child, especially a boy, would be so Chu Chu pitifully told you with teary eyes that he was so scared!

Hiss—he accidentally over-represented again. ==|||Mako Hirako pressed the current overload of the brain circuit, which is almost equivalent to conditioned reflex, raised the corners of the mouth to expand the playful smile into a comforting smile, and the neat and excessive whale teeth are shining in the sun: " It's okay, I'll protect you, Soyousuke."

"No matter what happens, I will protect you, Soyousuke."

"Ah—come here! That devil, wraith, monster is back—"

slam-la-

There was a clear and crisp sound of something shattering in Pingzi's ear, and when he rolled his eyes, Ren'er's dead fish eyes glanced over, and he suddenly saw a picture that looked like seeing a ghost in the day and meeting a strong beam in a narrow road at night. The pale face of an enemy passed down from generation to generation.

Impatiently digging out his ears, Hirako Mako tilted his head and hung his three white eyes with a dull light, and slapped the thin and thin shoulder of Aizen young man hard: "Yousuke, you go all the way, I I won’t give it away~~~~~~~~”