[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

"Hey, that Grim Reaper in front..." The frivolous Kansai dialect sounded in the back of his head, Kobayakawa was not conscious of the fifth team members, deeply frowned at the angle that his captain couldn't see, and then let go, Cai turned around with a quick movement, and faced the slender fingers who were close at hand with a calm and paralyzed face, almost poking the tip of his nose.

Taking a breath, Kobayakawa pulled the corners of his mouth outwards, revealing a socially polite smile that would never be disrespectful. Kobayakawa asked softly in a polite tone that matched his smile: "Good afternoon, Captain Hirako, I am Look for the vice-captain Aizen. The vice-captain Aizen has not been seen all morning, was it sent out by you to perform a mission?"

The wild and unrestrained blonde captain of the [-]th squad is at this moment idle and spread himself on the railing of the corridor, shaking the crooked spine of Captain Haori, raised his left face and said I am bored, and his right face said you It's very troublesome, the snow-white dies exposed at the corners of the grinning mouth are full of shining brilliance of being full and having nothing to do.Hearing this, he plucked his ears impatiently: "You...you are Kobayakawa who joined the team last June, right?"

Surprised that this captain who seems to be always hovering between missing persons and those about to be missing, whose specialty is making trouble out of nothing and making trouble out of nothing 囧囧, has his own place in the memory completely occupied by the beauties of the [-]th Division of the Guarding Team, Kobayakawa He shook his eyebrows uncontrollably, quickly adjusted his flattered expression, and lowered his head even lower: "I am Ryoya Kobayakawa of the second team directly under Aizen's vice-captain. I did join the team last June. Thinking that Captain Pingzi actually remembered me."

"Well, I always have a special impression of Soyousuke, after all, I chose him to be my vice-captain." Hirako finally lifted his body and stretched his waist, but he really couldn't hear any implication Kansai dialect said lazily, "You just said to find Soyousuke again?"

"Ah, that's right. The fourth team sent another batch of documents to be reviewed by the vice-captain Aizen, but I couldn't find the vice-captain Aizen all morning..."

"Is it Captain Unokana's application document for expanding the comprehensive treatment clinic?" Obviously, the blond captain who didn't know anything about the operation changes of Goutei [-]th Division did not want Kobayakawa Ryoya to think. of.

Kobayakawa stopped his body unconsciously, and nodded neatly, "That's right, it's that document."

His slender fingers casually tapped on the wooden railing, making a rhythmic sound. Captain Pingzi stood up with a long body, and in the diamond-shaped square frame, there were rigorous and powerful black characters——five in the fierce blowing. The snow-white haori was dazzling in the turbulent fury, but in the next moment it was hidden by the golden hair winding on the shoulders and disappeared without a trace: "Send that document to my office, team member Kobayakawa."

"Hay!" The obedient answer blurted out almost instinctively without any doubts, and Kobayakawa, who suddenly came to his senses, quickly caught up with the hunched golden figure in front of him, "Captain Hirako..."

"Oh, why is the fifth team such a serious guy who breaks the casserole and asks the bottom line." The Osaka-style Kansai dialect complained impatiently, and the captain of the fifth team gave Kobayakawa who was chasing after him three-thirds. Two dead fish eyes protruding from behind the blond sideburns, "I'm giving Soyousuke a holiday~~~~"

"It's a holiday...but the documents of the fifth team are all in charge of the vice-captain Aizen and the third seat Sakura, and suddenly the vice-captain Aizen is given a holiday...those documents..."

"Cut~~~" snorted "Are you knowingly asking?" from his nose, Hirako blurted out almost without thinking, "Even if Soyousuke is on vacation, wouldn't you still be here?"

As he stepped forward, his left foot hit his right heel heavily. Kobayakawa tried his best to maintain the balance of his body that could not help staggering forward. When he looked up again, he could only see the dancing golden streamer pouring onto the retina at the corner at the end of the corridor. Put on the last touch of splendor.

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The slender fingers slowly closed the case in his hand, revealing two-thirds of a pair of black eyes from the upper edge of the paper, the narrow and straight corners of the eyes were bent into a cheerful and smiling shape, dispelling the heavy color of the pupils The awe and indifference brought: "Today's treatment also seems to be very successful, does the great sage Fuchuan feel his physical condition has improved?"

Fukagawa Hideaki's purple-gold pupils had a gloomy cold light that flashed away, and the pupils glowing with metallic cold light brushed the tall man's slender and clean neck without any trace, and focused his eyes on the Japanese-style elegant wooden door. , the thin red lips evoked a soul-stirring lazy smile, and even the sweet and smooth voice swayed in the air because of the laziness that penetrated into the bone marrow: "In the name of treatment , let me be alone with you, you probably have some extra request for me, right? Matsushima Zero Degree."

The case is neatly placed on the low table on one side, and the man kneeling on the tatami has been hiding behind the white paper with a light and elegant smile: "There are indeed some precautions that are not suitable for others to listen to, but this is also As a doctor, I came to the conclusion after considering it from the patient's point of view. The great sage of Fuchuan is so suspicious and suspicious, it really makes me feel sad."

Although he said such exaggerated words of heartbreak and scheming, the black-haired man still smiled lightly and flattered, and rolled up a strand of red hair scattered on the pillow. The soft hair lingered on his fingertips like running water, bright red. The silk strings linger on the delicate texture.

This action was so gentle and ambiguous that even the great sage of Fuchuan, who thought he was invulnerable to all kinds of poisons, had to admit it in his heart with 12 shame. The tenderness flowing from the fingertips to the palm makes the heart beat.However, after a moment of trance, the blood-curdling crisis visited the returning rationality, Hideaki Fukawa half raised his purple eyes, and said in a cold voice: "Let go of your hand, don't touch me."

Matsushima Zero narrowed his eyes, glanced at Hideaki Fukawa, and obediently let go of the hair wrapped around his fingertips: "Even the hair has become more flexible and smooth. There is a saying in medical books: the hair is blood. It looks like , you don’t need to get affirmation from your mouth to be sure.”

Hideaki Fukawa pondered for a moment, then said slowly: "You like to tease people very much, Matsushima Zero Degree."

"It's just a little bit of harmless evil." Matsushima Zero smiled faintly, "What's more, compared to demagoguery, those who are so easily beguiled should reflect on their own weakness and wavering. However, I'm not discussing with you now. When these inadvertent little gestures, as my patient, what I say next is very important to you."

"Oh? I'd like to hear about it."

"According to your conditions, although you were helpless against the poison of gluttony before this, you must be well aware of your physical condition, right?" Matsushima Zero Degree straightened his body, with a straight back and slightly thin shoulders In the afterglow of the setting sun, there are jagged and steep peaks, and the golden red light pours into the room from the open window. The tall and straight nose of the man sitting at the ambiguous junction of light and shadow casts a thick and colorful shadow on the left eye, which is more contrasting. The brilliance that swirls across the lacquer iridescent is dark and eerie, especially ominous.

Hideaki Fukawa sneered softly, his silky and sweet voice was like some kind of cold-blooded reptile, squirming and stretching its muscles and crawling over the warm skin without slowing down: "You mean... because the knot was injured and delayed The reason for too long, you can't cure me completely, right?"

"No, I can't restore you to the level before you were injured and poisoned. You are well aware of this. After all, the joint of the whole body's spiritual power like the knot has been severely injured. You have not lost all your spiritual power immediately. It is very lucky, not to mention that this situation has been delayed for so many years, and it is only natural that there will be sequelae." Matsushima Zero did not hesitate to deny the speculation of Hideaki Fukawa's mocking threat, and continued in a serious manner. Go on, "What I want to say is another thing. Although I don't have a treatment plan that can fully restore your strength, I am sure to restore you to the point where you can undo Zanpakutō. It's just..."

Hearing this unexpected answer from afar, Hideaki Fukawa just raised his eyebrows in surprise, as if he had no interest in picking up the Zanpakutō again, and asked lightly, "Just?"

"Although I have full confidence that I can restore you to at least captain-level strength, but the treatment process is extremely painful, and the method is too weird. If you are still as wary of this subordinate as you are now..." Matsushima zero face The relaxed and happy smile slowly faded, replaced by a rare solemnity, the speed of speech gradually slowed down, and he stopped talking.

"What if I refuse?"

"According to the conventional treatment method, I can still ensure that your life is safe, but the best result is to lose all your spiritual power and become a whole person who can only spend the rest of his life in Liuhun Street."

"Then, I don't have a choice, do I? Matsushima Zero."

"...Thank you very much for your trust, Fuchuan Great Sage."