[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

"Hey, hey, are you an idiot? Soyousuke." Squatting under the eaves, holding a teacup with his left hand and tea with his right hand, Hirako, who was still complaining about the lack of tea and desserts a minute ago, put down his hand and drank it. Swallowing the last piece of pastry, a big lump bulged out of his cheek, still miraculously maintaining a clear Kansai accent, "It's only been less than 1 minutes since the beginning? Your swinging the knife has become like this What does it look like?"

"But... Mako." Stopping to swing the knife profusely, the young Aizen wiped the sweat that was about to flow into the corners of his eyes, "I have indeed tried my best. And you seem to know something already?"

"Don't change the topic, kid!" A slap on the back of the boy's furry head, and then he pinched the rounded curve of the recent good food and food, which was well nourished and nourished, tearing the upright boy's face in front of him into a mess. "Well, even if you're smart enough to get started quickly, if your physical strength can't keep up, you're just going to die in a real battle!"

"Duan Su is getting worse..."

"Speak well, you're not so tired that you can't even control your tongue, are you?" The triangular dead fish glanced over, and a certain unscrupulous blond pinched his soft cheek and turned it 90 degrees to the left, and then he was held as expected The fist of the wooden sword slapped away, and without any suspense, the ridge of the blade that drooped naturally because of the weakness of the fingers accurately hit Aizen's forehead.

"Oh." The red-haired boy from the tip of his nose to his forehead, which was divided into two parts, suppressed the vibration of the conditioned reflex in his vocal cords, let go of the wooden knife to cover his badly injured nasal cavity, and very wisely chose to completely silence the sound.

Hirako withdrew her right hand, which was still maintaining the instant movement of the thumb to release the tightly clasped middle finger, and the neatly trimmed nails reflected bright light on the front of the slender fingertips.

Aizen's vision suddenly dimmed.The sudden change caused the quick-reacting young man to instinctively raise his head, and without warning, it crashed into a pair of bright and sharp light gray pupils like frozen sharp ice skates.The loose blond hair followed the law of gravitation and slid down the thin and smooth shoulder and neck lines, like a cage of sunlight imprisoning each other's sight and breath.

The flat to expressionless Pingzi suddenly moved the corners of his mouth, pulled out an arc full of impatience nonchalantly, and raised his brows at the same time with a cynical Kansai accent: "Listen to me, boy, I don't have time To accompany your curiosity, I have no obligation to explain anything to you, as long as you know that anything I ask you to do is harmless to anyone, understand? ——惣·右·节."

"I just want to know what do you mean by harmless?" His four eyes met, and when he spoke, the warm breath inevitably touched each other's sensitive nerves. The grays are different, although they are also light colors, but the colors that are inherently warm and illusion are like a deceptive illusion that deeply implants the illusion of gentleness into the bone marrow of the viewer, making people unable to help but want to let go of all vigilance and guard against it. The owner of these eyes opens all defenses.

It was simply a vicious joke that King Ling could only make when he was drunk and in a daze.Hirako once again heard a clear sneer coming from an untouchable corner deep in his mind, and the next moment he stood up slightly, still smiling from a condescending angle: "This is not what you need to know, Soyousuke. So... "The wind blew up, the clothes fluttered, and the long golden hair danced unscrupulously glaring arcs in the sun, "...no comment."

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Although from the meaning of the action, it looks like he ran away from home angrily because he couldn't bear to harass the children, but Mako Hirako didn't let Aizan out of his sight.These days, the village has not been safe and sound. On the contrary, there have been five attacks intermittently since Pingzi's arrival. However, since Pingzi had already suffered a big loss and caused the death of a villager, he was extra careful and there were no casualties.It is also the practical protection provided by Pingzi for the village that allows Aizen and him to live together in peace without continuing to rely on force and coercion to have violent conflicts with the villagers.

Glancing at the small figure of the boy who was holding a wooden knife and slashing meticulously in the middle of the yard, Hirako yawned up to the sky, and the smooth spiritual film in front of him had small ripples because of this movement, and was instantly pressed by a stable spiritual force. smoothen.Pingzi, who was leaning against a big tree to enjoy the shade, stayed in the enchantment of curved light, lazily scratching at his loose long hair, and the cold touch slightly soothed his chaotic thoughts.

Although it is speculated that the other party may have a shell that can be seen by ordinary people, an evil spirit that feeds on souls, and its action rules are very close to the virtual, but it is not an interesting experience to personally confirm this guess during the riots last night.What's more, the figure that clearly belongs to an adult man...shows that there may be more than one such weird thing.This is also one of the reasons why Hirako Mako didn't chase after him. If he is caught in a battle and cannot get out, the most likely to be attacked is Aizen who has pure and powerful Reiatsu but doesn't know how to use it "effectively" Soyousuke.

As for how to let a human being freely use his talent, born in the Jingling Court, he should be classified as a god of death born of noble blood in essence, not to mention how a human being should use Reiatsu, and even the concept of a living person has no way of understanding Hirako Mako was simply helpless.That's why Hirako Mako had to choose among the four basic skills of the god of death, the Ghost Walking Fist and Slashing, to teach the Slashing and White Striking that are the most suitable for the use of human power but also the slowest to be effective, but they are just better than nothing.

Hurry up and become stronger, Soyousuke.

Looking down at the thin figure of the hard-working young man, he slowly took out a glass bottle that was tightly corked from the sleeve. The transparent inner wall seemed to be corroded by some invisible force, showing uneven thickness. Uneven, large and small convex and concave mirrors twist the fingers around the bottle into weird and ridiculous shapes on the retina.Changed the action of holding the bottle to hold the bottle body vertically with the tiger's mouth, fasten the cork and the bottom of the bottle with the thumb, index finger and second finger respectively, and a little dim spiritual light in the bottle burst and dissipated.

Through the empty glass bottle, the cold gray eyes quietly watched the small figure who put down the wooden knife and walked back to the eaves for a short rest.

Before the invisible threat comes, let's become as strong as possible, Soyousuke.

Be strong enough... to be able to support me to the point where I can save... no, maybe it should be said, to the point where I can be saved.