[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

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Mako Hirako is too calm, too calm, like the usual style of making waves and adding fuel to the flames, fearing that the world will not be chaotic, and even if there is no wind, his behavior style is too diametrically opposed. Feel the turbulent undercurrent hidden under the calm blue sky.It also made the frivolous expression on the face of Urahara, who originally only wanted to be perfunctory, gradually transition to a serious expression that should be called serious.

Then, Puyuan boy felt his fingertips tightened and his pulp felt warm, and the solemnity that had just sprouted on his face was strangled in the cradle by the horrified expression of his mouth cramped and his facial features shifted. The hair is loose, but still can't stop the fingers raised in front of the nose shaking as if unfortunately suffering from a stroke, hemiplegia, cerebral hemorrhage, and a collective outbreak of Parkinson's syndrome: "Senior Pingping...this...this...this..."

Hirako let go of the palm of Urahara boy's slender fingers, patted the dust that did not exist on the snow-white feather weaving, tilted his head and looked along Urahara boy's fingertips, squinting his eyes as if he was serious about identifying it. He pondered for a while with an expression on something, and then twitched the corners of his eyes and pulled the corners of his mouth to answer the question and muttered: "What, isn't it just a dead tree? There are such things everywhere in Saraki District, I thought Xiao Xisuke you saw something Peerless beauty, excited to become this virtue."

"But just now we were walking on the streets of Runlin'an!" Puyuan boy had a tangled expression that was completely out of the groove, and endured and endured and endured, the knife on the head of Ren continued You have to bear the pressure to suppress the second half of the words that almost blurted out—it’s not possible, these days, you can travel through even touching your little hands!

"Ah. I know. People walking on the street are not a place to talk. Isn't this place much more secluded?" He still had a face that was taken for granted and calm to the point of pain, and he probably never had common sense in his head. The blond-haired captain narrowed his slender eyes dangerously, and parted the corners of his mouth happily.

Wait a minute... This expression, this time, this place, this atmosphere... Could it be a prelude to extorting confessions and killing people? In the wilderness of "No one will come to save you if you scream your throat", the Urahara boy who lacked vigilance and slowed down suddenly discovered the scene. For a person who has always been well adapted to the dark side of the soul world, he is like a duck to water. I don't mind doing some violent and bloody events that are beneficial to the body and mind. The former king of the district, there is too much room for TDMD to play!

Even if Hirako Mako claimed to be the boss for many years, it was only because he jumped to Jinglingting to be the captain of the fifth division!

The cold fingertips were once again surrounded by a gentle and soft touch. They were clearly the palms that had been wielding knives and swords all year round, but they were delicate and smooth as if they had never been stained with any blood.The blond man with sharp gray eyes piercing into the heart turned the corners of his mouth into a soft shape, and the naturally drooping eyelashes concealed the cold and thin color in the narrow and long eye sockets, embellishing the long and deep eyes at the end of the raised eyes. The clarity...and tenderness.

In an instant, all the hype lies, all the logical perfunctory, all the promises that have been repeated thousands of times are captured in the throat by such a penetrating yet gentle and tolerant look, unable to swallow or spit out. Not in vain.The conscience that has not yet died in the chest is beating wildly, pumping out hot blood like a flame melting a river, as if the billowing lava is going to burn through the heart, and the limbs, body, hair, skin, flesh and bones are burned.

"Pirako...senior," Urahara boy stared blankly at the fingertips that were lightly clasped together. From this angle, it looked like ten fingers intertwined and lingering forever. The corners of his mouth slowly but stiffly curled up, making him extremely pale in joking, " Seeing us like this, the vice-captain Aizen will be jealous of the fire in Hai Shengbo's backyard, hahahaha..."

Hirako Mako half raised her drooping eyelashes, her light gray pupils quietly suspended in the narrow eye sockets, revealing a line of cold whites.Kisuke Urahara's dry laughter finally couldn't last under such a long and silent gaze, he could only smile wryly and plead in a weak tone of pleading: "... Hirako-senpai, please don't force me."

The light warmth on the fingertips dissipated suddenly, Urahara boy stared at the empty palm in a daze, feeling the sense of loss that surged from that corner of his body and filled his empty chest.The blond man with his hands back was just looking at the sky with his hands behind his back. From the front, his face was always plain and even slightly weird against the blue sky, revealing the firm Chen Yi who made a knife and axe. Sad, the line from the tip of the nose to the jaw is sharp and sharp to gouge people's eyes, but everything is extremely opposite, and it is almost like a kind of extreme fragility emerging from the extreme sharpness. ——Well, please allow the nympho author to express his feelings artistically with a sentence that is so vulgar that it is so vulgar that it doesn't even get any scum.The boy I love has the most beautiful profile in the world.Although this is the knife-shaved noodles that I hate deeply.

"Xiao Xisuke, did you forget something?"

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"You are the senior who has called me for a long time." Still not looking away from the blue sky, which was dizzy and unwinding freely, Pingzi's deep and soft Kansai accent let out a sigh as soft as clouds.

The young Urahara, who was flying in the clouds like in the clouds, was thrown directly from the head of the clouds by Hirako's soft Kansai accent, and fell to the ground with somersaults.The dizzy, tinnitus-stricken Urahara boy couldn't help but wryly smiled again after being slapped on the head with a hammer.He really forgot, forgot that he was just messing around with him, dragging him and his childhood sweethearts into troubles everywhere, turning the huge Jingling Court upside down, and finally not forgetting it The blond captain who put all the blame on him, and occasionally played tricks for the Pomeranian smile without the dignity of the team leader is indeed... his senior.He has more experience than him, has seen deeper darkness, experienced the ugliest desires, tempered the most heart-wrenching despair, but still lives in the sun with high spirits and wanton madness, and is more powerful than anyone else. A senior who is qualified to be domineering and willful under the dazzling sun.

"What do you think of Jinglingting?" Makoto Hirako, who was looking up at the sky with his hands behind his back, finally withdrew his gaze. The moment his eyes met, whether it was the smile on his lips or the leisurely tone, this sentence was absolutely impossible to be pure and natural. The question was spoken as if it were the most common gossip.

It turns out that...as long as he wants to,...Senior Hirako can also be like this...impeccable.Urahara's youth was as energetic as if he was facing an enemy, and accompanied Captain Blonde to gossip: "I think it's very good, there is Sifengin SAMA, Hirako-senpai, Miss Hiyori, and Master Byakuya..." One by one, he spit out those kind and familiar words. Kisuke Urahara's young and immature face still has a lingering immature face, and the brows frowning silently stretched, softly The words were soft and almost whispered, "...the Jingling Court with everyone is really good."

"Yeah, I also think Jinglingting with everyone is really good." Pingzi echoed softly, and then the Kansai dialect suddenly rose, with the unique peaks and ruggedness of the transition sentence, "But, it is Because there are everyone in Jinglingting, it will be even more unpleasant."

Urahara boy's brows twitched slightly with the raised Kansai accent, and he turned his eyes slightly embarrassed and chuckled softly: "Senior Hirako, please don't say such things in front of a secret maneuver in charge of maggot nests, It would make it hard for me."

"Just pretend to be deaf and dumb." Almost without thinking, Hirako gave a dereliction of duty suggestion, and Pingzi shrugged his shoulders easily, spreading his hands, "Why should a nobleman be ready in the central room 46 after birth?" The position of the corpse is a vegetarian meal, why Mao's entrance exam is nothing to the nobles Conveying the soul of Soul Street is extremely difficult, why we are born and die in front of us, those guys who point fingers behind us just need to say a word, we must put blood and blood The fruits of laying the foundation of life are handed over to others! Why!"

"Because nobles have power! They are born with powerful and abundant spiritual power, have higher and stronger soul strength, and have the future to grow into stronger and more terrifying weapons of war, so they are qualified to override everything, rule everything, ignore everything and deprive everything !” This deafening and inspiring rhetoric was narrated in Hirako’s always slightly frivolous and funny Kansai accent, from the beginning to the end, neither slow, nor slow, nor hot, nor hot, nor exciting, just like telling a story that is not worth mentioning. The story is calm and breezy, but every word pierces the heart, "Then, is there a way to remove this innate barrier so that all gods of death and souls with spiritual power don't have to be trapped?" How about a broader future in the cage you were born with?"

As soon as the words fell, the calm and calm expression on the boy Urahara's face finally fell apart.

And Pingzi didn't seem to see the colorful and wonderful expressions on the young man's face, and he continued in a lazy and idle tone: "With such an idea, with the idea of ​​​​what you want to change, it can be said that you have You have the qualification to perceive the boundary of this world. What's more, Xiao Xisuke, you should already be standing on the boundary of this world."

The young face finally calmed down all the scattered emotions, and even asked with an elusive smile: "Captain Pingzi said so, he must be able to see that boundary that doesn't exist."

"Me." Pingzi raised the corner of his mouth, resting one hand on his chin, revealing a row of glistening whale teeth, "I'm not interested in anything beyond that boundary. No, I can't say that, I should say What I want is always within reach, and it’s not worth the effort to fish out of bounds just to satisfy my curiosity.”

"What does Senior Hirako want?"

"I, I just want to guard the current Jinglingting. It's all about guarding the Jinglingting with you, Hiyori, Ross, Luo Wu, ... and my partner."

"Even though it has become so rotten?" - Urahara boy, it seems that you probably should definitely steal the lines of vice-captain Aizen!

"Even decay is a kind of change, isn't it?" Facing the almost sharp question, Hirako replied with a cynical and calm smile, "Birth, growth, maturity, aging and death. Everything in the world is always changing. Isn't it a change to be wiped out?"

Deeply shocked by the deep meaning hidden behind Mako Hirako's peaceful and quiet words, Kisuke Urahara almost wanted to take a deep breath.If... If he is actively seeking the direction of Jinglingting's reform and development, then Hirako Mako is completely watching Jinglingting's demise as an outsider.The reincarnation of heaven, the birth of clouds and the death of clouds, everything is bound by the string called fate on the track called future, and Pingzi's mission seems to be to use his own eyes to witness the moment when the future evolves into the past. —including himself.

"Hey, Kisuke, are you ready to face any consequences?" The blond man leaned on the rough tree trunk, his slender fingers casually running through the waist-length blond hair.

"Of course." The boy's answer was decisive, "Of course I'm ready."

"Oh, is that so?" Pingzi raised one corner of his lips slightly, and the overly sharp corners made this smile full of undisguised sarcasm at the reckless and naive innocence, "Even if that result will affect many people, not only Not only those invisible innocent people in every corner of the world who are innocently bearing the consequences of your failure, but also your cherished partners and friends, can you bear it too?"

The young man who was still high-spirited just now fell into a speechless silence again, and the intense and turbulent light on his light-colored irises showed the same magnificent ups and downs in his heart.

"Xiao Xisuke." The tone of the blond man gradually softened, revealing a completely unfamiliar but reasonable earnestness, "You should understand the meaning of something like the butterfly effect better than me. Things will never be in our hands forever In the process, the bitter wine brewed by actions will not be so stingy that only we who make the wine can taste it. If you have not determined to drag others into the abyss of eternal doom, then don’t cross that line easily. However, If you decide to cross that line..."

The blond-haired and gray-eyed man smiled casually, the sun was bright and the moon was bright, and the clouds were light and breezy: "...When you come back, don't forget to tell me about the scenery over there."