[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

Of course, just jumping on the spot and yelling at miscalculations is completely useless to the current situation, and Mako Hirako, who has always moved her head as fast as her body, doesn't have the virtual circle to waste time on self-examination and introspection.So, after a little bit of venting her inner anxiety, Mako Hirako sheathed her sword and rushed to the scene of the incident again.

Going through the window frame that was completely dismantled by violence, there was basically only a hole left. The first thing Hirako saw was another human-shaped hole facing the window, which was a circle smaller than an adult man. The situation was extremely urgent, and his chest was burning with urgency, but he couldn't help but slander the perpetrator for his simplicity and rudeness in his stomach.But looking at the messy bedding at his feet and the pillows and bedding flying from the lower left corner of the room to the upper right corner, Mako Hirako immediately turned from contemptuous of others' vulgar qualities to heartbroken for his teammate's mere five-point combat effectiveness.

Soyousuke, you basically didn't make any decent resistance moves, and you were thrown away by the quilt!I taught you to fight in vain, in vain, did you come back when I didn't know?

The air is filled with the traces left after the explosion of the Aizen Reiatsu. In the messy and disordered vivid fluctuations unique to the living, the dark coat of arms belonging to the dead becomes particularly conspicuous. The dim aura floating in the air gathered on the palm of the hand, and slowly approached the tip of the nose: "Hey, it seems that I guessed correctly, it really is the smell of the recent Xu."

As soon as the words fell, the black Siba costume fluttered in the dark room with the gesture of a bird sweeping its wings. The next moment, it was like a real black giant bird straight out of the village and plunged into the gloomy and dark forest under the dark night without hesitation.

————————————————————————————————————————

Running, running, running, Hirako Mako closed her eyes lightly to search for the gradually clear dark Reiatsu in the air, she dexterously shuttled among the dense tree crowns and lush bushes, and the Reiatsu gathered with her toes lightly erupted slightly during the brief contact with the ground , the force generated was just enough to propel the slender body onto a thick branch protruding horizontally, and the next kick had accurately stepped on the straight trunk through the dense branches and leaves, bathed in the silvery moonlight.The silver-white spiritual pressure roared and rolled all over the body, and the wide sleeves of the dead bully outfit were blown up alternately by the night wind and the spiritual pressure. The sound of hunting was like an arrogant falcon's loud howling to announce its existence.Then at the moment of falling, he stepped hard on the flexible branches, and let the silver arrows sneaking up behind him take away a few raised hairs from his temples and shoot them into the boundless darkness under his feet.

"The feeling is very sharp. When did you discover it? God of death." The clear and hoarse male voice slowly came along with the refreshing night wind, and a silver-white figure slowly lowered the longbow made of spiritual pressure in front of him, He raised his head and looked at the black god of death in mid-air.

Using the power of the tree trunk to bounce up into the air, the slightly hunched blond Reaper who stood upside down under the sky raised an unscrupulous and unscrupulous smile on his lips: "Of course it was when you were still in your mother's womb, Quincy .”

The dark and lifeless pupils of the white-clothed Quincy turned slightly, and the empty sleeve of his left hand undulated into white waves in the wind: "The meddling god of death always makes me feel impatient, but it makes me want to kill him so much with one arrow." God of death, you are still the first."——This means, Mr. Pingzi, have you already practiced the legendary villain boss's compulsory stunt, the most mysterious legendary super skill to pull hatred with your face?

"I also find it quite surprising." Hirako shrugged his shoulders easily, and even took off the backrest at his waist and stood on his left hand, as if it was not an empty void with nothing to rely on, but an invisible and inverted ground , "Although I haven't seen you Quincy much, it's definitely rare to see Quincy who can shoot arrows so well with blind eyes and broken arms. I'm just a nobody in the [-]th Division of the Guardian Court, but You must be a famous person."

"Of course." The Quincy raised his head proudly, "You have great vision, God of Death."

"Would you mind telling me your name, Quincy?" As he twirled the handle of the Zanpakutō repeatedly as if he was playing with something interesting, Hirako-san seemed to have completely forgotten that he was a hero who rescued Princess Aizen from the demons. Coming out of the main task, I turned into a gossip paparazzi reporter and began to inquire about the eight generations of ancestors of the Quincy Master.

"Although I think it doesn't make much sense to report the name of a dead soul under an arrow, but because you are so sincere..."——Do you want to tell me mercifully!Pingzi slandered with a black line on his forehead—"I will tell you mercifully..."——Damn it, it’s true!The black line on Pingzi's forehead doubled in an instant - "My name is - Shiratori Pine Nut."

"Shiratori Pine Nuts?" Gently touching his chin, the gray eyes turned from the corner of his left eye to the corner of his right eye. Mako Hirako clenched his left hand and lowered the palm of his right hand as if suddenly enlightened, "Oh—" the corner of his mouth curled down and his tone dropped, "Not at all heard."

"You're looking for death!" Even though his temperament is top-notch and he can be called deep, it's hard for Nakagawa Ichiro, who looks like a city mansion to be deeply moody and indifferent, not to be aroused by Mako Hirako, his blood is surging and his veins are retrogradely flashing six sticks of light Man Zhenyang jumped up and down to chase and kill his proud disciple, not to mention that the one in front of him had not suffered any decent setbacks except for being cut off by someone in the battle and blinded by someone, with only a thin layer of self-esteem and shame. A Quincy who can't stand any teasing?

As a matter of course, when Quincy realized that the God of Reaper in front of him who had been talking nonsense for a long time was simply making fun of him, he very naturally rewarded the God of Reaper who was hanging upside down on his head with a shower of arrows.At the same time, Mako Hirako, who had been prepared for a long time, had already left her original position in a blink of an eye, taking advantage of the one-armed Quincy pouring out her anger into the short space left, dragging her unsheathed reverse horse towards the treetops. The Quincy dashed to close the distance between the two.By the way, it's troublesome to slander the blind man in the stomach, doesn't it make his initial understanding basically invalid! ——This is the tragedy of the Mind Control Department, Hirako-san.

Now that the initial solution has lost its effectiveness, Pingzi, who has not even touched the hair of the swastika so far, can only simply give up the Zhongnan shortcut and start honestly starting the tug-of-war of melee professional PK long-range DPS, and started flying kites and being thrown The catastrophic process of kites.The most unfortunate thing is that this TMD is a verdant and dense forest. Although the criss-crossed branches effectively hinder the range of arrows, but at the same time, it also means that archers can change from fire suppression to snipers anytime and anywhere. The exhilaration is almost impossible to guard against.

And as the victim of the new saying that it is easy to hide from the dark but hard to defend against, ah, no, it is easy to hide with the bright sword, it is hard to defend against the dark, and Pingzi is the legendary gymnast while jumping up and down among the branches like a monkey. Judging the direction of the sniper's movement with the help of the arrows shot from all directions, and throwing a few non-threatening ghosts to fulfill the duty of counterattack.

Due to the limitation of the battle venue, the most powerful and destructive flame and lightning ghosts in the broken way, which are most loved by the majority of the gods of death, were removed from the use list by Mako Hirako without hesitation. As for the reason, if any idiot wants to cause forest fires and The enemy can be ignored this restriction.Therefore, the ghost path thrown by Pingzi is mainly bounded by a non-lethal seal and a few broken paths that will not turn himself into a barbecued pork bun.

For example——58 Tianlan of Breaking the Way.

A huge whirlwind shot out from the palm of his hand, wrapping the broken branches and leaves with no return, and rushed towards the hiding place of the Quincy.

The huge vortex formed by the air disturbed by the spiritual pressure successfully confused the perception of the spiritual pressure by the Quincy Master who lost his vision, and the Quincy Master who was hidden behind the tree trunk snorted coldly.Is it because I found that I couldn't suppress the spiritual pressure fluctuations to the point where I didn't notice it, so I changed my strategy and wanted to use stronger interference to cover the approaching traces?It's a pity, I'm not a simple Quincy, damned Reaper!

Reiatsu gathers at the tip of the right finger holding the bow, and the silver-white arrow cluster does not need to be drawn by the arm to catch the open bowstring. The power inherited from the dead mother but used to kill its bestower is poured into the silver-white arrow tip In an instant, the dazzling silver white turned into a coquettish scarlet.The Quincy raised his arm, pointed his strange long arrow straight at the core of the storm, and whispered softly: "Secret Technique: Sealed Arrow."

The Changhong runs through the sun and cuts through the sky.The moment the flickering demon red touched the frenzied air current, it exploded suddenly, and the frenzied spiritual wave shot out in all directions and then contracted suddenly when it expanded to the limit.The gust of wind stopped suddenly, and the flying sand and rocks that had lost their power relied on inertia to climb up in the air for a short period of time before falling weakly.A slender figure stood out from Quincy's chaotic Reiatsu perception.

The next moment, the countless arrows of the Ganges River rushed away like a howling storm.The slender figure in the spiritual pressure perception was penetrated by countless silver and white light arrows, and the powerful impact threw the powerless body into the air and then fell down heavily.

"Shot!" The difficult opponent was finally killed by the arrow. Even the calm and calm Quincy could not suppress the excitement brought by the huge sense of accomplishment. After taking back the longbow, he wiped it with his remaining arm Sweat trickling down the corners of the eyes.

"Uh—no..." A sharp piercing sound came from the back of his head, and Quincy, who was completely relaxed, had no time to make any dodge movements before he was pierced through his chest by the Zanpakutō coming from behind him, and the momentum continued. He drove the broken body firmly to the tree trunk in front of him, and then a slender but powerful hand clasped the fragile neck!

"Well, although it seems to be only three centimeters away from your heart, if Hideaki Fukagawa who throws the watermelon knife everywhere knows that I still missed my shot after practicing for so long, I will definitely suffer." Frivolous The smooth Kansai accent rang leisurely in Quincy's ears.

"Cough, cough..." The Quincy, who spat out the blood rushing up from the trachea, and was pressed against the tree trunk by Mako Hirako, sarcastically said, "As a god of death, he let go of Zappo so easily. Knife, you..."

Boom—Mako Hirako grabbed the head of the Quincy in his hand and slammed it hard against the tree trunk in front of him. After the sound was successfully silenced, he tilted his head with the other hand and licked his ears: "You talk a lot of nonsense."

It took a while for the Quincy, who was knocked into the sky full of gold stars, to control his panting, and asked again: "You...won't you kill me?"

"Nonsense, I want to exchange hostages, why kill you?" Makoto Hirako lowered his head and turned the Quincy's head over. If your little pet let the child go, how about I let you go?"