[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

"Ichiro Nakagawa, I'm going to kill you!" The blond boy, who woke up from the deepest sleep without any warning, grabbed the small knife used to peel fruit by the bed, and flew towards the door that slid open slowly.

The blue-eyed man with a gentle and handsome face was just exposed behind the door, and he closed the sliding door in his hand suddenly with quick eyesight and quick hands.

thump—

There was a dull sound, because it was only used to cut fruit and it was not considered sharp at all. The fruit knife was inserted into the solid wood door frame like cutting tofu, straight into the handle, and it was clean and neat without even a little extra vibrato.

Outside the door, I didn't expect Mako Hirako's flying sword skill to be out of the blue and go straight to his teacher, Hideaki Fukawa, or is it just that any higher creature broke out in extreme anger and performed the ultimate SEED ultimate move in teaching at a super level?All in all, even though he made the most correct response because of his sensitive reflex nerves, and let the door in front of him bear it for himself, he still couldn't avoid the aftermath of Hirako Mako's angry shot. The spiritual pressure burst out suddenly, leaving a shallow trace at the dangerous position between the eyebrow peak and the corner of the eye, which was filled and infiltrated by the seeping blood in an instant, and the moment the first drop of blood slid down the corner of the eye along the trajectory of the wound, Nakagawa Ichiro opened the door again, and as expected, he saw——

On the hospital bed, there is a pile of people lying on their backs, piled up on their backs, all kinds of human bodies on the ceiling, and they are firmly suppressed under the mountain of people. Hirako Mako who returned to the west.

"I said... my lovely students, should you get up from Mako?" Nakagawa Ichiro smiled lightly, pointing out that he did not die under the enemy's butcher's knife, but was about to die under this group of pig-like teammates. Mako Hirako.

Ever since Hirako fell into a coma, he has been in a state of undressed clothes and has been accompanying him. It was also when he noticed Hirako's sudden violent attack that he immediately rushed to stop it. The figure of Yuuki Kurobu, who was already submerged by the strong body on top of his head, came from the gap between his hands and feet. Let out a strenuous cry: "You guys, get down! Makoto, Makoto will be crushed to death by you idiots!"

"Really, if it wasn't for Kurotake, you were the first to charge up but couldn't hold down Mako, and we wouldn't have rushed up either." Saruki Hitomi, who was pressed between Yuuki Kurotake and Aikawa Luowu, served as a sandwich biscuit Shili tried to pull out the arm that was twisted on his chest but failed, and shouted angrily, "That afro guy up there, get out of here quickly!"

Obviously not much older than Hirako, but because of his mature appearance, the grown-up in the dormitory who has been questioned many times about his age is deeply entangled in the title of Ojisan after hearing the words of the violent loli. With a look of bitterness and deep hatred on his face, he didn't immediately respond to the gap between his actual age and appearance.

"Why are you still standing there in a daze? Get up quickly, I can't take it anymore!" Nakagawa Ichiro strode into the room, and walked towards the three people who were still on the bed, scrambling to cover the arhat, accusing and complaining to each other.

Hiyori, who failed to get a response, started adhering to his usual explosive temper and planned to teach that wretched middle-aged Ojisan who was pressing on his back and never moved. The merciless force on Chuan Luowu's cheek knocked away the self-entanglement in Aichuan Luowu's head, and also knocked away the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.The beloved sunglasses crossed a gorgeous parabola in the air. Not far away, the hard foot of another hospital bed was torn apart. Aikawa Luowu was full of anger, and his clenched fists were sternly stopped by Ichiro Nakagawa. Hit the back of the buff yellow head of the arrogant and violent Lolita hard.

then……

After a loud bang, earth-shattering and weeping ghosts and gods, the precarious hospital bed, which had been faithfully supporting the weight of the four people, finally bowed down and passed away after an overwhelmed □□ sound.

Ichiro Nakagawa stood in front of the three idiots who fell into a pile among the ruined walls and an unlucky child who had just woken up and then fell into a coma again due to various force majeure. That guy Makoto is as durable as Xiaoqiang, but that doesn't mean the bed under him is as strong and durable as him! Now that you have made the ward like this, how am I going to explain to Captain Unohana later? !"

——Oh, poor classmate Pingzi, I mourn for you, not only do you have a group of pig-like teammates who almost murdered you with good intentions, but also a ghost who cares more about the maintenance cost of the fourth team than your life tutor.Life is lighter than a feather, and sacrifice is more meaningless than this.

However, as the saying goes, you can’t talk about people in the daytime, and you can’t talk about ghosts in the middle of the night. Although the world of corpses and souls is equivalent to the underworld of the BLEACH world, and there are not half of the people who walk around the streets under the bright sun, it is obvious that this rule is also followed. theorem.

Just after Ichiro Nakagawa finished his affectionate and emotional eulogy, a kind, gentle, kind, and beautiful female voice came from behind his head, instantly pulling the four intelligent creatures in the room with clear minds into the dark abyss.

"I think you need to give me an explanation, Nakagawa-san." Gentle as Yamato Nadeko, the captain of the fourth division, who was dressed in feathers as pure as snow, did not appear to be killing, and the captain of the fourth division pulled out the fruit knife stuck in the door, Turning around slowly, smiling lightly, "Is there any reason why the ward of the comprehensive treatment clinic looks more like a murder scene?"

As soon as the words fell, the door that had just been closed was pulled open from the outside again, Fengqiao Rojuro, who had been sent out to buy lunch out of his own pocket, stepped into the ward holding two paper bags: "Luo Wu, Zang Wu and Hiyori, you I bought back the bento!"

Before the words were finished, the three people who just struggled to get up from Mako Hirako's thin body almost went back to where they came from, and sent carbon to the flames of classmate Pingzi who was so angry.

——TAT, Ross, you crow mouth, what a wonderful bento you gave me at this time!