[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

In the present world, Karakura Town, the second floor of the Urahara store.

It was raining and snowing outside the window, and the house was lonely.

The profiteer Urahara leaned halfway in front of the chessboard, with the white chess between his two fingers unconsciously pressed against the line of his lips, he thought for a long time before carefully placing the chess piece in his hand into the intricate left corner of the chessboard.

Opposite the black-haired, black-eyed man in black clothes like night, his handsome face held a smile that was not a smile, and calmly took out a black piece from the chess box on his side and put it on the side of the white piece just now.

"..." The profiteer Urahara suddenly opened his light-colored eyes hidden under the brim of a white and green hat, and pushed aside the small folding fan between them to cover the corners of his bearded and increasingly decadent mouth. The transformation from the captain of the rain and clouds to the greedy and black-bellied grocery store manager in the old and unknown store. The clogs hat and the black-bellied profiteer. Opening his mouth is a section of store manager SAMA’s trademark malicious and glib three-segment smile, "Ah ha ha Haha... I lost. Ling Dusang is really good at chess, especially when he landed on Tian Yuan in the first move, watching the leaders of the world."

On the opposite side, Zero Degree of Matsushima, who was about to return the hair hanging from his chest back to its original position, paused slightly with his fingers, wrapped a bunch of black hair around Baiyu's fingertips, and climbed up on a face that was so handsome that it could be called bewitching. With a glance, one can see a well-trained and polite modest smile from a well-known family's family: "Where, Mr. Urahara is the one who is good at self-cultivation and concentration, and the star on the left corner falls into a world of his own."

"Ahahahaha..." Urahara profiteer changed the fan covering his face to a suave fan in front of his chest. The winter in Karaza Town is naturally no worse than the northern ice field thousands of miles away. A three-foot ice edge, not even a chance to fly straight down, but this kind of windy roof leaking rain on the walls is more colorful than the professional suits of the elders of the Beggar Gang. , anytime, anywhere may turn into a dilapidated house of historical relics, snowflakes are blowing to your head, are you really not worried that you will cry and runny nose if you fan so hard? "That's nothing compared to Ling Dusang's step in the upper right corner, connecting the north and the south."

Zero Degree Matsushima continued to squint his eyes and nodded with a smile on the chess pieces at hand: "Mr. Urahara's move is also very powerful. He attacked Xiwei Wei and rescued Zhao."

"Oh, oh, Zero Degree Sang..."

"Where is it, Mr. Urahara..."

……

"Hey, that's enough for the two of you! You can even compliment each other in a game of backgammon!"

The half-covered casement opened suddenly, and while the cold and humid air drove straight in with a large canopy of snowflakes, a stream of silvery white light entered through the window, and was fixed in front of the chessboard. How does the root of the ear look like it is written on the face? The corners of my mouth are drawn down impatiently, and the root of the teeth of the lazy and unbeatable person is itchy, and the Kansai accent with feverish fist and heart draws out a lazy and especially provocative ending: "Ye Is one not there?"

"I went to Soul World three days ago, and it seems that I got very important news about..." Kisuke Urahara put away his folding fan, lowered the brim of his hat, and glanced at the smiling face who was handing Hirako the hot tea that had been kept warm by ghost roads. Zero Degree of Matsushima, paused slightly and then said again, "Aizan's side."

Pingzi took the hot tea from Matsushima Zero Degree, habitually disliked that the tea was not good and the temperature of the water was not right, so he lowered his head and poured half a cup in one breath, chewing two or three pieces of fish that slipped through the net, and said vaguely "antelope hanging" "Xiao Xisuke, it's more reliable to extract the weakness of Jinghua Shuiyue from Aizen's mouth than to extract useful information from his mouth. I met 34 first loves on the way here, As a result, this beautiful man in front of you played 34 kinds of dream lovers who fell in love with me at first sight! If Soyousuke's acting skills are at the actor level, Matsushima Zero Degree's acting skills have already broken through the limit of acting and reached the level of monsters .”

Someone who had just been praised by Pingzi as an evildoer pushed the round gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, put down the teacup in his hand, and the eyes that were as moist as black jade behind the lenses were glowing with a faint watery light, which just rightly covered the deep waves of the pupils. There are turbulent undercurrents, only the smile on the lips is elegant and comfortable: "Then what should I do? Just like when I went to see you, I ran all the way from Xiliuhun Street to the central area of ​​Jinglingting. Where do chickens and dogs leave no blade of grass and no grass grows? Those who follow me live and those who oppose me die?"

Hirako's fingers holding wagashi froze slightly, and under Urahara Kisuke's suddenly sharp and suspicious gaze, he chewed the wagashi expressionlessly in his hand. It should have been blurred because too much activity space was occupied by food His Osaka accent sounded very clearly: "I don't understand why you have to play so many tricks when you are so strong."

Mako Hirako will always remember the first time he met the man in front of him, the raging flames of war in the disappearing Jinglingting Temple ignited every corner, there are everywhere the rising spirit pressure of the captains of the various teams and the star crusade's perfect holy body penetrating the world The light, a sudden ominous premonition enveloped the entire sky of Jinglingting, and even the raging war stopped at that moment like a freeze frame, and then a huge door that Mako Hirako had only seen in his life gradually became clear in the smoke of the war , symbolizing the gatekeepers of hell, the skeleton guards opened their jaws and let out a silent roar. Behind the door slowly opened by the pale bones, a torrent of metal flashed cold and bloodthirsty, and the uniform sound of horseshoes shook the world. In the sky, crimson banners are flying in the sky, covering the sun and clouds for thousands of miles!

Grim Reaper... Heh... Grim Reaper... At that moment, Mako Hirako, who had been called the Grim Reaper for hundreds of years, learned what the real Grim Reaper was.

Those charging knights are war machines made of steel, death scythes that harvest life, destroy everything and destroy everything, and drag everything along the way into the torrent of war and destruction—whether it is the god of death or the destroyer!

The roar of horseshoes shook the ground under their feet, and the iron-grey armor that swallowed all life along the way was not stained with a single drop of scarlet. The long chants of swords cutting through the wind were only the echo of the armor colliding on the undulating horseback. No one rejoiced for the upcoming battle, and no one dismissed and sneered at the blocking of the mantis.

The moment Pingzi raised his back caress, the moment he met those empty and empty eyes hidden behind the steel helmet, he realized that what he was facing was not a well-trained iron-blooded army, but an ignorant one. Ignorance, ignorance, no understanding of pain, no fear, will only follow the wishes of the controller, destroy all obstacles blocking the way forward, crush and crush the army of the dead who will never retreat.

Where are the people who made them?Before Pingzi had time to search for the culprit who manipulated this army of death from hell on the ever-changing battlefield, he was involved in the cold light of the steel meat grinder knife wheel, no matter how much he killed and how much he destroyed. How many blinded attacks from all directions are endless, and the endless stream of sharp blades will even penetrate the chest of the companion in front of him, just to leave a blood-stained wound on his shoulder and arm!

It was the most desperate battle Hirako Mako had ever fought in his life, a desperate situation where he would surely die, endless offensives, no strategy, no tactics, no enemies so powerful that people's knees trembled, no insidious and cunning traps that would kill people if a little negligence, Even the puppets that formed an impenetrable iron wall around him were no more than ordinary gods of death, but when they were connected as one like now, ignoring the terrifying spiritual pressure deterrence of high-level gods of death, they could advance and retreat freely, attack and receive orderly Even Captain Reaper, who is far superior to ordinary individuals, can only face the fate of sawing wires, water and stones if he does not have effective means of large-scale destruction, not to mention those metal armors shining with iron gray luster are not decorations!This is Ling Chi!From spirit to will, from will to body|body, the cruelest and most thorough grinding and destruction!

This kind of battle is enough to make the most tenacious and unyielding warrior completely collapse. Hirako Mako can't remember how long he has been struggling in such a desperate situation. The will of the perception of the passage of time is nothing but insensible swinging of the knife again and again, until...

Pingzi will never forget the moment when he finally fell down. The spear piercing the lungs was not fatal but became the last straw that broke the camel's back. Cheerful, Hirako, who fell into a pool of blood, struggled to look in the direction of awakening his paralyzed intuition, and saw the thin and tall figure of a man in a cloak, a white and spotless cloak, and a midnight-like black cloak that twisted like a waterfall. Dark brown cowhide short boots calmly stepped on the wide and smooth street, the snow-white pavement hurts the sight, and the slightly raised hem drew perfect arcs one after another in the air, even the golden ribbon hanging around the waist was low. Hang meticulously.He walked calmly from the end of the street, the annihilator is full of gothic spires, white buildings, towering, with inhuman cold harshness and nervous perfection, which is sharp, morbid, cruel and distorted However, this man who is so meticulous from head to toe makes it doubtful whether he is a member of the Star Knights. Every step he takes is natural, elegant and calm, like walking in a spring full of flowers, beauties, romance and fashion. Paris streets.

It is not that there are incomprehensible visitors trying to disturb the warmth and tranquility that is so abrupt on the battlefield of swords, lights and swords. However, when knights wrapped in armor descend from the sky from the top of a towering building without fear of death, they will invade The moment of the street disappeared without a trace.It's disappearing without a trace, it's not like it collapsed and died under the pressure of a tyrannical spiritual pressure far beyond imagination, and it doesn't seem to be dissipated and died after receiving an undetectable fatal trauma, but it's more like... being fundamentally denied that it ever existed , thus being completely obliterated.

"This is my strength." The man slowly walked up to him, his seriously injured and dying body no longer had enough strength to raise his head and look at the man's faint smile at this moment, "What do you think? "

So he signed a contract to sell everything, and as a chess piece, all his memory and power were sealed away. The only remaining impression in his sleepy will at the moment beyond time and space was the man's ambiguous low smile, and The phrase "A complete soul has a complete memory." echoed in my mind.

Zero Degree Matsushima knocked on the chessboard in front of him, and the black and white staggered chess pieces on the intersection of the 360th and [-]th intersection seemed to have life and jumped into their respective chess boxes in an orderly manner. The man opened his slender palm and lowered his eyelids in boredom: "No Power naturally accomplishes nothing, but having power does not mean that you can do whatever you want. Otherwise, before Lan Ran's turn to rebel, the world of corpses and souls would have been in chaos."

"What chaos in the world?" A fluffy black cat's head popped out from under the window sill, its golden cat's eyes circled around in the solemn atmosphere of the small room, and jumped down to the center of the chessboard, feeling comfortable Scratching his fluffy nape with his hind paws, he stretched out his limbs and shook his black hair that was wet with snowflakes, "I don't know when the world will be in chaos in the world of corpses and souls, but the world in Xuquan is already in chaos. Last month, Lan Ran subdued the king who is said to be Xu Quan, and is expanding Xu's palace - Xu Ye Palace."

"Yoichi-san, please don't say such bad news for us in such a tone of fear of chaos in the world." Urahara's profiteer finally pulled his gaze away from the inexplicably dignified Hirako Mako's face, and put On the childhood sweetheart who was rolling on the fine torreya chessboard, which was already very unladylike, "If Aizen occupies the virtual circle, he will soon spread his tentacles deep into Karakuza Town."

"Huh? When you decided to settle here, didn't your idea be to take Aizen one step ahead? Since Aizen is going to appear in Karakura Town, shouldn't it be in the middle of your wish?" The black cat stopped fiddled with the tip of the ear, Compared with the originally mellow and graceful female voice, a strange male voice came from under the trembling beard. In exchange for Urahara profiteer's fan, the folding fan on the chest of Urahara suddenly raised stiffly, and almost came out and slapped the fan on Hirako's face. Expressionless face.

Pingzi glanced at the fan that almost hit the tip of his nose, and finally raised his eyelids again to meet the purple eyes of the black-haired man, lazily pulled the corners of his mouth and said slowly: "It can be said , Your purpose of bringing the three of us together in Karakura Town."

Matsushima Zero raised his eyelids lazily, and his black eyes, which could not tell the boundary between pupils and pupils, were deep and unsettled: "The days of being inseparable are coming to an end, and I will leave you temporarily from today, Mako. So Before that, I have something to give you, let the most suitable person control everything."

There was a rustling sound outside the window, like the continuous sound of horns beating and scratching wood.Reidu Matsushima still only rested his chin with his hand, and glanced at the faces of the two people and the cat with different expressions. The howling cold wind rushed into the room again, and a gray sparrow circled around the chessboard. Carefully avoiding the lazy black cat that landed on the man's shoulder, he pecked Matsushima Zero's black hair covering his shoulders affectionately, Matsushima Zero raised the corner of his mouth slightly and raised his right hand, the sparrow spread its wings obediently and flew onto the white Ruyu's palm turned into a piece of soft fabric covered with densely packed neat lowercase letters in the next moment. Matsushima Zero Degree did not look at the information in his hand, and obviously knew everything that had happened: "Aizan did get Xu However, his life has not been easy recently, and he probably has little energy to think about the present world in the past few years. Fu Chuan Yingming's closest confidant, Gu Yuejie, disappeared in the virtual circle, and the most suspected person is undoubtedly the proud Lord of the Void Circle."

"It's so righteous and awe-inspiring to frame and frame the blame. In fact, you sent people to kill it, right?" Pingzi still maintained the abhorrent hit rate of the emperor of the truth, but he was taking the information from Matsushima zero degree Then his expression changed, "How could it be him? He had nothing to do with this matter, how dare you drag him in, Songdao Lingdu!"

Ignoring Yu Hirako's sharp eyes that were about to poke him into a sieve, and the furious anger that was close at hand, Matsushima Zero continued to speak unhurriedly: "This is what I call the Fuchuan family in the world of souls." Although the internal intelligence network is completely ineffective due to the death of Ichiro Nakagawa and the purge of Gu Yuejie, it is still functioning. Which of you wants to be its master?"

Pingzi suddenly clenched the silky cloth in his hand, and the flames in his eyes turned into an ancient well of darkness after a short eyelash closure. He took a deep breath, gently held the edge of the chessboard, and spoke in a Kansai accent. Light and soft vibrating the cold winter air: "Me."

Zero Degree of Matsushima slowly raised the corners of his lips, outlining an elegant uplift without any emotional color, which was born with the ultimate gentleness that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and the suffocating passion permeated through the smooth and calm words without any concealment. Cold and cruel nature: "Are you sure? This decision should be very cruel to you, right? However, my favorite candidate is indeed you."

"Matsushima Zero, I really want to kill you right now." Hirako narrowed his eyes, his gentle and calm Kansai accent was creepy and bloody.

Zero Degree of Matsushima deepened the light and shallow lips into a pleasant smile: "You probably also noticed that I am not as strong as you first saw, and I can even be said to be weak, so weak that I am a little weak. Anyone with spiritual power can easily kill me. However, even if everyone in this world can kill me effortlessly, you can't kill me. Would you like to try it? Mako."

"I am not interested."

"Are you not interested in killing me, or are you not interested in verifying an unsuspecting result?" Matsushima Zero did not shy away from watching Alexander's one person and one cat. He grabbed Hirako's thin shoulders and looked directly at them The light gray eyes smiled faintly, "We have been together day and night for 70 years, fully worth a short human life. Isn't everything that happened to you during this period enough for you to understand?"

"What should I understand?" Hirako's signature grinning and hippie smile once again appeared on Hirako's face. The frivolous and flamboyant expression did not need to be matched with the oily Osaka accent to fully display his provocative skills.

Matsushima Zero leaned forward slightly, the body crossing the chessboard and the arms that drew closer, so that the faces that were staring at each other within a short distance of breathing could overlap and overlap in the next second: "Why is your virtual image better than any fake one?" The members of the masked army are all mature and stable, and they can even launch false flashes and open black chambers without wearing a mask? Why is your spiritual pressure boosted by blurring greater than that of any masked army? The improvement of quality is even more exaggerated? Why does your stagnant spiritual pressure increase rapidly when you are with me due to physical reasons, and once I leave for a little bit, it will stop again? Why do you want to kill me several times, but I never set up defenses, but you always show mercy or even hurt yourself at critical moments? You really...have you never thought about why these are all, Mako Hirako?"

"Oh? Why are these?" Pingzi raised his eyebrows and smiled slyly, and his indifferent tone was full of Queen Slag Gong's infuriating jokes, "Could it be because you fell in love with me?"

Matsushima Zero released his hands, and stood up, the distance between the two was inevitably opened again because of this action, the black robe fluttered and fell like crow-blue wings, creating a dark wave that covered the clouds and the sun in his sight .The man's slender and strong fingers reached out from the cuffs and accurately pinched the slender and delicate lines of Pingzi's jawbone. The moment he lifted it up, he raised the corners of his eyes so charmingly: "Because, I belong to you."

It was too unexpected, and the answer that was completely opposite to the movement of the palm and the smile on the lips made all the sane creatures in the room stunned without any suspense. Matsushima Zero bent down to let the soft lips touch the smooth On his forehead, a faint murmur, like a gurgling stream of water, slowly slipped from his forehead into his astonished heart: "From the moment you came into this world, I can't hurt you even an iota. No matter what you believe Or don't believe it, this is the answer I tell you, because - I am yours."

The warm touch on the forehead was replaced by the cold air. For the first time, Hirako saw the surging waves in the raging hurricane from those dark, deep and unpredictable black eyes. It spreads, but in the end, it converges into a wisp of indifference that makes the chest throb and the throat tense after an eyelash intercourse.

I know·

In front of the glass window, a clear and accurate knock resounded through the ears again. At that moment, the man's indifferent face had a smile more sad than crying.

Maybe it's not that I won't be heartbroken, it's not that I won't be heartbroken, it's not that I won't let go, it's not that I won't be sad, but after embarking on this unpredictable road of no return, no matter who you are, you can only hold your head up with a proud smile. forward.

"I don't know the other side."

"I know." The concise response rolled down the nimble tongue again, and Matsushima Zero's face that seemed to be always smiling gradually thinned out in the air, "There will be a period later, Mako."

Hirako ignored the probing sight beside her, and buried her golden head deeply between her hands.

Unprecedented and unreasonable uneasiness hit my heart, which was clearer and more dangerous than any warning from blood instinct.

How could that man who was as strong as a god in memory or in the future be so weak at this moment?Did the time travel accident make him lose his strength, or is he just so weak?Such a terrifying force...

"Senior Hirako seems to be very distressed, why don't you tell me, Ye Yi-san and I are very happy to share our worries." Ever since I came to this world and opened this shabby grocery store that will turn from a crumbling dilapidated house to a historical relic at any time, I have almost The black-bellied profiteer who couldn't leave his fan took off the striped top hat on his head and put the fan beside him, and smiled and picked up the black cat standing upright on the chessboard.

Pingzi moved the corner of his mouth slightly, pondered for a moment and decided not to refuse the kindly extended helping hand, but a sharp electric current paralyzed the throat that was about to tell the truth a second before exhaling, but the blond man who was speechless Covering his convulsed throat, he let out a nervous low laugh, raised his head and shook his hands after a long time: "It's okay, I've always wondered why Matsushima Zero's strength is getting weaker and weaker, now I probably know why What happened. Well, Yuan Zhibifang is indeed Yuan Zhibifang, even if he is dazzled by love. What Matsushima Zero Degree said is right, he is mine, as long as I don’t die for a day, he belongs to me.”