[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

Late night, Xuye Palace, meeting room

"Ulquiorra, Void Palace..." With his hands folded on his raised knees, the brown-haired Grim Reaper, who should never appear in the Void Circle, paused slightly, raised his head, His slender fingers touched the edge of the black-rimmed glasses on the high bridge of his nose, "Didn't you say you're not interested in this meeting? Silver."

"Hey~ah~, I've been discovered again. You really deserve to be Captain Aizan~" The frivolous Kansai dialect came faintly from the darkness at the entrance of the meeting room, and soon the master of the Kansai dialect seemed to have nothing to do from the depths of the corridor. Slowly emerging from the boundless darkness, first revealed in the dim light of the projection equipment in the meeting room is the soft purple hair tip in silver, followed by a pale complexion and a strange and unforgettable three-way bend with a smile, hands The silver-haired fox, who habitually wears his sleeves in the deadly costume, leans against the ambiguous boundary between the entrance and the wall, and stands ambiguously at the boundary between light and darkness, deeply raises the corners of his mouth, "I obviously used the song The light obscures the figure, and I remember to eliminate the traces of zero pressure, but it seems that I can't escape the feeling of Captain Aizan every time."

"Heh, you are not resting in your own bedroom at this time, but you came to interrupt my meeting. You shouldn't be playing hide-and-seek, right?" I don't mind the sudden interruption of my confidant love.

The figure sitting in the high-backed chair, from the perspective of Ichimaru Gin, can only see the looming white and green overturned in the corner of the haori and the hem of the Shiba outfit, but with the familiarity of getting along day and night for a hundred years, the silver-haired fox has changed from The calm and elegant voice smelled the danger of malicious emanation, and it was like this... Ichimaru Gin calmly tightened the paradoxical lines at the corners of his mouth, desperately suppressing the condescending arrogance boiling over the common people after these calm and understated words A sudden killing intent.

Even if it took a hundred years, Ichimaru Gin never really set foot in the world of Aizen. He taught him fighting skills, taught him the know-how of Zanpakuto and Swastika, instructed him how to deal with cumbersome documents, and occasionally taught him how to behave in the world and learn from others. To analyze and capture a person's will and soul with his discourse and demeanor, even if he came with bloody killing intent, Ichimaru Gin had to admit that Aizen had grown from a child to a youth, from immaturity to maturity, the most critical century Played almost all the most important roles, father, brother, mentor, and even partners who accompany each other and spend the long nights of loneliness, but even if Ichimaru Gin spent a hundred years from a wise disciple step by step, it is an interesting and easy-to-use tool , the excellent and capable subordinates climbed to the position of adjutant on the right rear of Aizen, which represented closeness and reliance, but Gin Ichimaru had never gained Aizen's sincere trust.Ever since Ichimaru Gin had completely mastered the swastika, Aizen never said anything to correct Ichimaru Gin's fighting skills. No matter how Ichimaru Gin tried to test the man's bottom line, what he got was always nothing but a perfunctory way of avoiding the important and the minor. The reflection is always dark and unclear, and the man's emotion is always ambiguous in the gentle and cold smile.No matter how hard Ichimaru Gin tried, he could only stop before an invisible chasm, just because in a more distant time, a man with blond hair and a radiant spirit stepped on the rough and bumpy road above the clouds to the cloud-shrouded road. On the other side of the city, from then on, the lonely and proud king only allowed that handsome and lonely figure to pass through the towering and closed city gate.

Since you can't even understand, how can you talk about gaining trust? Since you can't even get the cold and fragile trust of the king, how can you know the weakness of the Zanpakuto, which has the ability to almost cheat?

There is a haze that seems to be invisible in the narrowed eyes, and Ichimaru Yin knows that this kind of anxiety that he can't even control himself must have been noticed by Aizen sitting in the chair at this moment, but Aizen just continues to use a The most perfect posture of the superior further emphasizes his will, the deep and melodious voice, elegant and indifferent, gentle but ruthless: "Give me your reason, Silver."

Ichimaru Gin tried to relax the overly tense muscles under the Shiba suit. In any case, it would be an extremely dangerous and unwise choice to show even a sliver of real emotion in front of Aizen. For the double agent, the extremely amateurish funny reason backfired and aroused Aizen's vigilance, which was even more worthless.Therefore, after a lengthy silence that did not reach the limit of Aizen's patience, Gin Ichimaru evoked a fox-like cunning and weird smile, and prolonged the thin and long Kansai accent: "I was in the monitoring room just now. I saw something very interesting, so I came to interrupt Captain Aizen's meeting."

"Is it something that even you find interesting?" Lan Ran picked up the pure white mug in front of her, brought it to her lips, and casually whispered another name, "Yes."

The general manager of the Xuye Palace, who had been quietly staying in the corner and felt so weak that it melted into the background board, pulled down the switch beside him neatly, and the center of the long table that traversed the entire meeting room immediately rose from the bottom to a patch of light green light. On the bright screen, following the sound of the switch being turned, the screen quickly switched to the screen being displayed in the monitoring room at the moment, and every corner of the huge building complex of Xuye Palace was fully displayed on the evenly divided screen .

Ichimaru Gin took a few steps forward, stood on the right side of the handrail, and began to retrieve the required video data from the huge database in the monitoring room, and soon opened the latest monitoring from the present world from the folder named Karakura Town.

The lower left corner of the image occupying the entire screen shows that it is 43:19 p.m., which is a full three hours away from the early morning of the current imaginary circle. However, Aizen judged from the displayed screen that it was installed in Karakura Town 17 years ago. At the No.[-] monitoring point in the back alley of the Kurosaki house, at that time there was no effective means to perfectly solve the time deviation caused by the frantic flow between the virtual circle and the real world, so there was a delay of about two hours in the image transmission .This outdated monitoring network has been eliminated from the investigation of the present world. The images transmitted by the lack of maintenance equipment are turbulent and blurred. The nostalgic atmosphere of old movies.

The dark alley behind the Kurosaki house is dark and narrow, and the time approaching ten o'clock turned this unpopular corner into a lonely place forgotten in the bustling city. No. 17 monitoring point On the coming screen, there is only a dim yellow street lamp swaying feebly in the upper left corner of the screen. Since there was a light rain just an hour ago in this world, the hazy water light reflected from the muddy road makes the whole screen soak in a kind of dimness filled with water vapor. Even after optimization, the keen eyesight of all of you, Varstord, can only make out the looming outline except for a small yellow spot under the street lamp.

The 3-minute near-still picture made everyone in the meeting restless. Only the brown-haired Reaper sitting on the main seat calmly sipped the rich and mellow aroma of the warm black tea spreading on the tip of the tongue and taste buds.

At 30 minutes and 360 seconds, the video appeared in an abnormal state for the first time. From the [-]-degree stereo sound system surrounding the entire venue, there was an almost negligible sound of water mixed with subtle electric sounds.

The sound of water is getting louder and louder in the cold and quiet night of this world with a unique and regular rhythm. It can already be distinguished that it is the footsteps made by the friction between the flexible rubber soles on the slippery road.

Ichimaru Gin quietly opened his narrowed eyelids slightly, and the narrow scarlet line reflected the calm and calm face of the brown-haired and brown-eyed Grim Reaper behind the bulky black-rimmed glasses. The light brown eyes were immersed in a dazzling It is blurred in the reflection of the stone chair, but the mug on the long table in front of the stone chair, which is closer to the edge of the long table than at any time, reveals some subtle and complex emotional changes.The exaggerated and raised lip corners seemed to be challenging the limits of human physiology and tilted to a more mysterious angle, as soft as a Kansai coela snake wandering in the suddenly silent space: "Ah, ah, I originally wanted to give Captain Aizen a surprise. Yes, I never thought Captain Aizen could still recognize him just by his footsteps after so many years."

Overly blatant hostility, tit-for-tat provocation, and the bare|naked malice in Kansai's accent resounded in the ears of every intelligent creature with hearing in the meeting room. Amidst the suspicious, curious and indifferent gaze, Aizen who was sitting upright But he didn't give his adjutant a sideways glance, he just stared intently at the swaying silhouette at the bottom of the hazy picture.

It was a figure from the back, slender and slender, with a slightly bent back, with his hands habitually inserted in the pockets on both sides of his trousers, and he was slowly walking into the range lit by street lights in a leisurely manner.The light from top to bottom first illuminates the dark brown beret. The golden short jaw-length hair is trimmed into a neat straight line at the back of the neck. The neat and crisp white shirt embellishes the lazy and loose slope of the shoulders and neck. The blue and black twill The silk tie has a soft halo flowing under the light as it advances. The cuff of the left hand is untied and bent to reveal the black wristband inlaid with the dark blue broken diamond dial, and a small white and slender forearm. The shimmering flashes on the wrists and the presumably swaying metal chains on the waist sway on the gray-blue background to create a thrilling and comfortable leisure. The tailored casual trousers outline a thin and smooth waistline and a slender waistline. The moment the straight legs and the flowing pace stopped, the familiar and unfamiliar silhouettes were completely displayed in front of the condescending camera.

Then, he raised his hand, looked back, raised his head, and his face, which was the same as in his memory, was revealed from the shadow cast by the slowly lifted beret. Straight nostrils with sharp and graceful radians and delicate and thin nostrils, light gray pupils covered by drooping eyelids into a lazy and narrow shape, white and neat teeth shine brightly in the exaggerated and playful smile raised high .His line of sight accurately fell on the lens hidden in the darkness, like a big cat revived from the long time and boundless darkness staring at its favorite prey, it is enough to ignite the cold blood and blood in an instant The elegance and mortal danger of a cold night.Raising eyebrows, laughing jokingly, carelessly placing each syllable in the cold air word by word, the Kansai accent is soft with the long-lost Mako Hirako style of lightness and intimacy: "Long time no see, Soyousuke."

The moment the voice fell, the man who took off his beret again stepped forward with his slender legs without hesitation, stepping into the untouchable darkness at the end of the screen with the same calm pace as when he came.

The unique rhythmic voice gradually drifted away from the ears, and the silent conference room fell into a long and depressing silence. Aizen bent his arms and elbows, and his slender fingers supported the warm but not round outline of his jaw. Wen Junyi's side face, the owner of the virtual circle for a long time slowly opened his mouth and murmured softly: "Is it really...a formal challenge?"—with an undoubted pleasure.

Sure enough...it's very interesting, such a reunion, Captain Hirako.

Now that you have sensed my intentions, I will wait for you in the Jingling Court and look forward to your arrival.

Ichimaru Gin completely lost interest in meeting or assigning tasks, without saying a word, looked away from the tumbling feathers of the lord of the virtual circle, who was full of strangely shaped subordinates in the room, and opened the corner of his mouth to announce the end of the meeting Dongsen wanted to complain: "Oh, it seems that Captain Hirako's reappearance really made Captain Aizan very happy, and he didn't hold me accountable for disturbing the venue~~~"

In return, the taciturn official responded solemnly: "Mako Hirako... Lord Aizen cares too much about him."

It's because you care too much that you become a weakness~ Tosen.The three corners where the true emotions can never be seen flowed out a touch of coquettish blood-like scarlet, which was fleeting. Fox Ichimaru waved his wide cuffs as a farewell, and the same haori disappeared violently in the darkness at the turning point of the long and empty corridor. .

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"Ping with flat feet, plus the son of Ono, the real sex|bag|skin, plus the son of spicy mentaiko..." The strange-looking blond boy who was even bowing lazily by the podium straightened his body and raised his head. The distinctive and unforgettable big smiling face ^盛^, "——so it's Mako Hirako, please give me your advice!"——Ichigo-kun~