[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

A completely upside-down world, with flowing clouds flowing under your feet.Mako Hirako raised his head and looked at the distant star-like world above his head, where he was familiar with the world of corpses and souls, dotted with forests, rivers, mountains, rivers and towns spread out in the depths of his light-colored eyes, and the vast expanse was as boundless as the sky.However, that world was surrounded by huge black chains at this moment. Originally, there was only one horizontal chain, but now there are two, interlacing and dividing the sky of the thinking world into uneven quarters.

He raised his hand and took off the beret on his head that blocked his sight. The cold and hard touch and the unique smell of metal made him frown slightly when his tongue brushed across the palate unconsciously.

The strangely shaped shoes on his feet already made him feel a strange familiarity, and the cloth strips fluttering on his chest and the colorful top made him find an indescribable comfort in a state of confusion.That kind of comfort reminded him all the time that he should be very used to this kind of clothes, as if he was wearing a deadly costume.

[Flick against. ] He tried to call Zanpakuto's name in his heart.

A response was quickly received, and a boy who looked at least [-]% similar to Heiko Mako flew out from the largest reflection in the soul world, with waist-length blond hair, a slender figure, and a slight hunchback. The back, and the corner of the mouth that pulled down impatiently.

He flew to Hirako Mako, and Hirako Mako realized that he was missing an arm and a small half of his left leg.The relatively upside-down angle allows Mako Hirako to clearly see the incision of the missing leg. It is smooth and clean, but the cut section is completely invisible. It does not seem to be missing, but more like it is blocked by something.

【Did you forget to bring your hands and feet with you? ] Mako Hirako shrugged and joked with Soul Dao in front of her, 【You don't look so awkward standing upside down like this. 】

[In this upside-down world, is there any difference between positive and negative? 】Nifu's accent is obviously far from Heiko's playful Kansai accent. If you have to say which accent is more like it, then it is the popular pronunciation method among the high-ranking nobles of Jingling Court, very standard Jingling The official lingua franca of the court, the unique way of speaking makes the speaker's voice appear unusually noble and majestic, and also has Hirako Mako's style of arrogance full of irony. ——If Mako Hirako didn’t grow up in Ruukongai but grew up in a way that fits the talent flowing in his veins, then it would probably be like this.

[Wait, you're not Ni Fu, who the hell are you? ] Hirako Mako quickly sensed the other party's inappropriateness from the other party's words, but this is his world, and there will be no third soul besides him and Ni Fu, so who is the guy in front of him?another himself?Pingzi was taken aback by his own speculation, he is not the kind of domineering, arrogant and rude guy who has nothing to do but want to smash that damned raised jaw with his fist, this is simply a nightmare!

The thing with the upside down leather is obviously different from Hirako's noisy guy, he is a guy of few words, he just sticks out his white and slender palm to grab Mako Hirako's wrist without saying a word.However, although his movements were quick, they fell through.Because, Hirako performed super-level and avoided the opponent's palm at a speed that was absolutely unattainable in reality.

The grasping palm paused slightly, and Pingzi saw that "Ni Fu" slightly frowned the brows that were the same color as his hair, sighed, and muttered softly: "I forgot, here he can display all his strength, I can't grasp it." Hold him."

"Who the hell are you?" Hirako Mako looked at the man in front of him vigilantly, his instinctive guard against the uncertain situation made him pull out his Zanpakutao - Nifu from the illusory clouds.

"It's just an existence that should disappear but is lingering because of some accidents." The guy who seemed to be blowing against the wind slowly inserted his hands into the wide sleeves of the kimono, the light blue background and the hem fluttering in the wind were vaguely refracted by the light. The revealed mysterious texture is in line with the leisurely posture of strolling in the courtyard.

It is revealed from the bottom, pampered, aristocratic grace and elegance, brewed with profound heritage and long history, and has a unique charm.Like time, like an epic, like an afterimage, like a lie, like all the real cruelty and false tenderness, like... history itself.

He turned his body upside down, hanging above the sky of Soul Realm like Heiko Mako, stretched out a slender palm, and the naturally curved palm carried a clear invitation: "Although you will forget when you wake up, But please let me lead you to take a look at your memory."

Hirako Mako looked at the palm spread out in front of her. The thin fingers were like skeletons covered only by a layer of skin, but they didn't feel sick. The transparent texture made one suspect that the hand might not have a so-called bone at all, but was carved out of a large piece of high-quality white jade.It's not perfect, but it's so beautiful that it can bewitch people's hearts. At the very least, he can't stop his fingertips from letting go of the cold knife handle, and slowly but firmly touch the open palm in front of him.

The moment the skin touches, the train of time begins to go retrograde impossible. The past memories are fleeting in the window, stretched into brilliant light bands by the terrifying speed, and Mako Hirako tries to identify those fragmented things with wide eyes. Remnants of fragments of memory, but can only vaguely capture some white fragments, red flashes, and... the reflection of glasses.

As a late-stage patient suffering from eye reflex phobia, which is terminally ill and has no cure, Mako Hirako swears on the chastity of Hideaki Sukawa that even the pale luster on the blades, fangs and claws will never make him so The countdown of the fine hairs is creepy, and all the arrector pili muscles stand up and salute. This is definitely the reflection of the glasses!absolute!

The roaring car of memory stopped without warning like a sudden start. Hirako looked at the unfamiliar courtyard before him, and the winding path among the lush bamboo forests meandered towards a completely unknown direction.The answer may lie at a turning point at the end of the line of sight, or even if you lose yourself in the mottled darkness, you can't find it.

However, Hirako Mako still took a fearless step forward. Now that she saw the hidden boundary, it would be ridiculous to hang back in place.

Now he actually doesn't need an answer, Hirako Makoto is very aware of his situation, everything may be inexplicably unsatisfactory, but he doesn't need an answer.However, looking for answers is often not for the present, but for the future that is illusory but within reach. The current self really does not need to touch these boundaries, but the future self... Hirako Mako has a hunch that he absolutely needs to do something for what has not happened yet. Some things are foreshadowed.

I have already traveled a long distance under my feet, but the scenery in front of me has not changed as if it is still.

Hirako Mako continued to walk patiently, not because she was sure that she was heading in the right direction, but because she believed that as long as she walked a sufficient distance, she would be able to find the cause of the problem.Once again, the footsteps ushered in a usual turning point, but the scene ahead suddenly became clear.

In the empty space, there stood a tall and handsome figure with long pure black hair hanging straight down to his waist, like a black waterfall covering the number on the snow-white feathers, but Mako Hirako still kept going. The familiar texture and pattern on weekdays can accurately identify that it belongs to the captain of the fifth team, Haori.

"Rong Guang, Mako seems to like me very much." The gentle and pure man's voice, like sunlight filtered by clear water, slowly sounded in the air with some pleasant surprise.

The man with his back to Hirako turned around slowly, his not-so-great facial features formed a face that was insulated from being unforgettable at first sight, and a strand of silky black hair hanging from his sideburns was being held in the hands of a small baby in his arms , he lowered his dark green eyes that were almost pure black, and a soft smile appeared on the corner of his lips, indulging in the destruction of his hair by the little life in his arms, just a silhouette with his head bowed and his eyes closed can already be intoxicated But people's hearts.

Know the other side.

Like instinct, Mako Hirako got this answer the moment she saw this man's face.Although the information obtained from the countless descriptions of Hideaki Sukawa, Ichiro Nakagawa and others made the man that Mako Hirako described thousands of times in her mind more gorgeous and dazzling than the scene in front of her eyes, Mako Hirako still had no stagnation. Accept everything in front of you.

When a certain aura derived from the soul and self-cultivation breaks through a certain limit, the impact brought by the facial features will fall into a blurred state.Mako Hirako began to understand why Hideaki Fukawa couldn't forget the man in front of him.Like the mellow and fragrant wine hidden in a simple clay pot, the seductive, coveted and upside-down breath spreads from the corners of the eyebrows and eyes most casually, filling and floating in every gesture and eyebrow.However, his gentle and peaceful posture makes him more like a gentle dream floating in the chaotic world, always hovering in the most distant and within reach.

No one can get this man, Hirako Mako thought so, from the beginning to the end, even Hideaki Fukawa, who was closest to him, never really got him, so after so many years, he still couldn't forget it and held it in his heart.