[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

Ding--

The slender and graceful tip of the knife collided accurately with Daiguren Hirinmaru's guard showing his true posture, and the unexpectedly powerful force contained in the tip of the knife directly missed Hirinmaru's pointing finger at the fatal blow that Aizen's vest was about to unleash. .

"Mako Hirako!" Hitsugaya Toshirō flew out, almost brushing Aizen's shoulders, with his long tail made of ice and snow drawing a brilliant trajectory behind him, the talented young captain of the soul world with more veins on his head, He roared angrily at the blond man with his back to the battle, "What are you doing!"

Shaking the slender wrist, retracting the caress connected to the other end of the hair-thin Reishi silk thread, a certain mask who just threw the Zanpakutō, which is related to honor, disgrace and solidarity, as a large hidden weapon to smash people, lazily touched the bridge of his nose , burped a full and comfortable belch: "Yeah, young people, don't be so angry. If you are not careful, you will cause a psychological shadow." Ni Fu, who was about to fall into the embrace of the master again, swiped in mid-air With a strange but indescribably beautiful arc, it easily split the invisible barrier in the air into two, "You think so? Soyousuke."

The brown-haired man with a slender and tall figure revealed from behind the shattered barrier lightly brushed aside the bangs that blocked the corner of his eyes, looked at him with a half-smile and slowly stood up from the crowd of the masked army, and was slowly crackling Hirako Mako, who was moving every muscle and bone in her body, said, "I suddenly feel regretful, Captain Hirako."

As if understanding the unfinished meaning of Aizen's words, Hirako showed an undisguised expression of disgust on his face that he did not want to be taught, and turned away the corner of his mouth in disgust: "It's Hinata again, Soyousuke. You won't treat that cute Does your little girl have any weird obsessions?"

"How could it be?" Several times, Aizen escaped from the encirclement encircled by the captains and turned back, coping with the siege of the captains with ease, and even had time to show a graceful expression to the blond mask standing by the sword and holding the knife. With a gentle smile, "You have always been my only obsession, Captain Hirako."

The black Shiba outfit and the snow-white Xuye suit, flashing and moving like sparks, swords and swords come and go calmly, even Mako Hirako can't deny that at this moment, under the clear sky, among the flowing clouds, no matter how many death knives Swords come and go, how many captains shuttle back and forth, and the murderous blades are intertwined day by day, as if they can smash any heaven and earth net that dares to step into this restricted area of ​​life. White exists.

no matter how many opponents

No matter how strong the opponent is

from start to finish

It's all just an act of publicity.

Like the white clouds that come out of Xiuxiu

like the bright moonlight

so lonely

Also beautiful to thrilling one-man show

The gorgeous spiritual light of the one-knife cremation soared into the sky, standing between heaven and earth like an immortal monument.

The man in white clothes like snow jumped out from the blazing fire, and stepped on the ruined ruins with a light and vigorous posture, like a triumphant king walking slowly from under the cross obelisk reflecting the sunlight.

Not gorgeous, not magnificent, not grand, but undeniable, that is a gesture of victory.

Pingzi narrowed his eyes slowly, and the cold touch of the fingertips clenched on the handle of the knife was so vivid that it could not be ignored, silently reminding him how hot the liquid flowing in his blood vessels was, and it was boiling for the man in front of him.

The moment the four eyes met, the cold light gray was infected with the gentleness of light brown, Pingzi raised one corner of his mouth fiercely and murmured softly in an almost dreamy voice: "I saw it, like a white dove among crows. Jump forward and back."

As if he hadn't expected to receive such a direct compliment, Aizen's unconcealable surprise appeared on his face, which was replaced by a sweet and gentle smile: "I got unexpected appreciation, I'm so happy that it's a bit beyond my expectation Well, Captain Hirako."

"To be honest, I'm a little out of tune with your sudden undisguised bluntness." Hirako suddenly clenched the handle of the Zanpakutō, deeply digging the uneven texture into his palm, and was overwhelmed by the sudden boiling. Desire almost rushed to the sky and his reason returned again. Pingzi took a deep breath, and gave the last order to the masked army behind him, so that he would have no worries, "Luo Wu, take everyone and leave immediately..." The voice paused , "Take these unconscious Reapers."

"Hey, bald Mako, you..." The first one who jumped up and disobeyed the order was the lawless and violent loli who dared to put shoe prints on Mr. Yamamoto's forehead, but halfway through the protest, she was caught by a Aichuan Luowu, who was dragged out of the battlefield rudely regardless of Sanqi 21, let go of a loud voice, "This is what was agreed a long time ago." Well, our task is just to delay the time, so that the Shinigami of Goutei [-]th Division will not be wiped out before Hirako arrives."

"You surprised me again." Aizen looked at the Masked Legion who left the devastated battlefield with the death god dragging corpses all over the field, and then focused all his attention on the hunched face in front of him, with a face that would never be serious The leisurely and thin man said, "After watching the battle just now, you still want to stop me with your own strength?"

"Who says I'm the only one left here." Pingzi raised his thumb, pointing over his shoulder to the only surviving God of Death in black, "Isn't this guy still here~~~~"

"Besides," Hirako spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders, "It was only after watching the battle just now that I became more certain about one thing, Soyousuke."

"Oh?"

"That is, a guy of your level is definitely not able to rely on the superiority in numbers, rush up to group P, and then be pushed down to the ground and do whatever he wants."

Facing the unscrupulous speech of a certain mask, the blue boss was very calm and paralyzed in cosplay: "..."

"So..." Pingzi clasped his open hands in front of his chest, "I'm going to change my strategy and take turns one by one."

Big Blue Boss continued to maintain the expression == with a calm expression on his face: "..."

With a smart snap of his fingers, Hirako Mako turned around and left. The moment he passed by the orange-headed savior with a dull face behind him, a merciless slap on the shoulder blade directly sent the staggering savior into the Putting it in the bowl of BOSS, the moment I looked back, every syllable in the Kansai dialect with a humorous accent was full of undisguised banter: "Close the door and put strawberries."