[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

"Ugh~~~~~~~"

With an exaggerated groan, Mako Hirako straightened up slightly from the reclining chair that was adjusted to the most suitable angle for sleeping, and stretched a lazy waist that was completely comparable to the voice in her throat.

"Aha, I slept so comfortably." Obviously, because I just restarted the system from the sleep state, I completely forgot that I am not on a branch of a tree in the Zhenyang Lingyuan Academy that is sunny and suitable for sleep. In the rest room attached to the fourth division captain's office, Hirako yawned and turned sideways in a chic way following the new conditioned reflex he had recently developed, and then...

Boom——ah~ah~~~

A muffled sound unique to the landing of a heavy object was followed by an exclamation with a distinct Kansai flavor. In the impression, he was full of his heroic and heroic posture as he took off and jumped. On the thick and soft felt in the fourth division captain's lounge.

The rustling sound of the wooden sliding door rubbing against the slideway made of the same material came suddenly in the ear, Mako Hirako grabbed the silky blond hair on the back of her head and raised her head lazily: "Yo~ it's Captain Unohana."

"Suddenly heard a voice coming from the lounge, so come and have a look." The gentle and watery female Reaper replaced the slightly sweet and sleep-promoting warm fragrance on the coffee table with a refreshing, elegant and cool fragrance. Tun Mako Hirako got up from the carpet, his lazy and slow movements were hard to associate with the young man's vigorous and swift appearance in the battle, "Did Hirako-kun have another nightmare?"

"No, eh——it's a rare sleep that I enjoyed so much." The hand holding the back of the head slid to the back of the neck that was slightly stiff from sleeping too long, "Although it's not a nightmare, but when I wake up, my head is empty. I don’t remember the feeling, but it still makes people uncomfortable.”

Goutei's [-]th division's leading Notre Dame captain, and Hirako's attending doctor for a while, gracefully picked up the cool teapot on the coffee table, and looked at it, probably because the soft and thick blanket was too comfortable to lie on, and he was still lying on the bed. The blond Grim Reaper, who had no intention of getting up, smiled gently: "Would you like some tea?"

"No need." Shrugging her shoulders chicly, Hirako Mako finally propped up one hand half leaning half leaning half leaning on the recliner wrapped in the wooden load-bearing under the soft cloth, one leg propped up comfortably, Kansai accent with a little big Waking up from the dream, the slightly sticky nasal voice asked vaguely, "Well, what kind of person is Hideaki Fukawa?"

Perhaps because of just waking up, Mako Hirako's light gray eyes are listless and dead fish-like most of the time, revealing a rare confusion and confusion. The Kansai accent is so light that it seems to be drifting into someone's dream, and the volume is very loud. Light, the speaking speed is very slow, and even the always unscrupulous ascending final sound is just a faint sigh when the vocal cords are trembled slightly when it passes through the throat.

This sentence is not so much asking for proof from the only woman present, but rather a questioning of Hirako Makoto herself, like a whisper so light that even the person involved may not be able to understand the universe.

However, unexpectedly, almost at the moment when this mosquito-like question came to an end, another warm and soft female voice reminiscent of the beautiful sun in spring, the cool breeze in summer night, and a soothing and uplifting female voice appeared without warning. Answered Mako Hirako's question: "Is the wise gentleman? As the god of death, he is a man who can still show the most calm and elegant smile even if he stands on the cliff where bones are piled up and in the lake where blood gathers."

Hirako, who seemed to be addicted to his own thoughts and could not extricate himself, suddenly came back to his senses, raised his light gray eyes to look at the chair sitting on the other side of the coffee table, and said that as a doctor, he must never say anything to Unohanaretsu who speaks amazingly in the mouth.

The latter was showing him a friendly and gentle familiar smile like a signboard.

Hirako Mako pulled all of Jiang Hua's facial muscles, which always put inexplicable pressure on others in a deadpan state, and tried to pull out an exaggerated and weird grin at the corner of his mouth: "Then what is the original knowing the other side?" What kind of person?"

"You can't push yourself like this, Mr. Ping Zi." The corners of the corners of the corners of the eyes of the captain of the Fourth Division Virgin Mary sitting in the chair suddenly deepened, and then there was the chilling back hidden behind the gentleness and kindness. A strange shadow, "The Second Division will sort out and update the monitoring report for internal members every 50 years, and remove the records of members who have died in the line of duty and resigned from the team. ——The original captain was once the third seat of the Second Division."

Does this mean that I should go to the second team to deal with junk files?Captain Unohana, since you know the answer, you still go around in such a big circle and ask me to check it myself, are you kidding me?

Probably because at this moment, Pingzi is still too immature and lacks control over the muscles that often cramp on his face, so that he accidentally leaked some shady and sincere heartfelt words when he raised his eyebrows, Unoka The captain said at the right time: "The original captain is a very interesting person. If Ping Zijun really wants to know this person, you might as well go and investigate it yourself. Maybe you will get an unexpected surprise."

In other words, this is not a man who can speak clearly in a few words, right?Mako Hirako raised her eyebrows again, and began to recall Yuan Zhibifang's magnificent resume, which was at least twice as thick as the three or four captains combined.

Yuan Zhibifang, graduated as the chief outstanding student of Shino Spiritual Art Academy, entered the first team as the 14th seat, and then transferred to the third team to take the eighth seat, the sixth team to take the nine seats, the tenth team to take the six seats, and the nine The four seats in the division, three seats in the second division, and five seats in the fourth division. During the fourth division, he served as the attending doctor of the captain of the thirteenth division Shishiro Ukitake. Later, he was transferred to the thirteenth division for medical reasons. The position of deputy captain, 26 years later, the captain of the fifth team died in battle, and became the captain of the fifth team until [-] years ago, when he died.After the cause of death, there is a line of big black characters painted with silver hooks and red inside - died at the hands of vice-captain Fuchuan Hideaki.

It's really rare to see a guy with such a wide range of people.Hirako Mako looked up at the setting sun outside the window, and the scene of red clouds all over the sky, and finally moved her hips that seemed to be rooted on the blanket and stood up: "It's so late, I really bother you today. Captain Flower."

Fingers climbed onto the wooden door frame, and the golden streamer scattered on the shoulders caused shallow ripples behind him because of the sudden pause of the master. Mako Hirako turned back slowly, and the light gray pupils were covered by a strand of golden long hair on the sideburns. Divided into two, the Kansai accent dragged out a meaningful inquiry: "Is it because the fifth team is next to the fourth team? Captain Unohana's news is very well-informed~~~"

Captain Unohana didn't answer Mako Hirako's sharp question, but pointed to the special desk of the captain of the Fourth Division who was placed directly opposite the door: "If you are curious, Hirako-kun, you might as well take a look."

Hirako looked in the direction pointed by the gentle and gentle Yamato Nadeko's white and slender fingertips, and the next second, the corners of her mouth twitched gorgeously there.

As far as the eye can see, spread out on the captain's desk, which is as big as a bed in any captain's office, is a book with the cover of a group photo of him and Hideaki Fukagawa who was secretly photographed at some time, which is full of gossip lace , an entertainment gossip magazine filled with pink bubbles.Surrounded by colorful headlines, the faces of the two people are smiling brightly and blindingly in the delicate atmosphere.

Of course, this is not the most important thing, the most important thing is a row of sleek and extraordinarily cheerful fancy characters on the top of the magazine, which occupies the most eye-catching position - Journal of the Jinglingting Women's Death Association.