[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

Like a tragic wail, but also like a joyful □□ sounded in everyone's ears one after another the moment Hirako pressed his finger.

Even in the daylight, the bright blue aura is still showing off its figure like a supernova that suddenly exploded. At first, it was only scattered dots, but soon entangled and fused into a dense and boundless mass in the flickering like breathing and heartbeat. The endless ocean of stars.

Countless viscous and turbid milky white liquids poured out from the center of the bright blue aura, unscrupulously twisting the liquid body lacking bone support in mid-air, the golden one-eyed rose from the smooth or wrinkled surface, and the eyeballs without eyelids covered them like The moment the hungry wolf passed by the spirit body that was staring at it, it flashed greedy and thirsty green light undisguisedly.

Whispering voices in the air overlapped and echoed, and finally converged into a grand and enthusiastic noise.

"Look, it's a spirit."

"That's right, it's really a spirit."

"I haven't seen such a powerful spirit for a long time..."

"Yes, yes, yes..."

"I'm so hungry, so hungry, I'm so hungry..."

"Let's eat it, let's eat it..."

"Okay, let's eat it together..."

"Okay, let's eat it together..."

"We ate it together..."

"Eat it..."

Whispering whispers turned into raucous discussions, boiling discussions turned into deafening roars, countless shouts of hunger and thirst turned into a deafening torrent, accompanied by the surging white turbidity rushing towards the blue dye in the mid-air, and the latter The propped up spirit seed barrier collided and rolled, soaring into the sky, setting off a majestic wave of spirit seeds.

"Mako..." The savior, Little Strawberry, looked around with a pale complexion. There was a Reiatsu that was colder and darker than Xu, and a greedy and gloomy white turbid liquid, unconsciously heading in the direction of the "killed" trio of profiteers who couldn't take care of themselves. Get closer, "What are those things?"

Dexterously, he came out through the gaps of the white liquid with golden eyeballs swarming like indigo, brushed off a wisp of cloudy white sticking to his temples, and rolled his eyes with disgust: "These things? Gadgets are not things."

Although these pales that almost filled the entire field of vision rushed towards the big blue boss who had just broken out of the shell without hesitation from the moment they appeared, it is obvious that they are more interested in whitening the whole body of the long-haired queen Yu Chao | The inflatable doll that can't be restarted on the ground, but the colder and more obscure premonition than the already accustomed Reiatsu still makes the single-cell hot-blooded Xiaoqiang who is rare and quick-witted subconsciously choose to bring the unconscious weight The wounded are far from right and wrong.

"Don't joke around at a time like this." Frowning fiercely, Kurosaki Strawberry put one of his father's hands across his neck on his shoulders, "These things are definitely not fake, but what are they? !"

Mako Hirako came over in a blink of an eye and kicked the ass of the clog hat. The profiteer who was lying in the ruins and pretended to be dead just before Hirako's vigorous toes were about to kiss the fragile tailbone Restored to a lively state, together with the teaching props of a hand-torn girlfriend (?) who was personally demonstrated by the BOSS, the cat demon queen who lost half of her arm also grew up from the white tide that covered the sky and the sun with healthy limbs And rise.

"Yeah, let me explain this kind of thing." With one hand, I don't know which corner I hid before, so that after such a fierce battle, I can still maintain a more glamorous and complete state than my master. Smiling, he opened it in front of him with a slap, and just rightly covered the distorted smiling face with the black and blue clogs that had been pulled to the corner of his mouth, "Hiss—Senior Mako, don't add fuel to the flames."

Silently withdrew the fingers that poked the back of the profiteer's neck, casually wiped off the smear of red on the fingertips, flicked the fingertips, and glanced at the corner of the mouth: "Although these things will only follow the instinct to devour the strongest spiritual power source around, But that doesn't mean we're absolutely safe. If you want to start a basic common sense cram school, wait until we leave this enchantment before making a long speech. I don't want to stay here at all, and become a pond fish that is steamed and sliced ​​in braised sauce. Xiaoxisuke."

"Help your old man, little strawberry."

"Don't call me Strawberry! Uh, what's that weird hole... Whoa!"

Withdrawing the incomparably noble buttocked left foot that just greeted the savior, the blond mask supporting the arbitrary door leading to the outside of the barrier lazily droops three white eyes with whale teeth bared, and the small gray eyes stare at each other maliciously. Quilts, no, lifelong good friends turned around: "Are you going by yourself, or will I deliver them?"

Cat demon & profiteer: "==..."

————————————————— I am the dividing line beyond the enchantment —————————————————

"Mr. Mikami, long time no see. Your chess skills are even more exquisite than in memory." The man wrapped from head to toe in a black robe lightly rolled up his wide sleeves, and his slender and white fingers were held by the silver-haired beauty standing beside him. From the chess box in front of his chest, he took out a sunspot as warm as jade and gently placed it on a corner of the torreya wood chessboard.

With a stooped figure, pale face and white hair, the sparse white beard on the chin trembles with the transient rise of the corners of the mouth that is always used to being pulled down. Gently twisting the teacup by his side with his fingers, his wrinkled lips gently leaned against the teacup of the rainy sky: "Well, it's been a long time since I saw you, your level of making tea is still as good..."

"There are only three things to do." Seemingly aware of the old man's unobtrusive pause, the black-robed man's clear voice thoughtfully shook his eardrums in a timely manner, "you can call me nothing but three things."

"The black market dealer who walks outside the rules is no more than three?"

"That's right, that matter is only three."

"It's cold and lonely, and the most important thing is that you can bear the days without beauties."

"...Ahaha, in fact, this kind of boring life has passed for a long time, and I got used to it naturally. After all, in essence, all I need is Ayimei."

"Hey... those two guys in front... why did you hit me, Dad!"

"Silly boy, that is Mr. Mikami Ito, who has been a history lecturer since the establishment of Mao. Although he is only an insignificant history lecturer, he has surpassed Captain Yamamoto and Captain Unohana in Jinglingting, and has won the title of Corpse Soul World. The terrible existence of the number one person who cannot be provoked. The psychological shadow created by Mao students, especially the gifted students, is more than the sum of the psychological trauma that Captain Unokana created for the members of the [-]th squad!"

"Dad..."

"I'm telling you, Ichigo..."

"Father..."

"Don't interrupt..."

"It's really impolite to interrupt the intimate conversation between your father and son. I'm just very curious about the topic of 'psychological trauma'." The gentle and watery voice of a mature woman came from behind, and the result of subconsciously turning her head halfway following the voice was The black-bellied Virgin Mary captain of the 20th team can't help the chills down his spine, the pure man like the eighth master, the gentle and elegant smiling face of the menacing Yamato Nadeko is not unexpectedly reflected on the petrochemical chest, "Can you tell me?" How about more details? Mr. Shiba Isshin, the former captain of the [-]th division who has been missing for [-] years."

"I've been trying to remind you since just now that Captain Unohana is right behind you, stupid dad."

Kurosaki Isshin TAT: "..."

"It's really a hero who sees the same thing, eight thousand streams." The white-haired old man, who was so old that he would not be surprised if he died in the next moment, raised his slack eyelids, and the sharp sword-like light pierced the black The male master of the Saki family would be greeted by his son's cheeky face every morning, and he felt a little pain, "I am also curious about what is meant by an 'insignificant history lecturer', Shiba-kun."

Kurosaki Isshin QAQX2: "..."

——Okay, so far, the author can only sincerely wish Strawberry Dad that you have a good time cleaning the kitchen.

"Misakami-sensei, please let this man go first." The last blond mask walking out of the opened arbitrary door raised his right hand over his shoulder pointingly, and the raised thumb happened to point to the door that was being crossed. More and more unknown liquids are chasing and intercepting, 360 degrees without dead ends, the big blue boss wrapped into a ball, "After all, he is also an indispensable part~~"

Slowly placing the white piece with his fingertips on top of the black piece that was less than three, the gray-haired but still majestic lecturer Mao focused his distracted attention on the chessboard again: "Now all of us are only you. Just follow the horse's lead, and I have no objection."

"Thank you for your magnanimity, even if it's only temporary.—and with additional interest." Hirako Mako suppressed the urge to relive the distant student days—raised her right hand to touch the dull right forehead, which is usually from Mikami After the powerful human-shaped sleeping pills of the brand took effect, the part that was taken care of by the chalk tip or the blackboard eraser grinned, "Captain Unohana, can you please treat Mr. Yixin's injury right now? In order to prevent Mr. Aizen, but was bruised and scarred."

The black-bellied Madonna of the [-]th team smiled tenderly and gracefully: "Of course. After all, this has been agreed in Xuquan. After the defeat of the [-]th team of Goutei, you helped take care of and transfer the wounded. And I will do my duty as a doctor, and do my best to ensure the health and safety of everyone present here."

"Hey hey hey... Mako, you can't do this! You really can't do this!"

"An Xin West Road, Yi Xin Sang. You must trust Captain Unozhihua's superb medical skills. Except for a little pain during the treatment process, I guarantee that there will be no sequelae." The folding fan pressed against the edge of the upper lip, "You mean it? Captain Unohana."

"Of course. But I need to make a correction..." The uncrowned king of Goutei's thirteenth division, the first-generation Kenbafu and Rili's background that even the old man Yamamoto was unwilling to provoke easily, suddenly blackened into a dark abyss with a little bit of phosphorus floating, The gloomy cold wind made people's bones start to ache, "It's not a little pain, but very painful."

Kurosaki looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle with all his heart, and said brightly and sadly: "..."

Completely ignoring the tragic experience of his own idiot father, who was lame and lamentable, and blamed himself, Little Strawberry just frowned fiercely: "What the hell are those things? It makes me feel worse than nothing."

"Any creature with a sense of spiritual pressure will feel disgusted by those poor guys." Shi Busan gently placed the sunspot between his fingers on the other open palm, turned his head slightly, and let the soft and drooping The thick blackness under the hood met the suspicious eyes of the hot-blooded single-cell Xiaoqiang Savior, "After all, that is more incomplete than Xu, and closer to the pure form of evil."

"I don't quite understand what you said. And..."

"The situation there, all the people here will not know better than this person." Lecturer Mao, who lost his opponent, said slowly in the slightly slow and dry voice unique to the elderly, "Aizen's strength makes you Messed up and lost the most basic patience. Young man."

A deep and flexible laughter escaped from the pitch-black hood, which was unique to Shibu San when he was completely excited. The nervous, fluctuating tone filled the auditory nerves of Little Strawberry who was still frowning: " Mikami-sensei has won the prize, and I just know a little more than others because of special circumstances. To figure it out, you should first figure out two concepts, the young man of the Kurosaki family."

"Two...concepts?"

"Ah, that's right." Shi Busan raised two white fingers like jade, emphasizing the number with special meaning with exaggerated movements, "You have to figure out the so-called spirit, whether it's a human, a god of death, or a Quincy master. , or virtual, these 'complete' souls are composed of two parts. That is - soul and soul."

"Soul and soul?"

"As for the so-called soul and soul, if you use an inaccurate analogy, it is like reason and instinct. As reason, or the 'good' side, the soul is the shackles that limit the infinite expansion of the instinct, and the soul is what happens if you lose your reason. The desire to control will expand infinitely. This is why the long knife of the god of death is named Zanpakuto instead of Zanpakuto. Power, and this power can break and reshape the balance of soul and soul in the soul, so the void that was slashed by the Zanpakuto is not dissipated but purified, and at the same time, the gentle application of soul burial can help the lack of power. Maintain the stability of your own form. According to nearly 100 years of investigations, those who entered the world of souls through the Zanpakuto soul burial can live longer in the street of souls than those who come to the world of souls independently."

"I don't see how this has anything to do with Aizen's current situation."

"Of course there is a connection, Kurosaki-kun." The brim of the hood covering the entire head trembled slightly, "Since I deliberately emphasized completeness, and specifically explained that the spirit is composed of two parts, the soul, then It means that the soul and the soul can be separated."

"A single soul can barely maintain a part of its form during life—but it must be incomplete. In order to make the lack complete, it will tear any soul that enters its perception. And a single soul has no fixed form..." It's nothing but The top leader of the reactionary armed forces, "is in a viscous liquid state, the color is cloudy and pale, and there is a golden eyeball floating in groups. When present, they hunt in association, because their infinitely expansive nature preferentially hunts creatures with the highest Reiatsu within range of perception."

As if responding to the description of the black market merchant, the surface of the pale sphere like a melted bone suddenly opened a dense golden eye, which is dense enough to inspire any intelligent creature to remain in the blood. unpleasant memories.

Little Strawberry shivered firmly, and turned his eyes unconsciously: "You mean, those things surrounding Aizen are souls? So many eyes... there are hundreds of them."

"It's not a few thousand." The matter was only a matter of shaking the white and transparent fingers on the chest, "it's a total of one hundred thousand. These souls were captured from the depths of hell by me and Mishishi Pure Land for 70 years Hundreds of thousands of evil people, and it took 30 years to separate and refine the souls of these evil people with the help of the Gate of Vientiane. Every eye on that huge cocoon represents hundreds or even thousands of lives that were once intact."

"Hiss—" Kurosaki Ichigo couldn't help taking a breath because of the astonishing cruelty, and the savior, who was full of justice, asked loudly, "How can you disregard human life like this! To achieve your goal, sacrifice like Aizen One hundred thousand lives!"

"You don't understand the situation in hell, and you don't understand how bad it has fallen into." Facing the aggressive questioning, the voice of Shibu San was still excited and erratic, "If you sacrifice [-] lives, you can Temporarily guarantee that the barrier between hell and the world will not be weakened, the boundary will not disappear, the deadly miasma in hell will not pollute the world, and turn this place into a real hell on earth, then even if it is ten times or a hundred times more sacrifices, we will not hesitate. Hesitation! In comparison, separating and purifying their souls is nothing more than waste utilization. What's more, what these [-] souls can do is to limit and delay Aizen's actions, and create opportunities for someone to kill Aizen That's all."

"Create a chance for someone to kill Aizen? But, aren't everyone in the barrier here?"

"Oh? Is that really the case?" A thin blue light flashed under the black hood, "There is a person who has never left. How dare you leave such an unexpected surprise for Aizen It's not as cruel as usual."

"I can't help it, who made me love him so much." Hirako spread his hands, raised the corners of his lips, his iron-gray eyes reflected the sunny sky of Karakura Town coldly and indifferently, "Isn't that guy who died in Pure Land always Love to say a word - if you love the protagonist, you should make him the Little White Virgin White Lotus, and if you love the boss, you should give him a scumbag."