[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

The poisonous snake dormant in the heart finally spits out its deadly fangs, and the silver sharp gun pierces through the fog of time through a long time of 100 years.

Ichimaru Gin held Kyoka Suigetsu's fingers tightly and tightened them even more forcefully. After hunting the flying sleeves in the strong wind caused by the blade ejected like a cannonball, his strange smile quietly converged into a solemn silence, and then he once again Slowly opened the ruby ​​eyes, and brought in the slender silhouette of Aizen after the mist, the straight and deep corners of the lips were turned up again to form an impeccable and enchanting mask, and the frivolous and slippery Kansai accent was full of rising ending notes All of them were jokes pretending to be regretful that cannot be wronged: "Yeah, you are indeed Captain Aizen~~~~ Have you been dodged?"

The milky white fog that gradually dissipated suddenly rolled violently, the result of Aizen's first evolution - the face that had no special changes but was inexplicably bewildered was faintly discernible behind the fog, perhaps because it was so strong that it had surpassed the sense of death. The ultimate spiritual pressure, or just encountered the most unexpected assassination at a close distance, passed from the fingertips from the mirror, the water and the moon, the cold and calm touch is still as calm as the deep sea, and the blue dye is low and soft The moment a voice that was so slow that it could even be called ambiguous came slowly from behind the mist, the young man with fluffy and soft silver short hair unconsciously tightened the corners of his lips—although there was only an illusion For a brief moment: "Maybe not?"

Ichimaru Gin let out a self-deprecating short laugh, and the murderous aura that was as sharp as a knife dissipated without a trace. He was still holding the tip of the Kyoka Shuigetsu knife, but the gentle movements of his fingertips were just like unconscious touch: "I never thought of this It can stab you with one knife, Captain Aizan."

"The swastika of the magic gun——the magic gun, the speed of elongation is 500 times the speed of sound, and the maximum distance of elongation is 5 li." The suddenly rising spiritual pressure easily tore through the surrounding mist that was about to move, Aizen calmly The smiling face, the silver pupils are like a sharpshooter, and the cold blade reveals the ruthlessness hidden under this seemingly warm smile, "At this speed and at such a close distance, even if the target is me, the probability of missing is infinitely close to Zero. Have you ever thought that my safety and well-being is just an illusion created by the illusion?"

As if wanting to confirm the elegant and gorgeous outline of Kyoka Shuigetsu in his hand, Ichimaru Gin suddenly suppressed the long knife raised in his hand: "Now your Kyoka Shuigetsu can't deceive me, Captain Aizan."

"The ability of Jinghua Suiyue is called complete hypnosis. It is a Zanpakuto that can freely distort other people's five senses according to the will of the master. Of course, this is not the real scary thing about Jinghua Suiyue. The most terrifying thing about Jinghua Suiyue is that anyone who has seen Jinghua Suiyue will understand it. Permanently become captives of Kyoka Shuigetsu, as long as Kyoka Shuigetsu enters the initial state, they can freely manipulate their senses. This is indeed a very terrifying ability." Ichimaru Gin bent the corners of his eyes deeper, allowing the thick and colorful shadows to spread rapidly in the eyes, "But just Just as there can be no perfect Shinigami in this world, there will be no impeccable Zanpakuto in this world. And the only way to be immune to complete hypnosis is to hold the blade of Kyoka Suigetsu before Kyoka Shuigetsu begins to unravel."

The easy-going smile finally disappeared from Aizen's lips, and then a more calm smile slowly climbed up to the silver iris shining with the cold light of metal and inorganic matter. He just said in a voice that was deeper than ever and full of spine-chilling deterrence: "I don't think I told you about the weakness of the mirror, Silver."

"Of course you didn't tell me about the weakness of the mirror, Captain Aizan." The shadows gathered in Gin Ichimaru's eyes became more and more intense, and the corners of the mouth that were raised fiercely were full of mockery and malice. Deliberately protracted to the point of being mysterious, and provoked a subtle upswing at the end, "But you told...another person yourself, didn't you?"

The moment the words fell, the inscrutable smile on Aizen's lips that seemed never to fade suddenly disappeared, and at the same time, the silver-haired young man who raised his arms again called out his strongest move in a deep and ruthless voice: " No steps and even blades!"

The silver knife light is like a torrential rain pouring towards the target locked by the killing intent, and it is also like rain hitting plantain beads and walking on a jade plate in the cold and bleak winter wind, which arouses continuous clear and passionate gold and iron symphony.

The last knife traced a purple electric silver dragon in the air and slowly retracted the drooping and deep sleeves. There was a bright red and coquettish blood color swaying along the short and sharp blade of the sharp gun and swaying at the tip of the drooping knife.

"Yeah, Captain Aizen, you are indeed the most terrifying enemy. Even in this kind of undefended situation, you still almost completely defended against my sharp gun."

Aizen stared deeply at the silver-haired young man in front of him who was almost raised by him alone. The reflection in the silver pupils that couldn't find the focus of his sight seemed to be another similar but completely different figure. His long, soft hair was fluttering, and the man, bathed in the winter sun that had completely lost its temperature, let the gurgling blood flow windingly along his shoulder blades and arms.The suffocating silence seems to have lasted longer than a century, and it seems to be just a flash of lightning, and the corners of Aizen's lips raised with a trace of self-deprecating, but more of it is Ichimaru Gin, or Everyone is familiar with the incomparably noble and graceful grace with a certain arrogance that is so obvious that it cannot be ignored: "I didn't expect that I would be disturbed and swayed by other people's words. It is really a novel and interesting experience. The reason I revealed to you, then I have to say, I'm starting to regret it."

"Regret not killing him sooner?"

"No, I just regret that I didn't work harder to make him..." Lan Ran looked sideways at the golden figure on the tall building outside the barrier. Ran easily caught his cold eyes following closely, "Fall in love with me."

"Then I want to say sorry, Captain Aizan." The silver-haired young man's malicious smile widened instantly, "I'm afraid you won't have the chance to make up for your regrets. When that man told me all this, he didn't even intend to give You have a chance to reform yourself~~~~"

Aizen turned his gaze away, the wound on his shoulder that has been refusing to heal has shown some ominous signs of coming, but he still calmly responded to the vice-captain who has been together day and night for 100 years and has loved each other for 100 years: " It sounds like there is another mystery behind the swastika of the sharp gun, maybe it can't be stretched so fast, nor can it be stretched so long?"

"As expected of Captain Aizen." The young man with soft and gorgeous silver hair opened his eyes slightly, revealing the bewitching crimson color hidden deep behind his eyelids, "It's like you never told me about the weakness of the mirror, and I am in God I also lied to you about the ability of the spear's swastika. It is true that the sharp spear's swastika can't be stretched so fast, nor can it be stretched so long, but at the moment of piercing the enemy's body and retracting, part of the blade can melt The dust stays in the opponent's body." Gin Ichimaru raised the sharp gun in his hand, and showed the eye-catching cracks on the smooth and flat knife in front of Aizen's eyes, "And the dust will turn into cell-dissolving poison and melt the opponent away .”

The moment the last syllable of the Kyoto dialect was placed in the icy air by its owner, the diarrhoea, which resided in the wound, erupted violently, swallowing Aizen's shoulder and the entire left leg almost as quickly as lightning. After the arm, it is like an insatiable giant snake salivating towards the heart and head. The unique gorgeous and gorgeous aura when the spirit son collapsed depicts the hideous appearance of the gradually expanding wound in the most gorgeous way. The most irresistible gesture firmly launched a grand and irreversible death.

The moment the black wings of death covered the entire field of vision, Ichimaru Gin's ethereal voice slowly came from the end of the auditory nerve, and every word was like the sharpest arrow piercing the fragmented heart: "Oh, there is something unexpectedly I forgot to tell you, Captain Aizan. Everything I said just now was his careful advice after he knew the ability of my sharp gun—about how to kill you without any risk.”

Aizen slightly opened his thin lips, as if he wanted to call for something, but at the moment when the first syllable was about to roll off the tip of his lips, teeth and tongue, the violent attack of poison and the pain that penetrated into the bone marrow made him bend down arms, tightly holding the heart that was slowly melting in the chest cavity.

"Captain Pingzi."

"Captain Pingzi!"

"Pingzi Captain..."

"How many times have I told you, don't call me by my name in such a tense tone! Sousuke." The man who was called revealed half of his golden head from the opposite side of the roof ridge in the remote courtyard of the Fifth Division , followed by the signature impatient three-rolled eyes and grinning whale teeth, "You are not a pretty and cute little girl, it's really disgusting to call you that."

The [-]th Division finally once again achieved the operational goal of finding the captain who skipped work. The hard-working deputy captain nimbly jumped up to the eaves, stepped over the sloping ridge and walked towards the snow-white captain Haori, who was lying comfortably on top of the snow-white captain, lazily. A slender and thin blond man bathed in the golden red sunset.

The hair cast in gold winds freely around the feet like running water, and the silky and smooth texture tempts every viewer who is attracted by it to stretch out their fingers to explore the more wonderful touch than imagined.Apparently, the conscientious vice-captain of the Fifth Division had no intention of rejecting this temptation. He slowly bent his knees and half-kneeled on the cold, hard gray tiles, and stretched out his hands to slowly pick up the piece of gold that flowed wantonly.

The blond man lying on his back in the white feathers of the captain of the [-]th Division just frowned at his vice-captain's arrogance far beyond the relationship between the principal and vice-captain, and let go of the palm lingering on his hair, impatiently The corners of his mouth were turned aside to reveal a row of neat and excessively big dies: "Since you are looking for me everywhere at this time, is there something that forced me to come forward? Yousuke Soo."

"It's just some insignificant issues." Vice-captain Aizen spread his fingers, letting the golden hair slide down gently from his fingertips like an invisible stream of water, "I suddenly feel that it's better not to bother Captain Pingzi with such trivial matters." .”

The light gray eyes casually glanced over the brown-haired brown-eyed man. The striking frosty white in the center of the dark domineering outfit——the belt across the waist, the blond captain of the fifth division lazily turned sideways and gave up half of the captain. Haori slumped his shoulders lazily: "Then what are you going to do? Use that flirtatious..."

"It's a mirror image! Captain Pingzi." Deputy Captain Aizen, who had just been lying next to Pingzi, straightened up in embarrassment, 囧囧 corrected him ==.

The latter shrugged the corner of his mouth indifferently, and spread his hands to make trouble out of no reason: "Whatever it is. Your Zanpakuto name is long and hard to remember, who knows how to pronounce it."

Completely defeated by his own captain's indifferent attitude, Aizan's vice-captain could only lower his head and stare at the palm of someone casually resting on his folded knee, listening to the unsatisfactory complaints in Kansai accent: "And it's still so annoying Flowing water system, God knows if it’s a cloud of water vapor staying by my side right now.”

The vice-captain of the [-]th division was slightly startled, and vigilantly raised his light-colored eyes hidden behind the gentle and thick black-rimmed glasses that decorated his handsome face: "Does Captain Hirako want to know the weakness of Kyoka Suigetsu?"

Putting it on her knees, her slender fingers trembled slightly like the master's figure, a delicate face of astonishment appeared in Aizen's sight, and the light gray eyes under the golden bangs slowly ignited an indisputable passion. Angry, "What do you think I'm doing? Testing you? Soyosuke?"

Aizen quietly stared at the face of the blond man in front of him who was tense because of being offended. In the afterglow of the setting sun, the burning anger derived a strange magic power, which suddenly controlled the reason he was proud of. nerve.He suddenly grabbed the wrist that was about to withdraw from the knee, and before the strength brewing in the opponent's suddenly contracted muscles exploded into a sharp white blow, he drew out the mirror flower at his waist and placed the opponent's palm that was about to close into a fist gently but forcefully. The flower in the mirror, the moon in the water, and the gorgeous flowing water cloud patterns.

"What are you doing?" Pingzi raised one eyebrow suspiciously, but didn't try to pull away from Aizen's palm and the mirror, "I can't break this thing with bare hands."

The sudden agglomeration of swords in the air also disappeared as abruptly as it had appeared before, realizing that his vice-captain obviously did not intend to commit an offense. The blond-haired captain yawned lazily and challenged the limits of the human body structure again. In a lazy posture, he fell back to the ridge of the roof.

Aizen couldn't help crying and laughing looking at the moody immediate boss, the latter looked free and unrestrained, as if the previous moment's trigger had nothing to do with him at all, and the appearance of nothing to do with him made people couldn't help but sighed with his forehead, but couldn't help but smile in his heart .Unconsciously clenched the hard and well-defined bones in the palm of the hand, poked into the fingers and intertwined with each other, Aizen slowly bent down, soft lips seemed to brush past the messy blond hair, the small and exquisite Soft earlobe: "As long as Captain Pingzi holds the mirror like this, what you see in your eyes will always be my truest side."

Some greedy people took advantage of the brief moment when the man below him was lost in thought and fell down. The warm body temperature passed from the bottom to the top of the thin fabric made Aizen spend a lot of willpower to control the comfort that almost overflowed his mouth. sigh.

When this man came to his senses, he would definitely push him away without hesitation, and then openly distance himself with complaints like disgusting or nasty, right? — just like every time before.

Then, Aizen, whose face was raised by the slender and powerful fingers on the lower jaw, widened his light brown eyes behind the lenses in the teasing smile of the instigator.

"The most authentic side?" The deep and confusing Kansai accent shuttles through the suddenly viscous air, and in the distance of intertwined breaths, each syllable winds at the end of the auditory nerve with indisputable, ambiguous hints and Warm invitation, "Is this the only level of truth you have, Soyousuke."

The glasses that blocked the most direct collision of each other's sights were taken off by the slender palms, and a gentle kiss fell on the tall nose bridge that had just been liberated from oppression, and the warm but hard texture of the temples replaced the soft provocative fingertips The lips that were slightly opened due to the unexpected surprise, the green and elegant jaw, the slender and graceful neck, the trembling and rolling Adam's apple, passed through the center of the delicate and beautiful collarbone, and finally hooked gracefully on the chest Overlap placket.

"Captain Pingzi?" Lan Ran lowered his eyes to look at the man below him, and asked hesitantly with obvious caution, "Do you want to..."

The blond man raised his body slightly, turned his body without much effort, and pressed the man on top of the snow-white Captain Haori, the silky blond hair fell down his cheeks, and the cool and soft touch spread across the skin instantly. A hotter and more intense current is produced.

Pingzi tilted his head, and replaced the cold and stiff frame with warm and flexible fingers, pulled the loose skirt of the Shiba outfit, and raised his slender eyebrows: "Now, do you understand?"

………………

The stars hang down the plains, the moon surges in the river, and the sky surrounded by burning clouds finally fades the last trace of warm golden red, and the night follows one after another, covering everything within sight with boundless darkness.

However, Aizen didn't notice the meandering pace of the long night, because at this moment he was embracing the warmest and brightest sunshine in his arms.

We embrace death and make the most intimate and lingering caress with it. Both the future and the past will return to dust at this moment, only the present is frozen forever and sublimated into eternity.I warn you, my lord, that the faithful faith I dedicate to you cannot be continued forever. Only death can make everything return to nothingness, and only this nothingness that has nothing can be truly eternal.

Don't ask a devil what he can't give you; in return for making the deal fair he will ask you what you can't pay.

——Excerpt from "Devil's Aesthetics" Chapter 4523 by Ichiro Nakagawa