[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

"What does the word Hirako mean? You should know a little bit, right? Sousuke." The blond mask raised the corners of his mouth behind the mask, and the invisible smile had an innate taunting ability to draw hatred with his face. It perfectly interprets what is called a natural mocking face - it is not an expression but a legendary aura that goes hand in hand with the boss aura.

Even though he knew that the other party was delaying time, Aizen, who also needed to repair some of the troublesome damage caused by Mako Hirako, still chose to cooperate tacitly—the deeply buried lung had no chance to take out because of Mako Hirako's subsequent attacks. , and even with the fierce battle, the damage caused by the ribs that penetrated deeper and deeper cannot be solved by simple and rude super-speed regeneration: "The four major families are mysterious nobles from the royal family space above the Jingling Court, regardless of culture. The god of death and the nobles in Jingling Court are completely different in terms of inheritance, power, and responsibilities. They are not loyal to the Spirit King, and they have almost no connection with each other. Except for the battle of falling into the sky thousands of years ago, the history of Jingling Court has never even been positive. They appeared. Even in that battle, it was only the first generation Fuchuan Hideaki and Hara Chibigata that appeared. That battle shot down three-quarters of the towns in the royal family space, and the largest wreckage is the current Jinglingting The prototype. The area it radiates to the surrounding area is the 1st to 80th districts of Liuhun Street."

"Seireitei black history is well learned, Soyousuke." As if returning to the bright spring when the grass grows, the birds fly, the butterflies dance, and the flowers are fragrant, the special lecturer of the Shenyang Academy of Spiritual Arts, Shinoku Academy, standing on the three-foot podium—— After habitually naming the name of the future vice captain, Mako Hirako, the captain of the [-]th team, bent her spine that would never be straight, lowered her lazy eyes, and praised perfunctorily in a Kansai accent, "But you're digressing, aren't you?"

"Can you listen to me carefully before you speak? Captain Hirako." The brown-haired man with brown eyes and long waist-length hair scattered into the mist in the turbulent airflow at high altitude, and a purple aura radiated from the soft and curly hair. The brilliance is more dazzling than the blazing sun, but it is not as good as the real ambition bursting out from the eyes floating in illusion and tenderness at that moment. The luxury and grandeur are like the end of the world, which makes people bend their knees and bow their heads. Irresistible and submissive majesty and magnanimity, "It is very impolite to interrupt others casually."

Facing the extravagant and gorgeous dazzling aura of the villain boss, the blond mask frivolously shrugged his shoulders and spread his palms: "This is not allowed. You must know that I have always been impatient with Rory's long-winded speeches, especially those who speak. When the object was still a tough big man."

Once again, the big blue boss whose gender was disliked by his own CP may have intentionally or unintentionally softened the tight corners of his lips, and the familiar gentle and soft smile once again appeared on the aloof master of the virtual circle, who was condescending and looked at the whole place calmly. At the time of the world, that inscrutable and awesome face because it is impossible to guess: "As you wish, let's make a long story short."

"If the Goutei [-]th Division is the world's internal sharp blade, then the four major families are the external strong shield. It only exists in the rumors passed down by the ancient nobles, and has never participated in the historical changes of the soul world. It is mysterious. The real collective name of the four major families tested is the External Conquest Division of the Four Clan Security Department, and the targets of the conquest are souls from another world that should not have appeared in this world."

The scarlet flames in Mako Hirako's hollow eye sockets leaped suddenly, and sparks burst out with the crisp beeping sound.

"Four families, Tatara is the head of the four families, and also a prophet of destiny. He is responsible for informing the four families of the direction of the world. He must be an outsider who has no connection with the world he is in, or he must be an outsider like Teacher Mikami. The projection of the future." Blue-dyed light brown eyes passed over Hirako's thin shoulders and landed on the elegant man in black robes, who seemed to have sensed his gaze and raised his pockets from the crystal blue screen. Hat, raised his right arm gracefully and waved his hand, "Original Zhibifang is a sword that kills souls, a killing machine that destroys all existences that do not belong to this world. It means that he now has eternal life, frozen time, And the absolute power that no one can match among the four major families."

Mako Hirako, who had been listening quietly all this time, finally spoke slowly after Aizen's voice paused. The Kansai accent coming from behind the mask was deep and hoarse, even though it was blocked by the thick mask, it was still wrapped in a bone-chilling coolness: "Then, Fu Where is Chuan Yingming?"

"Fuchuan Hideaki is the last trump card of the four clans. He is the king who stands in the shadows and secretly rules the world. When the world deviates from the track called fate, but cannot be corrected by the other three clans, he will use This force forcibly drags back the skewed fate, or directly chooses to destroy, so that everything can be restarted. Unfortunately, the battle of falling into the sky a thousand years ago... that conspiracy has succeeded, hasn't it?"

Hirako Makoto took a deep breath, the hissing sound of a poisonous snake echoing in the depths of his throat, after a long time he helped the incomplete mask with deep gullies remaining, and said with a low chuckle: "You're right Well, it was a conspiracy. When none of the four major families noticed at that time, someone bewitched the king of darkness, ignited his ambition, incited his desire, and made him no longer satisfied with the silent watch. No matter how strong a fortress is, it cannot withstand the betrayal and destruction from the inside out. We have to face the comrades who once stood side by side with each other. Hara Chibiga was severely injured in the battle with the first generation Fukawa Hideaki, and lost the solidified time and Eternal life, since absolute power claims to destroy everything, the objects it destroys naturally include his own body, so Yuanzhibifang has to keep reincarnating between this world and the soul world, and he must not use his power lightly unless it is absolutely necessary. "

"It's not just Hara Chibi who was hurt. Captain Hirako. In the final result of that battle, both the Hirako family and Tatara were traumatized like never before. The next offense, even the deprivation of the seal from the disqualified king. As a courtier, you will have to pay the price."

Pingzi took a deep breath, reflexively clenched the hilt of the knife, the cold and hard texture of the metal soothed the trembling nerves of the samurai, sighed in a low voice, and said in a hoarse voice: "Cough, Teacher Mikami's face is already the best. As for the Pingzi family... it is a family cursed by fate, a trapped beast that cannot escape the fence, but there is no difference."

"Oh, is that really the case?" The brown-haired and brown-eyed Master of the Void Circle raised a gentle but cold smile, and the deep and gorgeous bass spared no effort to please the auditory nerves, but at the same time However, Yu Xin's sarcasm was engraved in his heart, "Then, Captain Pingzi, who should have lost his power because of intervening in fate, why did you become the most powerful and most talented patriarch in the history of the Pingzi clan?"

"..."

"Captain Hirako, who can only see the past, how can you dodge my blade and penetrate the future when you are fighting with all your strength?"

"........."

"Haven't you realized it? Captain Hirako!"

"…………"

"The so-called fate, the so-called prophecy, and the so-called shackles of the four major families ceased to exist as early as the Battle of Fallen Heaven a thousand years ago. Since then, this world has been freed from the control of that ridiculous fate, and it has moved towards a place that no one can see clearly. The future! If this is the case, why do you stick to the rotten destiny and stick to the rotten principles! Since you have such a powerful power and can see the truth of this world clearly, why are you willing to be bound? In this narrow space, I would rather put on the shackles that do not exist for myself than take a step towards a higher realm!"

The blond mask who pondered for a long time seemed to be moved by the impassioned words, his scarlet eyes swayed slightly, and his Kansai accent was dark and cool: "Then, what do you think I should do, Soyousuke."

"Follow me, Captain Pingzi." Just like a hundred years ago, stepping slowly out of the shadow of the whirling trees, the vice-captain walked calmly and looked cold towards the blond-haired captain who blocked the swiftly approaching swords and swords. The slender and powerful right hand, the cold reflective lens and the dazzling eyes burning with vigorous ambition, "Please walk side by side with me to the end of the law."

"... Ah—" The suffocating silence was broken by a deep and distant murmur, and the man wrapped in pale bones seemed to be bewitched as he slowly stepped forward, raising his equally slender but slender right hand, " Indeed, as you said, Soyusuke."

The man grinned behind the mask, half in amazement and half in self-mockery: "What I insist on...has no meaning for a long time~~~"

The overlapping fingers are tightly intertwined, like the thread of fate between two people who are entangled with each other.The golden-haired mask clenched the soft palms in his hands, the deep hollow faded from the harsh and ominous scarlet to a cool and sharp light gray, and the bright and sharp pupils like falcons reflected the affectionate face of the master of the virtual circle: "So, Just let me take a look, Soyousuke. Let me take a look at what kind of future you bring to this world and to me!"

when--

The piercing sound of gold and iron clashing, the flames of weapons colliding, and the caressing and caressing of swords facing each other, the man whose fingers were intertwined just now is now facing swords and swords without warning.

After the pale mask split by the long knives that rubbed against each other, bright red blood radiated again. As if Mako Hirako had expected this move, she prolonged the Kansai accent jokingly: "This move is unexpected, and it works well. Yousuke. Unfortunately, I have not forgotten that your left-handed sword is not inferior to your right-handed sword."

"Thank you for the compliment." The long and narrow blade of Jinghua Shuiyue reflects the arrogant and sharp uplift in the soft arc, and the long and narrow brown eyes are slightly more murderous than the cold light of Zanpakuto, "Captain Hirako originally thought Is this the same trick I used? I just acted first. However, I am really sorry...it’s a pity that Captain Hirako refused to go forward with me."

"It's not that I don't want to walk side by side with you, but I don't dare to go forward hand in hand with you." Ni Fu added three points of strength to the blade of Ni Fu, slightly pushing away the back of the knife that was about to reach the tip of the nose, Mako Hirako chuckled softly .

"Oh?" Aizan dragged out a small voice with interest. The bass was deep and sexy, and it was gorgeous like some kind of gunpowder who saw blood and blocked his throat to death. "Can you tell me the reason? Captain Pingzi."

Putting the other hand on the back of the knife, bringing the long knife in his hand closer to Aizen's leisurely smile, Mako Hirako raised his Kansai accent with a half-smile: "Actually, there is no special reason. I just don't believe you. Jie... I don't believe a single punctuation mark that comes out of your mouth."

This too cruel announcement made Aizen slightly startled, and then approached more fiercely and aggressively. At this moment, the weak Hirako Mako could no longer hide that he was at the end of the crossbow, and his only move was to retreat!With the power of Jinghua Shuiyue swinging the knife forward, fly back!

"What's more..." Hirako Mako, who took advantage of her strength to retreat, stared deeply at Aizen who was chasing after Shunpo with her cold gray eyes. Penetrating through the weak connection between the mandibular bone and the mask, grasping the hard and sharp bone, "...I can't turn back."

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"Senior Pingzi! Senior Pingzi, he wants... nothing but..."

"Don't you understand? Or don't you want to understand? Kisuke Urahara."

"Mikami... Teacher Mikami?"

"Sacrificing the most precious emotions and memories is only the key to liberating the Eye of Truth. Now, with a half-hearted Eye of Truth, Aizen cannot be intercepted in Karakura Town. The Eye of Truth needs fuel."

"You should know better than me what the fuel for the Eye of Truth is. Once the Eye of Truth starts to burn, Senior Hirako will never come back. Even if he escaped from Aizen's sword by chance, The well-known man named Mako Hirako has also disappeared forever the moment the Eye of Reality was ignited."

"Of course I know that the price of using the Eye of Truth is more cruel than death and more desperate than destruction. Could it be that Mako Hirako, who tried to ignite it, doesn't know?"

"..."

"To burn all the 'past' is equivalent to destroying the cornerstone of one's own existence. When even the 'past' marked with birth and existence is obliterated, this body will never be able to wake up, and it is indistinguishable from death. Sleeping...even if he survives by chance, the burned past will never be restored, and the broken and incomplete personality, as well as the ensuing madness and madness, will accompany him throughout his life until a merciful death ends his life."

"However, this is his choice, Kisuke Urahara. This is the choice made by Mako Hirako, the patriarch of the Hirako family as a responsible warrior. The only thing we can do is to bless him, that he can die under the blade of Kyoka Suigetsu. "

"If this is the case, our brave and resolute warriors who are not afraid of sacrifice can at least die well... instead of surviving from the battlefield, but finally having to die under the sword of their companions."