[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

The battle between the Reaper and the Quincy has officially begun. The fifth team, which is second only to the 2000th team stationed in the real world, should be accompanied by the only team that still inherits the era of the Goute [-]th team. The bloodthirsty sharp knife of the martial spirit-the eleventh team set out together as the first echelon.Reluctantly, from the era when Yuan Zhibifang became the captain, the fifth team has undergone a transformation. It has gradually transformed from a combat team that rescues the world to a clerical team. The social lecture hall of the [-]th division of the guardian court, in layman's terms, is a talent pool.Let these potential future officers, vice-captains, and even team leaders serve as cannon fodder on the battlefield, resulting in an embarrassing window of time for the thirteenth division in the next few decades. He has been in the position for [-] years and is still strong and strong. Mr. Yamamoto did not have a sudden epilepsy, stroke, cerebral hemorrhage and neurological disorder, or the world of souls is on the verge of life and death. The [-]th squad is breathing with the world of souls The battle organization of coexistence and death is already overwhelmed, and there are no eggs left. Even the fourth team next door is holding up the Zanpakuto to die without hesitation, and the fifth team still has to sit firmly on the Diaoyutai and watch the tigers fight from the mountain.

And so, when all the fan teams began to make intensive pre-war preparations, the trucks of the fourth team came and went in front of the door like a stream of horses, and the fifth team where Mako Hirako was in was absent from the occasional night. The absurd captain Shengge occasionally professed in the daytime and one of the three beauties from Suzuki, the others were orderly and everything was as usual.

But this time the war is not so much a war as a massacre.Of course, this is not to belittle the strength of the Quincy Masters. Although the great battle that almost buried the entire Soul World a thousand years ago has been buried in the dust of history, and there is not even a trace of clues in Mao's history textbooks. But The strength of the Quincy clan is still not to be underestimated.An archer born from protection and hatred, the long arrows shot will completely obliterate even the soul.

Therefore, the real reason why Hirako Mako described this war in this way is the Lingwang's oral order brought by the adults of the Zero Division: to wipe out the Quesi clan and cut off their bloodline.

Mako Hirako sat cross-legged as usual on the sunny section of the corridor in the Fifth Division, unconsciously tapping her knee with her index finger.Something is wrong, something is very wrong, Goutei [-]th Division is a standing force that protects the world of souls and maintains the balance of the spiritual circulation, not the race purification fanatics of the German Nazi fascists. (Hirako: Hey, what is fascism?) Although there is nothing wrong with carrying out the orders of the superiors, the order to exterminate a race...is too cruel, and there is still something wrong, where is it?Could it be that I want to go to the Mao Library to be a bookworm again because of my own paranoia?I don't want it~~~~

When Mako Hirako's inner world was crying out for Nei Niu Wan Noodles because she couldn't figure out whether the world was crazy or she was mentally handicapped, a slender, graceful but powerful slap fell from the sky and hit Mako Hirako defenselessly. On his small shoulders, he beat Pingzi's slender body, which was still a bamboo pole, tossed backwards and rotated for two and a half weeks, and stuck his head down to the wall of the team building.

"It hurts, it hurts...Miss Kiryu, can you not be so enthusiastic every time we meet? I can't stand it!"

"It's disgusting, Mako. No one said it forcefully, only your reaction is so exaggerated every time." In the upside-down vision, a purple-haired beauty with a slender figure and bright eyes and white teeth appeared, even with the snow-white feathers fluttering in the wind behind her The black number twelve painted with silver hooks in the diamond-shaped square frame on the weaving and haori fabrics draws out the turbulent undercurrent in the turbulent waves, and it is difficult to conceal the unique tenderness, sweetness and free spirit of the woman wearing the haori fabrics. The legendary self-scattering breath.By the way, the so-called slender height can easily set off Mako Hirako's height, which is the lowest among the male captains of BLEACH, into a third-level disability.

That's because everyone, including that gay guy Fukawa Hideaki, was fooled by your harmless face!Men's inexplicable vanity is the most hypocritical!Hirako Mako jumped up from the potsticker wall neatly with one hand on the ground, straightened her messy long hair, and looked in front of her eyes like a combination of Captain Unohana of the fourth team and the future cat demon queen. The corner of the mouth curled up: "Ah, I remember that the captain went out early this morning and hasn't come back yet."

"I'm here to look for you." Kiryu Hikishu put away Mako Hirako's messy slap in the wind, cutting off Mako Hirako's aimless nonsense, "Come with me to Mao."

"Ah?" Mako Hirako blinked, and finally raised her brows with some understanding, "Master Yamamoto still agrees to lower the standard for joining the team and expand the army."

"Huh? You guys are very well informed. Yingming told you? No, this matter was just announced at this morning's meeting. Yingming should be on his way to Mao now." Hikifuki Kiryu slapped him again, Hirako Mako, who had just had a hard time, neatly avoided the Wuzhi Mountain that turned out to be out of the sky, "Oh, I made a wild guess. Use the smallest possible price in exchange for the greatest consumption of the opponent's strength. Isn't the so-called war a matter of who gets the chips first?" Whoever uses it will get out first?"

With a bang, Hirako Mako, who escaped the slap of the first grader but could not escape the [-]th chestnut explosion, had colorful eyes in front of her eyes, Huang Zhong Dalu in her ears, dizzy and dizzy, and heard Kiryu Hikyuu's appreciation: "You are turning your head very fast, Mako .”

"But is this really good?" Mako Hirako rubbed his swollen forehead, "For a war, push those innocent students who don't know what killing and death are to the battlefield to face... ...the humans they swore to protect. And leave Mao empty, is that okay?"

Hikifune Kiryu's tumbling feathers swayed and rolled over the low edge because of the owner's momentary stop, and there was a rare cold and deep voice in the energetic voice: "I thought you would have thought of it with your weird head. Yes. Although you can use spiritual power, you should also realize that the Quincy is also a human being."

Hirako Mako was slightly taken aback, stretched his hands behind his head, his light gray pupils calmly watched the neatly arranged beams and rafters under the many green tiles, and after a long while, slowly drew a faint arc: " When they get to Liuhun Street, they are nothing more than the gods of death in the future." ——This way of switching camps is too buggy!

Therefore, the war between the Reaper and the Quincy was doomed from the very beginning.

"Hey, Miss Kiryu."

"What? Mako."

"Reaper is indeed a despicable existence."

"But the world needs us, we need scumbags."

"……Too."

"Hey, please do me a favor, Ms. Kiryu."

"what's up?"

"Please help me take care of Hiyori."

"...Of course. Do you need to ask me a few more people?"

"No, for them, this war is both a mortal danger and an opportunity to stand out." Pingzi lowered his eyes slowly, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth. —Maybe it's my chance too.