[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

Sayanara is a sad word, because it is impossible to say that after a wave of goodbye, it will really never be seen again.

The news brought by Sato slowly permeated the peaceful and warm air in the afternoon with a sense of sadness. Mako Hirako and Kurobu Yuki, who were looking at each other, saw a momentary blankness on each other's faces, as if they were ruthlessly shaken away by a thunderbolt from the blue sky. The soul generally has no emotion, no expression, and no thinking, just like the deserted and dead countryside in the [-]th district of Liuhun Street.

"How could it be? Suzuki-san has the strength of a captain, why did she die so easily!" Yuuki Zangwu slightly straightened his body and wanted to reach out to grab the lapel of Sato Shiba's costume, but the moment he just raised his arm A slender and powerful hand grabbed the wrist.

"Yuki Cangbu!" Mako Hirako rarely calls Yuuki by name and surname like this, and the Kansai dialect that always gives the impression of being comical is rarely so solemn and deep, but once Mako Hirako becomes serious, then The overwhelming and suffocating pressure is enough to cool down any boiling nerves, and to recover the reason that was driven out of the skull cavity by shock and horror, "Even Captain Sukawa would not laugh at this kind of thing."

Mako Hirako slowly let go of the trembling wrist in her palm, which was no longer struggling. The moment her fingertips left the cold skin, she caught a glimpse of Yuki Zabu's arm falling weakly from the corner of her eyes.

Mako Hirako looked at Sato who was almost fainted by the Reiatsu unconsciously cast by Yuki Kurobu for a moment, and said slowly: "Please reply to the captain, we will be there later."

"Ha, Hay." Some out-of-tune and distorted voices came from the fingers under the lowered head, and Sato, who came to summon the message, disappeared at the end of the corridor at the fastest speed in his life with trembling knees.

"I'll go in and get ready first, Zangwu." Hirako Mako held his knee with one hand and pulled his legs back from the railing, "As for the cause of Suzuki-san's death, if you are really interested, you might as well ask our captain directly. ·grown ups·."

When Mako Hirako and Kurobu Yuki appeared together in the square in front of the [-]th squad, their smooth pace paused slightly.

Because of Hirako's sudden pause, Yuuki Zangwu turned his head suspiciously to look at Hirako Mako, and then at the dark group of mourners in the square, slightly frowning his delicate brows: "Mako?"

"Ah, it's nothing. Although it's a bit unexpected, it's within reason." Mako Hirako tugged on the sleeve of Ragyujo Zangbu, and turned to the side of the narrow alley formed by the densely packed buildings, "Since Here he comes, and may see something surprising."

Passing through the tortuous gaps between many buildings connected to the city and Zangwu, Mako Hirako turned into a corridor in a hidden corner, and at the end of the corridor, a slender and familiar figure of Gao Xin was immediately followed. The eyelids of Yuki Zangwu: "Yes...it's Mr. Nakagawa...Why did the teacher appear here?"

"Suzuki-san and Nakagawa Ichiro's childhood sweethearts are both subordinates of the Fukawa family, so it's normal for them to have close personal relationships?" Mako Hirako replied calmly with raised eyebrows, looking at the figure who should be standing opposite Hideaki Fukawa.

Ichiro Nakagawa is still wearing the professional uniform of Mao's tutor that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, but he does not wear the snow-white coat of the peerless captain Haori on the outside. The black Mao's uniform is designed to be close to the body, which embellishes Ichiro Nakagawa's unexpectedly thin back.In terms of height, Nakagawa Ichiro is taller than the tall Hideaki Fukawa, so his back completely conceals Hideaki Fukagawa's expression, but because of his thin figure, Captain Hideaki Fukawa can still be seen from the side The feather weave rolled up with the master's subtle movements, and the white and green feathers flashed away.

"Fukawa Hideaki." Mako Hirako rarely heard such an angry voice from Nakagawa Ichiro.Ichiro Nakagawa is gentle and introverted, and Mako Hirako has seen countless people in Jinglingting in recent years, but no matter how I recall in my memory, there is only one character with one expression, except for the black-bellied virgin next door. A Nakagawa Ichiro.At best, it's called self-cultivation, deep and deep, and not showing emotions, but at worst, it's the city's deep, sinister and cunning.But at this moment, compared with the usual gloomy and cold voice, for Hirako Mako and Yuki Kurobu who are familiar with him, it is already a sign that their anger has reached a certain limit.

"Is the teacher's reaction..." Yuki Kurobu instinctively lowered his voice, and whispered softly in Hirako's ear.

However, today Ichiro Nakagawa seems to have made a special trip to take off his gentle mask in front of the gods of death in Jinglingting, especially the gods of the fifth team.Because then Ichiro Nakagawa said again: "Since you are on the battlefield, you must have the awareness to sacrifice your life at any time. But, I didn't expect that Yuyou would die like that! With a 370 arrow in her body, she was a girl who died like that before she was alive. Aimei, but in the end she was shot to death by random arrows, and her body was not even human!"

"..." Hideaki Fukawa sighed softly after a long silence, his voice was dry as if squeezed out of rough sandpaper, "It was my mistake in decision-making... that caused Youyou and me to fall into that... ..."

Fukagawa Hideaki's haggard voice came to an abrupt end, because Nakagawa Ichiro's fist without warning kissed the corner of his mouth heavily.From Hirako's point of view, the long wine-red hair suddenly flew up, and the entire feather weave flew violently as the master caught off guard.Although Nakagawa Ichiro did what Mako Hirako dreamed of doing to Hideaki Sukawa, but at this moment Hirako didn't feel any joy.One life for one fist, the price is too expensive.

The death bully in the square pretended to be boiling, and there was already a death god whose body reacted faster than his head and was loyal to protect the lord, and rushed to Ichiro Nakagawa under the dripping eaves, but Ichiro Nakagawa waved his sleeves out of the corridor without even looking at him. Where did he come from? The person turned round and rounded back to his original position.And Hideaki Fukawa's somewhat ambiguous voice sounded just right: "Stop it all of you! No matter what happens next, you must stay where you are, and anyone who dares to disobey my order will get out of here five times." The gate of the team will never come back!"

Ichiro Nakagawa raised his hands, followed by the continuous crackling sound of bones and joints: "I have explained everything behind me? Hideaki Sukawa." The gritted teeth smile that was so strong that it was suffocatingly gloomy and angry at its apex Filled with every vibration of the vocal cords, immediately after, the muffled sound of the handover of the body and the fist resounded regularly, as if the interval of time had been calculated, it hit Hideaki Sukawa's chest at the moment when everyone's heart contracted to the extreme, The regular and desperate labor pain spread from the chest of the captain of the fifth division to the hearts of all the fifth division members.

After the last muffled sound, Ichiro Nakagawa's cold voice finally permeated with a trace of deep sorrow: "Yingming, you let me down very much."

"I'm very...sorry." Hideaki Sukawa, who was already in pain and completely leaned his body weight on the pillar behind him, answered with difficulty.

"You have always let me down, ever since Yuan Zhibifang died." Nakagawa Ichiro turned around slowly, and Hirako Mako finally saw his face clearly. The face that was always warm and smiling was so pale that people could not think of it. Any word related to "live", when the anger pours out from the powerful fist, the long and deep sorrow gradually emerges its original appearance.Ichiro Nakagawa took a step forward, but staggered to the point of falling because of the heavy gray mood that almost made people crawl forward.

Then, the next moment, his weak elbows landed on a pair of firm and powerful slender palms. Nakagawa Ichiro stared lifelessly at the palms on the elbows with his ice blue eyes, which reflected a particularly dark and desperate color because of the bleakness. Slowly raised his eyes and looked at the male Shinigami with dazzling blond hair: "Ah, it's you, Mako. How long have you been watching this good show?"

A low, almost whispering voice, faintly reminiscent of the weakest ghost in the barren wilderness.

"From the beginning to the end, observe the whole process." Pingzi replied in the same low voice, "I can't stop a brother from seeking justice for his beloved sister."

"Ah, you already know? Youmei told you?" Nakagawa Ichiro glanced at Yuki Samu who bent down to help Hideaki Fukagawa who slid down to the corridor, "Yumei likes you very much."

"No matter what you say, please finish the group funeral quietly. This is the last thing the living can do for the dead." Mako Hirako calmly supported Ichiro Nakagawa and Hideaki Sukawa as they passed by, wearing The densely packed god of death stood at the position closest to the coffin of the deceased but clearly separated from the queue of gods of death.

The captain of Goutei [-]th Division was concise but dignified. After Fukawa Hideaki delivered his memorial speech in his voice that lacked confidence after being injured, he skipped the steps of everyone mourning one by one because Suzuki Yumi’s death was too tragic, and held the ceremony directly. cremation.

When the blazing flames ruthlessly devoured the last shadow of the deceased, Mako Hirako felt the weight on her shoulders suddenly increase, and then warm liquid seeped into the Shiba suit and soaked the thin fabric.The shoulders were trembling involuntarily, because the man who had been calm and self-sufficient from the beginning to the end finally fell on Pingzi's shoulders and shed tears silently at the last moment of the deceased's disappearance.

"After the funeral, let's go for a drink. I think you need to get drunk right now."