[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

"One piece of peony cake, one piece of sweet natto. Xiaoxisuke wants something, I have a treat~~~" The blond god of death in light gray casual clothes stood hunched over in front of the counter and took it from the boss Pastry, showing a row of shiny whale teeth to the teenager beside him.

Kisuke Urahara, standing on the right side of Hirako, has been urged by the years to break away from the ball of the year and enter adolescence, which is much longer than that of human beings. The elongated and tall bones not only make the already thin body look slender , It also makes the child-like face exude the unique youthful beauty of teenagers.However, his temper and tone are still the same as before: "Ah, this is not very good, Captain Pingzi?"

"Call me Mako! Really, I have to keep repeating this kind of thing for so many years." Purely because of the instinctive yearning of intelligent creatures for smooth, pink and soft skin, Hirako stretched out two slender fingers and pulled the boy The youthful cheeks that didn't even show stubble twisted into a shape he was satisfied with, "It's rare for me to treat you, so you can't miss it if you pass by. Xiao Xisuke."

"%...%￥#@*@#%..." (A serving of matcha-flavored glutinous rice dumpling) The young man whose cheeks were flushed by his fingers spit out a series of Martian syllables that no one could understand.

"One serving of glutinous rice balls, matcha-flavored." Captain Hirako from Mars waved at the boss at the counter, translating the meaningless syllables into understandable human words.

The supple skin on his cheeks was finally liberated, and Urahara boy rubbed the aching red cloud and complained in a low voice: "Senior Hirako is still the same."

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The sudden increase of weight on the shoulders startled the fast-growing profiteer in the future. His eyes followed the slender shoulders and settled down on the same slender palm to look at the owner of the palm.He is rushing towards the boundless road, and the Urahara boy who is far away from being an unscrupulous profiteer in clogs and hats is silently amazed in his heart-it has not been seen for a few months that Senior Hirako's strength seems to have become stronger again, obviously already a lot of age The growth rate is still so against the sky, is it a monster?

Of course, many years later, after seeing the monster-like future BOSS and a high-level mixed-blood monster that a certain monster BOSS single-handedly facilitated to break through the growth rate of the sky and successfully rank among the monsters in the eyes of the world, I suddenly looked back and squatted under the eaves of the dilapidated store Shaking a small fan and drinking herbal tea, the black-bellied profiteer said that he was so rare and strange that he thought too much.

"Xiao Xisuke, although I know that you look soft and seem to have no opinion, in fact you are stubborn and give people a headache." The blond man raised two fingers and gently tugged the boy's soft cheeks habitually, "But occasionally I also want to show this courage to those blind idiots, and I can't let those useless guys dominate my head."

"Aha?" The light-haired boy flicked the forked bangs on the bridge of his nose, still smiling innocently and shyly, "The seniors took good care of me, no..."

"Even I, the god of death, have heard that there is a rookie who is easy to bully in the covert maneuver, how far do you want to hide it~~~Xiao Xisuke." Hirako retracted the arm on the boy's shoulder and took the matcha dumpling , raised one eyebrow high, "I know you want to live in peace with your colleagues, but Xiao Xisuke, a falcon and a sparrow can never be confused, even if they are all wearing deadly costumes."

"This really doesn't look like Hirako-senpai's speaking style, so serious...why did you suddenly say these things to me?" Urahara Kisuke followed with a scientist's exuberant curiosity and thirst for knowledge, and had strode out of the pastry shop. The blond man asked in a low voice behind him.

"What why? You have called me senior for so many years, I must be worthy of this title~~~" The man dragged the glutinous rice balls in his hand into the young man's arms in a lazy Kansai accent, "Occasionally, I have to take responsibility. Responsibility, give pointers to juniors or something."

But I am often pointed into the ditch by you!The adolescent store manager, who was hit by the hard packaging outside the dumpling and had a dull pain in his chest, burst into tears in his heart. ——Raise your hand to ask, ah, can the store manager SAMA reveal which ditches you have been directed by Captain Hirako these years?I always feel that the content is extremely rich and colorful.

Pingzi slowed down and waited for the young men behind him to catch up and walk side by side.The Kansai accent, which has always been frivolous and slippery, lowered slightly to reveal a rare solemnity: "What happened to the new medicine I got from Captain Unohana?"

"There is no problem as before, and they are very common prescription drugs for the spirit. However, I accidentally compared the drugs used in the past, and found a strange sign." Once involved in his profession, he seems shy and weak. Urahara Kisuke, whose fingers were itchy and felt that it was unreasonable not to bully him, showed the quality of an authoritative person, and his calm and determined voice exuded an unquestionable meaning.

"Strange phenomenon? How strange?" Pingzi grinned very cooperatively and asked in a low voice.

"There are two broad categories of drugs that are progressively increasing and decreasing."

"Oh? What are they?"

"One is polyphrases..." The boy Urahara, who uttered the professional vocabulary casually, under the resentful gaze of a certain blond captain, changed his words to the easy-to-understand vernacular that everyone in the soul world knows, "It usually acts on the suppression of abnormalities in the nervous center. Excitement, that is, drugs that treat insomnia, dreaminess, and improve sleep quality, and the other category that is constantly increasing is more noticeable...that type of drug...usually..."

"It usually works on spirit bodies that have been artificially transformed, right?" Mako Hirako stared blankly at the light gray eyes, and deep in the dark pupils there was a deep understanding of the past flowing quietly.

"Ah...Senior Hirako..."

The corners of the mouth parted and raised into an exaggerated shape, and Hirako's Kansai accent gradually infiltrated the coldness to the bone marrow: "Don't underestimate me, idiot. After all, I have been concerned about this matter for many years."

"...Senior..." The immature boy shrouded in the dark aura unintentionally emitted by Pingzi murmured to himself somewhat at a loss.

"Ah, Xiaoxisuke." Withdrew from the deep resentment of years of unannounced visits to those who were involved in the incident either died early in the cold or disappeared, and their life and death were unknown. The air around Hirako regained the uniqueness of this season. Fresh and bright, with a pleasant breeze, "Let's go here, I have to go to a place that is not suitable for little ghosts to follow."

"..." Obviously misunderstood what Pingzi said, "it's not suitable for little ghosts to follow behind", and the innocent boy with a red face and a red face snorted a voice as low as a mosquito as an answer.

And the captain, who has always been arrogant and self-willed, has gone through the front hall of an izakaya on the street, found the hidden back door and appeared in another narrow and dark alley.

Even if there is no rain, the rough stone surface is still cold and damp, and the gray and white cracked wall corners grow green and slippery moss from the peeling wall skin.Without hesitation, Pingzi walked slowly into the more humid and cold mist, and the moment the straw sandals were raised and lowered, there would always be an unclean, sticky water sound.

At the end of the mist, there is a whiter than the thick mist floating in the narrow alley, and the clear water sound of the liquid hitting the bluestone resounds continuously through the silent alley.Pingzi's flowing footsteps paused slightly, and he stepped forward again.

"You're a bit late, Makoto Makoto. Youyou is complaining to me that there are no snacks." A clear and sharp man's voice rang out, and Makoto Hirako lowered his head and opened the neatly packaged pastry in his hand, and handed a piece of peony cake to him, lightly Sighing lightly, "How long ago has this happened? Ichiro Nakagawa."

"35 years, Youmei has left us for 35 years."