[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

"Minna~~~ I'm Nomura Tsuritsu of the [-]th division, the officer who was ordered by the captain to investigate the present world~~~"

"The application for the assistant of the tenth chief officer of the Fifth Division has been approved. Please follow your Hell Butterfly so as not to get lost in the boundary."

"What? It's the same lines every time, and it's too boring to not even change a single katakana." The blond boy pulled the loose collar of the domineering suit, and the placket, which was not considered docile at first, was rolled up and exposed The sign of the drooping horse's drunken wood.

The whole person is wrapped in a very Arabian style, and only a pair of eyes are exposed. The gatekeeper slightly raised his eyelids, revealing a pair of deep, almost evil dark blue eyes that are extremely rare even in the world of souls with colorful pupils. , from under the snow-white cloth, there is still a calm, rigid, cold male voice without ups and downs: "The regulations issued by Room 46 of the Central Committee are the responsibilities."

"Aha~~" The Kansai accent draws a small arc in the air as listlessly as the ponytail hanging behind the master's head. The old man who is full and has nothing to do will only issue such useless orders. Well, well, I'm leaving~~~"

The black hell butterfly spread its gorgeous wings, following the graceful trajectory of the dance, the pseudo-death suddenly looked back at the moment of entering the world-transmitting gate, the light gray eyes flashed with a sharp knife-like light, and the neat and excessive teeth were exaggerating. There was a cold light behind the corner of his split mouth, ———: "Although it sounds like you are talking to a beautiful girl on the street, but have we met this gentleman before?" After the words fell, the golden ponytail was in the air. An arrogant arc was drawn across the middle and disappeared in the open world-transmitting gate.

"Creatures with keen intuition are always so annoying." The janitor with dark blue eyes as low-key and charming as undead flowers pushed the non-existent glasses on the bridge of his nose and looked at Slowly closed the door and walked in, "I specially unlocked the Zanpakuto for you."

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Boundary break, the existence that separates the soul world from the real world and the virtual circle by the chaotic torrent of time, even the god of death who goes to the real world through the world-transmitting gate will get lost in the complicated maze-like passage if he loses the hell butterfly The dangerous zone that was finally swallowed by the prison.

Thinking back to the voices and smiles of the diligent gardeners in the cradle of high-quality cannon fodder of Goutei [-]th Division, while following the hell butterfly waving its wings and advancing in a wavy line like drunkenness, although it is not the first time Going to the present world, Hirako Mako is still full of complaints about this ineffective cross-border travel.

"Cut, 5 minutes for news feedback, 10 minutes for approval and verification, and 10 minutes of mindless running in this dark place... Is the fifth team really a support team instead of a corpse collection team? Just a bunch of white lilies for each person Everyone, let’s go directly to the team burial.” While complaining casually, Pingzi scratched the back molars of the withered yellow skull that belonged to some unlucky senior and showed the white back molars with the corners of his mouth open. After the golden ponytail, the naturally sensitive and excessive nerves once again caught the invisible but substantive subtle atmosphere floating in the air, "Ah, I always feel that something bad is going to happen..."

After finishing the words, the left foot in straw sandals stepped into a piece of mud and slippery that should not exist in a fixed passage, and gave the absent-minded passerby a powerful uppercut that pointed directly at the jaw and shook the brain.

"Oh, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts... Which bastard without public morality dug a hole on the road and didn't fill it! Why did you fall in the face again! My face has been taken flat enough by the Japanese market, and I don't even need to touch my chin. ..." Rubbing his chin and complaining, the blond pseudo-ghost of death looked around bewilderedly, and was 120 million sure that there was something important missing around him, which should have existed but disappeared without a trace, but because of the concussion of the cranial cavity, the negativity of brain dizziness The state of life and death can't remember what is missing, and then suddenly shut up, "...Ju Liu... The ground... Melted... Eh!——" Thinking of a terrifying possibility, a carp jumped from the body cleanly Pingzi, who escaped from the mud below, just saw a third of the ruined piece of black with his lowered eyes, which seemed to be run wildly by an army of [-] beasts from the Gobi of Mahle □ [-] times, [-] times The scaled wings unhurriedly slipped down from the front of the shirt of the deadly domineering outfit in a zigzag shape, followed the trajectory of the remaining wing and went upstream to trace the source, and saw the twisted and deformed Hell Butterfly about to die Compressed in the folds of the placket, the wings flapped feebly, and the six long and slender legs twitched until only two and a half remained.

"Hell, Hell, Butterfly—" the quick-thinking bottle student has recovered from the sudden slight concussion, and the sharp nerves that relieved the negative state immediately figured out what the tragic situation of the hell butterfly in front of him meant, and immediately fell into a madness Runaway garbled code, blue screen, logic crash and restart cannot be restarted.

As the saying goes, the house leaks happen to rain all night, and the boat encounters the headwind. Things in this world are always blessings and misfortunes never come singly. Good luck is always elusive. The protagonist's later stage template is always elusive, and disasters are entangled. The moldy star Gaozhao is the bottle The standard equipment for this 98-year-old supporting role who doesn't love Ling Wang.So when Pingzi was accidentally damaged by a hell butterfly and fell into death, the tombstone might be engraved with something similar-this is a terrible conjecture of the epitaph of an aspiring young man who died of road madness. Every year, the sad future of one of the countless missing persons lists waved a small handkerchief on the broad road of fate.A dazzling yellow beam of light suddenly projected on Pingzi's hunched back without any warning, and then the death express train called the "Boundary Scavenger", the flight number, and the seven-day cycle arrived in an instant. When he was working, he bumped into Pingzi's unsuspecting thin body without any hesitation.And our classmate Mako Hirako is worthy of the public's evaluation of his rapid neurosensitivity reaction. The impact almost penetrates the back. As soon as I closed my eyes, I passed out without delay ==|||

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[If I had known earlier, he would have crushed the Hell Butterfly, and we didn't need to release the restraint in the passageway of the broken boundary at all. 】In the darkness, a black-lined voice suddenly sounded. Just by listening to the voice, one can imagine a face full of shame.

[How to say something?No matter how much has changed, what should come will always come, it can only be said that it is destined. 】Another gentle and calm voice followed with a faint smile,【Let us wait and see, take a look, this...unexpected encounter. 】

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"Sir, this gentleman, wake up, wake up." The immature call and the weak shaking of the shoulders made the 410 bones in the whole body seem to have turned into [-], and the whole body was normal except for the pain nerves. Mako Hirako, who was dysfunctional, was very annoyed, frowned her slender golden brows, and muttered in a Kansai accent, "Stop beating in the day market...let me..."

"Sir! Are you alright? Wake up quickly! If you go back to sleep..." The immature childish voice still harassed Mako Hirako's auditory nerves, and the light gray eyes finally pulled out of the annoyance Half of her true face was revealed behind her eyelids.

Then, Mako Hirako saw... densely packed stars, countless shimmering green stars suspended less than one meter above the ground, fluctuating from time to time, and with these stars as the background, kneeling in front of her eyes , wearing a set of dilapidated and old straight clothes that can't see the color at all after crawling and rolling in the mud, a little boy with only a pair of big exaggerated light brown eyes left with gaudy cheeks.

Just after waking up, the brain that was still in the state of shutting down the office very unreasonably ignored the hungry stomachs of the crowd watching not far away, and the Kansai accent picked out a surprised ending: "Little guy...you can see me ?”

"Ah," the young man who can only be called a child blinked his exaggerated light brown eyes because of being too thin, and his messy curly hair swayed uncomfortably in the bleak night wind, "You...you are dead Yet?"

"What do you mean dead! You impolite brat." He slapped the boy on the head with a slap, and Hirako lamented that although the hair looked dirty and unattractive, it felt surprisingly good in the hand. Nifu stood up, leaned on his waist and walked towards the green "star" step by step, "According to what you say in this world, it should be called passing away!"

"Mister those, those are wolves."

"Whispering, I know it's a wolf!" Makoto Hirako drew out her long knife, suddenly turned her head and smiled lightly, her light gray eyes gave off a breathtaking illusion of tenderness under the mottled moonlight, "Hey, little guy, what's your name? name?"

"Aizen, Aizen Soyousuke."

"Airan? It's really a good surname that sounds like a god of death." The Nifu in Hirako's hand flashed thunderbolts in the air. It sounded, "Hey, Soyousuke, we have wolf meat to eat."