Everyday ordinary of Miss Miura

Bipolar was completely silent, and the air was full of coldness, even the wind that was originally intended to blow over here bypassed it and went to a farther place.

Miura Haru opened his eyes wide, watching Kuchiki Byakuya hugging Rukia, with one hand covering his heart—there was the place where the sharp blade pierced into it, and the blade went deep into it along with the skirt of his clothes, so it was not difficult to watch Guess how deep the wound will be.

A moment later, the blade was slowly retracted by Ichimaru Gin, and the moment it left Kuchiki Byakuya's heart, bright red blood sprayed out, staining the ground red.

"Brother?!!!"

Kuchiki Rukia opened her eyes wide and looked at him in disbelief. Kuchiki Byakuya's clothes were covered with dust and cut marks, and his hair was also messy. It seemed that he had already experienced some kind of battle before he came here. like.

"Captain Kuchiki, he..."

Haru Miura looked at Byakuya Kuchiki in surprise the day before, who looked so cold and indifferent to human fireworks. It was hard to imagine that he would completely disregard his own image, and even reversed his indifference to Rukia. In such a crisis situation At the critical moment, Rukia was rescued.

"It's amazing, Captain Kuchiki."

Aizen Soyousuke pushed his glasses, then pulled out the Zanpakutō from his waist and walked towards the Kuchiki brothers and sisters:

"Will you still be able to evade Gin's sharp spear Hajiha despite being seriously injured? Captain Kuchiki, you really are a very powerful person."

His footsteps were unhurried, and his voice was gentle and flat:

"But...that's all."

He raised the Zanpakutō, the mirrors were covered with shadows, and the sword reflected whitely in the sunlight.

However, a voice came from the sky, making Miura Haru so familiar:

"That's it!"

A woman with long purple hair descended from the sky in a strong outfit, with a sharp blade resting on Aizen's neck, and behind him was a well-dressed girl with dark blue short hair, with a short knife resting on his back neck.

"Oh yeah."

The brown-haired man was restrained from moving, but he didn't care at all, and his expression was still open:

"This is really... a nostalgic face."

All changes happen in the blink of an eye.

Just when everyone thought that the culprit who caused the chaos could be arrested, a hole was torn from the sky, and what protruded out of the distorted space was the head of the high-ranking Xu-Killian, and from Lan Ran's right Suke, Ichimaru Gin, and Tōsen Kaname suddenly erupted with a golden coating, and the momentary momentum separated them from the other gods of death who imprisoned them. The three of them rose slowly and floated away into the void.

"From now on, I will be at the top."

The brown-haired man took off his glasses that were used as a disguise, and stroked back the hair hanging on his forehead, revealing his smooth forehead, handsome face, and even his voice was no longer gentle and polite, but With a domineering and conceited voice.

"Where... is it?"

Miura Haru stared blankly at the void, and said softly.

"There is a virtual circle."

Hitsugaya Toshiro explained to her in a gentle voice.

"Aizen him... why did he go there? Abandon the place where he lives?"

Haru Miura didn't understand, and neither did Hitsugaya. He sighed and shook his head:

"I don't know, but from his own explanation just now, he wants to be equal to King Ling."

"Who is the Spirit King?"

"It is the patron saint of the soul world."

"So Aizen wants to stand shoulder to shoulder with God?"

"do not know……"

The meaningless dialogue between the two went back and forth several times, and finally ended with Haru Miura's silence.When the figures of the three of Aizen completely disappeared at the other end of the distorted time and space, what was left to Jinglingting was a huge mess.

As the sun went down, the rescue team came, and there were many injured, and they were very busy.Haru Miura looked around, and found that almost all the gods of death had died more or less, and the ones who had nothing to do at all were only her, Toshiro Hitsugaya, and Rangiku Matsumoto. Healthy people with self-help mobility also joined the busy rescue team.

"Miss Xiaochun! It's great that you're fine!"

Orihime Inoue saw Miura Haru at a glance, ran towards her, and hugged her tightly:

"I'm so worried about you!"

Harun Miura felt the warm body temperature of the other party, and her caring words, and felt that his heart was constantly moved.

"Thank you Zhiji, I'm fine."

She hugged this overly gentle and kind girl back, patted her on the back lightly, and let her go. Orihime nodded to her, then turned and ran to treat the seriously injured Kurosaki Ichigo.

Haru Miura tenderly watched the scene where the orange-haired girl seriously healed the day lily-haired boy, feeling inexplicably that he was willing to eat a mouthful of dog food.Suddenly hearing footsteps, she turned her head and found that Kuchiki Rukia was standing beside her with a hesitant expression.

"Thank you... Xiaochun."

The octopus head girl suddenly bent down and bowed to her:

"We have never met before, but you came to save me without hesitation. I don't know how to thank you."

Kuchiki Rukia saluted very standardly, with her head lowered, which surprised Haru Miura. She stepped forward to straighten Rukia's body, and then said:

"You don't need to thank me. I didn't do anything. In the end, you locked yourself in again."

"I……"

Kuchiki Rukia just said a word when she suddenly heard Unokanaretsu, who had rushed to the scene and was rescuing Kuchiki Byakuya, shouting at her:

"Miss Kuchiki, your brother has something to tell you."

"Yes."

Kuchiki Rukia turned her head and saw Kuchiki Byakuya lying on the rescue stretcher. In an instant, the scene of him taking Ichimaru Gin's sword for her without hesitation appeared in her mind. Haruhiro Miura nodded apologetically, and walked towards Byakuya Kuchiki.

Looking at the back of Mo Lan's hair, Haru Miura said softly:

"I hope their brothers and sisters can be more honest with each other."

"I think it could be."

Hitsugaya Toshirō's voice suddenly sounded from one side, startling Miura Haru, she turned around quickly, and saw the white-haired captain standing aside with her arms folded, watching the interaction between the two siblings with her: Kuchiki Byakuya stretched out his hand. His right hand was held by his younger sister and pressed against his heart.He said something softly in his mouth, Kuchiki Rukia bowed her head and shed tears.

"It's so touching, there is a feeling of brother and sister love."

Miura Haru couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Is there? I don't think so."

Hitsugaya:? ? ?

Children, do you have many question marks in your heart...

"That's because you're a dead straight man."

Miura Haru complained.

"Die... what is a dead straight man?"

Hitsugaya raised his eyebrows and asked back, but as soon as he asked, he felt that he seemed a little out of his wits: Why should I chatter with her here and there because of such trivial things?

"A dead straight man is..."

Miura Haru looked up at the sky, stretched out a finger to poke his chin, and said after a while:

"It's a boy like you who is so incomprehensible and speaks so impersonally that people just want to knock a brick on your head."

"...No... Impossible..."

He denies it.

Miura Haru gave him a scrutiny look before asking:

"Can you tell the difference between dead Barbie fans, delicate princess fans, and noble daughter fans?"

"……cannot."

"Can you tell the difference between flat shoes, lame heels, medium heels, and high heels?"

"……cannot."

"Did you know that two things can never be repeated in a woman's bag?"

"……do not know."

"What would you say to your girlfriend when she's sick in bed?"

"Take a good rest and drink more water?"

"And you said you're not a dead straight man?!"

Miura Haru fried hair:

"Okay, after checking your eyes, you are undoubtedly a pure 24K gold super dead straight man!"

Hitsugaya Black Line: He knew that Miura Haru couldn't say anything good.

No, no, why should I discuss these weird topics with her? !Could it be that my IQ has decreased along with her? !

He silently complained about his outrageous operation in his heart, and then asked:

"Are you ready to leave?"

"I don't know, it should be."

After calming down, Haru Miura stretched her waist, and seeing that there was no need for her help, she stood where she was and chatted with Toshirō Hitsugaya.

The white-haired boy tilted his head slightly, looked at Haru Miura carefully, and finally said:

"What I promised you will count."

"Do you mean?"

The girl was taken aback, a little confused, so the white-haired boy asked to help her recover her memory:

"I will pretend that you don't know about ghostly things."

"Eh? Really?"

Miura Haru was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly showed a bright smile:

"Thank you, Captain Hitsugaya, you are such a good person!"

"..."

This sentence seemed very strange, and the white-haired captain suddenly felt a little regretful.

"Captain, the vice-captain Chusen has settled down, and the current situation is stable."

Matsumoto Rangiku suddenly came over to report the situation.

"Thank you, Matsumoto."

Hitsugaya nodded, and Haru Miura breathed a sigh of relief:

"I am also relieved to hear the news."

"I'll treat you to dinner."

The white-haired boy looked at the girl touching her heart with a look of rejoicing. Before he could act on his thoughts, he subconsciously uttered these words.

For a moment, all three of them were stunned:? ? ?

Little question mark, do you have many friends...

"Ahem...I mean, you saved Chisen, so I should treat you to dinner."

The young captain suddenly blushed, turned his face away in embarrassment and pretended to cough, while explaining.

Matsumoto Ranju suddenly showed a playful smile, and after a while, she put her arms around Miura Haru's shoulder and said:

"I agree and agree! The captain finally did a good deed! By the way, Xiaochun, will you stay in the [-]th squad and sleep with me tonight? Let's have a good chat!"

"Matsumoto..."

Hitsugaya looked at his deputy captain's attentive appearance, and three black lines slid down his forehead.

Miura Haru blinked, looked at the white-haired boy, then at the excited Matsumoto Rangiku, and suddenly laughed:

"Okay!"

The journey to the world of corpses and souls is finally over. Although she feels that she has not become a very good support in this operation, she thinks that she seems to have grown up.

The girl smiled, looking at the burning clouds in the sky, and suddenly remembered the scene of her rushing to the torii gate under the fiery red sky every Friday evening.

Her "family members", are they looking at Huoshaoyun now?Will they be like her and think of her?

Ah...I really want to eat Mr. Candlestick Kiri's dishes, and Mr. Kasen's milk tea... Miss Miko secretly clenched her fists in her heart, suddenly feeling homesick.

At this moment, the fusangshen who were being talked about by Haru Miura were cleaning up in full swing, and they didn't think of Ji Jun who was far away in another world.In other words, they trusted her too blindly, and never thought about whether this little friend would encounter setbacks.

Hasebe, who belongs to Xiaochun's office, cleaned up the castle tower on the second floor, and then he was about to go downstairs. When he closed the door, he accidentally sneezed:

"Ah Qiu!"

Yaken Toshiro who passed by pushed his glasses:

"What's wrong? Have you caught a cold? Want to help you take a look?"

Press-cut Hasebe took out a tissue and wiped his nose, then shook his head:

"No need, it must have been irritated by the dust."

"That's good, dinner is ready, let's go down together."

Honmaru's family doctor Yaken Toshiro nodded reassuringly, and then went downstairs to eat with his colleagues, talking and laughing.

I really didn't think of your lord at all... Dear Hasebe and Yakuken...

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'Courage is the most important quality of human beings. If courage is present, other human qualities will naturally be possessed. '

— Churchill