half soul

The store manager in a dark green bathrobe leisurely walked up to Tie Zhai, turned his cane, and the tip of the stick drew a semicircular arc in his hand.Urahara gently stretched out his hand, pressing down on the brim of his hat.

Just one sentence stopped Hitsugaya's desire to practice desperately.

he laughs. "You don't have to work so hard, Captain Hitsugaya."

It was almost the same joking tone as before, but the snow-haired boy was keenly aware of something strange.Hearing these words, he felt as if he was waiting for something, or more like, asking him to wait for something.Compared with the affirmation and confidence this guy had in his sudden actions in the past, he felt a little hesitant at this moment, whether it was his tone of voice or his expression.All with a slight wavering.However, because of this, Hitsugaya was even more convinced that something was happening.

At times like this, Urahara never said anything meaningless.

Before this sentence was heard, Hitsugaya wanted to do his best to restore his original spiritual pressure, wanted to return to his inner world earlier, wanted to see Kurosaki Xiali as soon as possible and told her, let's go back .

He just wants to do this thing.

He wanted to tell her whether you were cold or not.

He wanted to say sorry to her for keeping you waiting.

He wanted to say thank you to her.

He wanted to tell her that you really believe in miracles.

He wanted to tell her what a fool you were.

He still has something to say.

But after thinking about it carefully, he realized that he couldn't say a word.

But now, he suddenly felt that there might be something hidden in the matter.Some very important things that I have not noticed, some things that Kisuke Urahara has noticed and is doing.

That's why I have to tell myself that I don't have to work so hard.

He needs time.

Is it.Is that so?

Those ice-green eyes paused on the store manager for a while, and then staggered away.The boy didn't intend to ask anything.If Urahara still had that uncertain tone, he made up his mind not to ask.He didn't want to hear anything about possible endings like this or that.He just needs to remember that he will become stronger again, and that he will see Xia Li again, that's enough.enough.

So Hitsugaya shook his body slightly, and shuffled away from the underground training ground.Behind the thin figure of the young man, a series of blood flowers were left behind, which bloomed sonorously and beautifully.

"Hey," Urahara's voice came from the moment he walked over his shoulder, "Is there nothing else you want to ask? Don't you want to know how to get Ms. Kurosaki back?"

"Come and tell me when you're ready."

Urahara sighed inwardly.It turns out that guy understands.I thought he was desperately looking for death, maybe he would fall before he became stronger, but I didn't expect that his mind was still very clear, and he could see through my actions.I wanted to tell him some news so that he could cherish his life more, but now it seems that his words can be avoided.

Well, that's fine too.

Urahara's expression suddenly became calm.Since it seems that Hitsugaya Toshiro will not be able to recover in the short term, then there is more time to complete that thing.It is a field that no one has ever set foot in before, let alone something that no one can do. Even if you search through the history of the soul world, it is a unique thing that has never existed.

Don't underestimate him, the first director of the Soul Society Technology Development Bureau.

Urahara touched his chin, and fell back into the question he had been thinking about for several days.Due to the problem of the concentration of spirit particles, maybe it can only be used in places where spirit particles are abundant in the world of corpses and souls?That means, if Ms. Kurosaki can come back, she must stay in Soul Soul Realm.

His sharp gaze was subconsciously fixed on the back of the snow-haired boy, watching the boy's slightly staggering but firm steps, the shop manager raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Even so, it probably isn't such a bad thing.

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Hitsugaya walks on the cold ice field.Every inch of the land is as familiar as skin permeated with blood.The young man couldn't restrain his frantic heartbeat, and only took more and more strides in the white snow under his feet.The slightly anxious rhythm clanged and spread in the hinterland of the ice sheet.This is unique, only belongs to his world.

Are you finally back?

The snow-haired boy doesn't have the time to feel endless emotions, and he doesn't have time to feel the surprise of finding something lost.He walked in a hurry, just wanting to move forward as soon as possible, and then take Xia Li back.Walking through that corner, bypassing that low rock, turning around is the direction of that person.Before deciding to show up, he looked down at his clothes.The light gray bathrobe was clean and tidy. Although he remembered that in reality, the clothes were so stained with blood that the original color could hardly be seen, but this was his inner world. The clothes were still intact, there were no blood stains, let alone the scars on his body .

However, when he passed that corner and saw the scene in front of him, he believed that he would not be more surprised than this moment.

Yes, that's Xiali.

There is no doubt that the girl sitting in front of the giant ice dragon is Kurosaki Natsuri.

But this was completely different from every scene he imagined, which was crisp and clean.

Death tyrant outfit.

The seemingly slender and thin girl is no longer dressed in the previous world, but is dressed in black, her eyes are calm, her eyebrows are slender, and she has a heroic spirit.She sat quietly on a rock with her eyebrows lowered, without any sign of coldness.The wide cuffs of the death bully's suit folded like waves in the cold wind.Seeing his figure, the girl slightly raised her crescent-like eyebrows.

Some incomprehensible expression swallowed the light little by little in his absence.

Hitsugaya only looked at her thin figure in the wind, and felt a pang of apology in his heart.He didn't realize that the black dress was the key to the whole picture.

Kurosaki Natsuri, it shouldn't be like this.

The girl sitting in front of Hirinmaru slowly got up, and pulled out a Zanpakutō from her waist, her Zanpakutō.That knife had a chaotic blade with a light red and evil charm, reflecting a dark red light in the snowstorm.He looked at what happened opposite him in astonishment, he could only feel that his bright blue dragon seemed to have closed his eyes, and he didn't say anything about what was happening.Even if he wanted to ask what happened to Hirinmaru, the dragon didn't seem to want to answer.

Suddenly, a flurry of snowflakes blurred his vision.Xia Li's voice pierced through the translucent cover, quiet and erratic.

"Hey, I want to get back your Binglun Wan, it's very simple."

He tried his best to distinguish, but the person opposite seemed to be smiling lightly.All emotions are lost in the following words.

Every syllable pierced through the wind and snow, resounding through the valley, gentle and cruel, piercing him with bruises all over his body.

she says.

"Just kill me."

The white snow in front of her eyes turned into blood red, starting from her neck and covering the whole world.

Hitsugaya suddenly opened his eyes, and the light of the first quarter moon was gurgling through his fingertips.He sat up and slowly pressed his forehead.He felt that some wounds on his body were opened by himself, and warm blood flowed out.But compared to this body, there is a part of my heart where I can't suppress the pain.

I don't know whether it is from loss or a bigger thrill.

Hitsugaya raised his head and looked at the moonlight streaming in from the window.

Who would rather die than want the other party to pay their lives.

How can you smile and say this cruel blank.

If it was a dream, no, it was a dream.

Is that to be happy or sad.

Are you grateful for the palpitating unreality, or are you sad for your own struggle with trapped beasts?

Still haven't gone back, still haven't done it.

...Is there still time?

The boy sneaked out of that room to Urahara's underground training ground, and sat curled up in a depression in a rock, as if the breath here could calm him down again.

But at least, he was no longer as bewildered as before.

Sorry.

I am sorry.

Please give me some more time.

Just a little longer, wait for me.

Trust me and trust you too.

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"That's right, Captain Hitsugaya, he will help you practice today." Kisuke Urahara stepped aside, revealing the person behind him.With short orange hair and a tall figure, he is none other than Xia Li's older brother, Kurosaki Ichigo.

"Hey, Toshiro." Ichigo raised his hand and waved it casually as a greeting.

The snow-haired boy was not too surprised by his appearance.It doesn't matter who the opponent is, and it doesn't matter who Xia Li is. What he cares about is to make himself stronger.Just this one thing.

but.Is to say but.

Just hearing this name, Hitsugaya suddenly felt that a piece of sky began to crack layer by layer, and it was crumbling in an unreachable place.

The same.

For too long in his life as Death, much longer than a human, no one else has called himself that.

Winter Lion Lang.

"Toshiro, we meet again."

"Toshiro, you can go back now."

"Toshiro, why don't you speak."

Dong Shi Lang, Dong Shi Lang...

Every time a syllable like this is sounded, it will cause a huge and inexplicable agitation.He closed his eyes lightly, feeling as if a world had collapsed.

"Let's start." The word "Kurosaki" that was about to be said was choked in his throat.These two words made him think that the person in front of him was Xia Li's brother no matter how much he ignored and ignored him.loved ones.

Kurosaki Ichigo watched as the person standing opposite picked up a knife from the ground.It was just a temporary weapon prepared by Urahara for him to parry, not even a Zanpakutō.He stretched out his hand and touched Zhanyue behind him, something that beat his own heart surged up along the place he was holding.Your own knife will always be different from other things.And what belongs to him can only be taken back by himself.

Hitsugaya's wrist looks so thin, can he really pick up that heavy Zanpakutō, can he really restore the original Reiatsu, captain level?No, there is no doubt, Ichigo told himself that the one who believed in him was Xia Li, and the one who believed in Xia Li was himself.

And there's actually no difference between the two.

"Toshiro," Ichigo waved Zanyue, who was on his back, to the front of his body, the huge bright blade silently but strongly attracted Hitsugaya's gaze, "Do you have the consciousness of immortality?"

The snow-haired boy raised the long knife in his hand, locked Ichigo from afar, and formed a cold white rainbow of swords in front of him.Even though he didn't say a word, Ichigo still clearly felt his calmness and stubbornness from the still water tip of his knife.

Intensely, unwaveringly.

In the next second, Urahara heard the sound of gold and iron striking each other as he wished, clanging fiercely.He turned his back to the two fighting, and walked up the steps without looking back.He remembered what he told Kurosaki Ichigo yesterday, and thought again, he must have made it very clear.

"Eh? What?!" When the store manager in a yukata approached Kurosaki Ichigo again last night, although the latter was used to seeing his sudden visit, he was still a little surprised, "Let me help Toshiro practice? "

"Yes," Urahara said in his usual glib tone, "it's absolutely appropriate for you to do such an unprofitable thing."

"..."

"Because I have a request, I'm afraid no one else can do it." Urahara lowered his voice, which immediately aroused Ichigo's vigilance. This is definitely not such a playful thing as it sounds, and the next words of the store manager immediately confirmed it. This point, "That is, please be sure to stop fighting before Captain Hitsugaya begins to unravel. Otherwise, Lingmei may be in danger of her life."

"What?!" Ichigo's body trembled, "Xia Li...!"

"I assure you, give me some time and I will completely solve this problem, but before that, I must not let it happen. Since Mr. Kurosaki has improved from an ordinary soul to the current level, he should be able to fight Zhong clearly feels the boundary between ordinary progress and initial solution. Try to train him and improve his strength, but please be sure to end the battle at all costs when the boundary is reached. Now he must not Beyond that line. And you promise me not to tell Captain Hitsugaya just yet."

The only thing Hitsugaya Toshiro thinks about now is this matter, how can it be easily denied by others.

Once the spirit is crushed, there is no possibility of recovery.

He remembered that Ichigo was silent for a while, and finally nodded slowly without asking anything.

The store manager who left the underground training ground never looked back.The sound of blades clashing behind him was endless.

You're making rapid progress, are you aware of it, Captain Hitsugaya?

If it was Mr. Kurosaki, he would definitely be able to find that "boundary".

However, some problems have not been resolved.

Wait a little longer, there must be a suitable opportunity to successfully bring her back.

And I have to go faster.

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Another slash with a knife, the snow-haired boy was crushed to death.

Kurosaki Ichigo's strength has already surpassed the captain's level. In the shadow of his sword like a storm, Hitsugaya felt the breath of drowning.However, he also understood that Ichigo's spiritual power was fully activated when he came up.Although that guy wasn't very good at controlling his spiritual power, Hitsugaya felt his gradual progress.Ichigo is starting from the simplest slashing technique.

That's why Zhan Yue and that unknown sharp blade frequently clashed.

Kurosaki Ichigo forced Hitsugaya Toshiro to move around non-stop.His golden-orange pupils locked on every eye movement of the snow-haired boy, whether it was the tired movements of his limbs, or the tiny drops of sweat on his forehead, none of them could escape that piercing gaze.Ichigo remained silent, but thought about it all the time.You also know that the easiest way to solve the battle is to soar your spiritual power, the premise is of course that you have this ability.And the growth of spiritual power means that at a certain time, one must suddenly wake up and go to one's inner world.

He has been waiting.Waiting for a slight change in Hitsugaya, waiting for the moment when Hitsugaya may enter the inner world.

Because Kisuke Urahara said, we still can't let you arrive.

Although I don't know what will happen to Xia Li, but as long as she may be in danger, she must believe Urahara's words.

Hitsugaya was also groping and feeling how his spiritual power melted into the sharp blade in his hand bit by bit, making it firmer, firmer, sharper, sharper.Otherwise, the knife in his hand would be torn apart by the bright blue spiritual power at any time, leaving no bones left.

He suddenly remembered the dream he had thought a long time ago.That was also the first time he saw it.

The huge ice dragon is entrenched in front of him, with a natural arrogance flowing around.It spread its wings, and the sky and the earth trembled.And the ignorant self could only look at the fetish in front of him and be terrified.Understand nothing, understand nothing.Of course I don't know, that is my inner world, that is my Zanpakuto, the king of ice and snow - Hirinmaru.

He remembered that his voice was so erratic in the majesty of the ice dragon covering the sky and the sun.Insignificant.It is hard to imagine that I am the real king of this world.

"what are you?!"

It holds its head high.

"What are you talking about, I can't hear you!"

It wags its tail.

"I can not hear……"

It clamors the sky.

That sentence "My name is..." was not heard by myself at that time.

But even if I know it now, I have already called it a thousand times, but I can't return to that world. Isn't this a kind of irony?Very spicy.

For a moment, the Hirinwan seemed to be extremely clear, as if it could be touched, and it flowed through the whole body like blood.He immediately realized that perhaps his memories of the past aroused some kind of sympathy.The opportunity to make this body regain that inner world is the deep-rooted memory.So Hitsugaya withdrew some of his obsession with Reiatsu and calmed down.He once again recalled the frozen land and the lonely wind that pierced through the sky.

A clear.

"Stop." Ichigo stood up abruptly, and Zhanyue changed from pressing every step to being silent in an instant, and the spot of light on the blade stopped as if holding his breath.Ichigo's eyes were filled with deep and shallow alertness. "Let's continue tomorrow."

The snow-haired boy gasped slightly, and the edge of the sharp weapon stopped in front of a bodyguard.If he handed out a little more, the latter would splatter blood on the spot.But the man stopped his hand without hesitation, as if he didn't care about his own life.Hitsugaya's emerald green eyes fixed on Ichigo.

How to reach the inner world is a matter without warning, but I have already felt this possibility at the moment just now.

"Why did you stop?"

Not a question, but a cross-examination.

You know it, you feel it.

As keen as you are, how could you get out of the matter at the most critical moment, with a dignified look on your face.

Not because of swords, but for other reasons, more difficult to describe, reasons unknown to me.

Kurosaki Ichigo, you are not a person who is good at hiding your feelings.

"What the hell happened."

What I want is an answer.Don't give me excuses or silence.

"What happened, Kurosaki Ichigo."

"You still need time." The orange-haired boy just left this sentence, turned and left, noncommittal to his questioning.

It really takes time, Toshiro.

But it's not you, it's Urahara.It's Xiali.

-To be continued