one room spring

I am a god of death named Haru Shiina, born in the soul world, my father is a very strict captain of the god of death, ruled many gods of death, the Shiina family is a well-known nobleman in the world of souls, but this does not mean that my life is more Other people are happy, and my life is almost nothing but training.

My father told me since I was a child that I must do better than anyone else, because I am a member of the Shiina family, and I am proud of it. I followed my father's words and continued to train, becoming the youngest Shinigami captain in the history of the soul world.

I'm glad that my hard work has paid off. It didn't take me long to become the god of death, and I realized the swastika and became the third seat of the first team.

The job of the god of death is to extradite souls to the world of corpses and souls, and to kill those souls who have fallen into ghosts. My job is to govern a rural area in Japan.

I like that place very much. Although it is very remote, the people are very enthusiastic. The small village is always full of vitality. I like to sit on the tree and watch them chatting. Even if they can't see me, I feel very happy.

One day, a young man with a beard who looked like an uncle came to the small village. He looked like a child from a rich family. He wore homemade clothes different from those in the village. They were made of fine silk. Beautiful, with curved eyelashes, and a pair of ice blue eyes as charming as the sky.

Standing in the golden paddy field, he pointed to the wind-blown paddy field and asked me with a smile, "Does it look like a wave?"

I was sure, it was talking to me, there was no one around me, he was talking to me, those ice blue eyes were looking at me.

I stayed here for a long time, although I can see the people in the village greet each other warmly and live a simple and kind life, but...they can't see me, and they are more or less lonely.

And this long-standing loneliness was shattered at this moment, floating in the air like shards of glass, the silvery white light was dazzlingly beautiful, I smiled and replied, "Well, it's very beautiful."

He started chatting with me, and we talked a lot, about astronomy, geography, birds, animals, insects and ants, almost everything.

He knew I was the god of death, he said he had seen many ghosts, who could float in the air like me, but without a knife, not the god of death.

I said, those souls will be extradited to the world of corpses by our god of death.

He asked me, will all the dead go?

I smiled, if not consumed by negativity.

He likes to call me Xiaochun. Several times when we were chatting, he wanted to touch my head. He said, my hair is very beautiful, like a waterfall.

I laughed and promised to let him touch it next time.

I was born in spring, so I also like spring. Whenever spring comes, the mountains and fields around the village are full of wild flowers, green everywhere, full of vitality. When he is working, I stand by and watch, waiting After finishing his work, he would pick two flowers, put them in front of me, and say they would be given to me.

Those flowers are very fragrant and intoxicating. I have never smelled more fragrant than that.

I asked him, are you not married?Yuko likes you very much, she is a good girl.

He looked at me determinedly for a long time, finally shook his head and said, "I will never marry anyone in my life."

I tilted my head, opened my eyes and asked, "Why?"

He smiled, his blue eyes were so gentle that he seemed to drown me, "I have someone I like, and that person is called Haru Shiina."

The wind blew gently, and a piece of cherry blossom petals slipped from the tip of my nose and fell in front of me. I seemed to smell the smell of spring.

In the fifth year of our relationship, I had to go back because of an urgent order from the soul world. I decided to break my promise because I found out... I fell in love with him, but it is impossible for the god of death to have a result with a human being. , his life is still very long.

Not wanting to delay him, he would soon forget me, and with this in mind, I left the wooden hut, the field, and the village without saying goodbye.

Later, I never went back. In order to get rid of this memory in my mind and miss him, I started more rigorous training. The improvement of my spiritual power seemed to break through the limit. , but I still can't forget him, the big golden rice fields are always in my mind, and whenever spring comes, I seem to be able to smell the fragrance of those wild flowers.

Ten years have passed, and the Technology Development Bureau has researched a strange thing, which is said to facilitate the operation of the god of death. That thing can allow us to have entities in this world, but it doesn't last long.

At that moment, the thought of going to see him suddenly rushed into his mind, and he couldn't control it. He suppressed his excitement and kept telling himself that even if he went, it wouldn't help. He had already lived a stable life. It doesn't make any sense to bring up old things now.

But... Although reason is clear, it is still replaced by emotions, and I can't suppress my crazy yearning for him. I stole that thing from the Technology Development Bureau and came to this world.

At that time, I saw him standing by the rice field, looking into the distance, as if he was thinking about something, as if aware of my existence, he turned his head, was stunned when he saw me, and then laughed, like Like our first meeting, he pointed to the wind-blown rice fields and said, "Does it look like waves?"

His eyes are still beautiful, but the corners of his eyes meet the crow's feet, and his smile is still so gentle, but with vicissitudes.

I smiled and answered him, "Well, it's pretty."

Just smiling and laughing, tears fell out of the sour eyes.

I seldom cry, no matter how harsh the training I have been through, or how many jealous gossips I have heard, I have never cried. My father always touches my head and praises me for being sensible.

He came over, touched my head, and said, "So you can cry too?"

I hugged him and said, "I will... Death will also cry..."

I think I'm so stupid, obviously I understand very well, he is a very stubborn person, he will not give up easily, only me, an idiot, still thinks that if we have no results, it is better to separate early.

He is waiting for me and will always be waiting for me.

"I'm such an idiot..." I whimpered as I wiped my snot on him.

His doting voice came from the top of his head, "Isn't it? We are all idiots."

Living with him in this posture for two days, I finally returned to the state of the soul, we seem to have come back to the original point after a big circle, we both deeply understand the fact that we both love each other deeply .

Not long after that, Reaper started a war with the Quincy, and I had to go back.

Before leaving, I promised him, "I'll be back."

He looked at me deeply for a long while, his eyes full of hope, and sent me away with a smile.

But... After leaving, I never came back.

I forgot that in that small village, there was a man I loved deeply, and a man who loved me deeply.

I forgot that whenever spring comes, there are green grass and flowers all over the mountains and plains.

I forgot the rice fields blown like golden waves by the wind.

I forgot those sky-blue beautiful eyes.

I forgot...he was still waiting for me, just like before, always, always waiting for me...