[Reaper Lanping] Dark River

It was of no value to stay any longer, and the three of them wandered aimlessly in Kyoto.

"Well, you said that my spiritual power is too chaotic." Ichigo was still puzzled, "If I remember correctly, Hirako's spiritual power is also two kinds of Void and Shinigami, why can he transmit spiritual power, I don't know Can?"

Yeyi seemed to have never expected such a dull person, so he glanced at Ichigo contemptuously, and then slapped him hard on the head.

"Hey, why did you hit me all of a sudden!"

Urahara patted his forehead in pain, looking at him sadly: "Kurosaki-kun, you are still too young."

Kurosaki Ichigo is also at a loss today.

"You two made it clear!!!"

Encountered many difficulties.

The most recent example is helping Aizen to find a knife, and going forward is the war with the Quincy Empire, and facing Aizen in the white Xuye Palace uniform in the winter when there was no snow; fighting against the Xu in the body , Survived in such an entangled way; when he turned to say goodbye to Hiyori, he stroked the pain of being whipped on his neck, with mixed feelings in his heart;

As a result, apart from fighting with his own Zanpakuto, all the not-so-good memories come from this man Aizen.

In scenes with various tones, just thinking of him makes me irritable, and hatred surges in my heart.

In the past, I also hoped that my intuition was wrong. Aizen was such a gentle and generous person. It was my illusion, that's all; Before the deputy captain, he chose to believe him without hesitation between doubt and belief.

He is such a stupid person, thinking of this, he sighed.The God of Death's concept of time is easily blurred by the long lifespan, so Xiao Tao's soft and weak "Captain Aizen" still echoed in his ears, which made him hate not only Aizen, but also the feeling of his own incompetence. disgust.

The time spent with Captain Aizan was all good.This point cannot be denied by other young vice-captains. Before Aizen's rebellion, he was indeed a good person in various senses. What Aizen left for them was indeed a beautiful time.With such a person by your side, no matter how much you hate him at the beginning, you will gradually fall into it in the end, right?

He cares about it, hates it, thinks the other party is so hypocritical, and always complains about what kind of workaholic his vice-captain is and Hirako himself, who also looks boring, is precisely because he was told that it was just an illusion. This anger, and for a long time can not let go.

Compared with the depressed young Mori, maybe the self who escaped to the present world is not much better, right?

Aizen who was weak and lethargic on the bed, was he also pretending it on purpose?It's useless to him, because he won't be fooled again - after helping him find the Zanpakuto, he still has to go back. Hirako Mako belongs to the world of corpses and souls, and is the captain of the fifth team of Jinglingting .

It is necessary to make up for the mistakes made by the previous blind choice of trust.

The self who returned to Jinglingting with such a mind is really a bit bad.It wasn't until I saw Hina's appearance that I discovered my weakness, so I confessed my feelings.

I have always lived in this world with hatred, but in the end I almost forgot where my hatred came from.The reality is like him, he will not be angry with himself for a long time alone for what happened to him, and the dead will not come back, and those innocent suffering souls can be regarded as a stone that has weighed on his heart.

"There's no way it's going to be completely boring - there was a good time."

Followed by a quietly burning fire behind him, the hidden longing when we first met.

Although Mako Hirako was perceptive enough, Aizen was too smart.After that, apart from the Zanpakuto that communicated with him silly from time to time, even he himself felt that the fleeting desire behind the lens was just his own illusion.

It's just that he is most unwilling to admit that he is no different from others, and he also hates Aizen's deception to him.

Those days are all fake...

He was lying on his side, facing Aizen's sleeping face.The pale-faced man fell asleep peacefully, his chest rising and falling with the rhythm of his breathing.He took out his mobile phone, pointed at Lan Ran's face, and snapped several photos.

"Too stupid..."

Hirako, who only realized what he had done after the filming, muttered like this, while looking at the photos of Aizen's sleeping face that he had taken, and didn't know whether he was talking about Aizen or his own behavior.

It takes up too much memory, delete it.

A burst of tiredness struck, and Pingzi couldn't help being irritable.

If you fall asleep like this, you won't be able to sleep at night, right?When you close your eyes, you will see that dream again, which is related to Aizen...

... dream.

He was stunned now, this time it was too fast, he came in as soon as he closed his eyes!

The cry was far and near, no matter what troubles and hesitation it was, he left it behind.

The long hair is dragging on the bridge deck, I don't know if it is my illusion, the bridge is getting more and more dilapidated, exuding a decaying atmosphere.The vermilion paint on the railings would even peel off as you walked around, and it seemed like something bad was about to happen.

"Well, where are you?"

He raised his voice a little more and asked loudly where the crying came from.

In the silent street, his voice echoed among the bricks and tiles of the walls.

"I...I don't know..."

The immature voice and the pitiful weeping sound must be a beauty——if it was in reality, he would definitely think that way.He picked up his hair and ran down the street, looking for the source of the crying.This time the surrounding scene was not distorted, it was almost approaching, and the crying became clearer.

In the end, he found the source of the crying under the torii gate of a shrine.

It's not a beauty, or a child, as he thought.

Aizen's sword was inserted in front of the torii gate, the blade was full of rust, and the dark green guard on the handle was almost rotted away. He could only recognize it through the unique blade. It was Aizen's sword. , a mirror image.

"This lord..."

The voice of an immature girl, crying and begging to him.

"Do you know where... あなた is?"

It is also a strange thing for a knife to be called あなた to its owner.Hirako guessed that maybe only this rusty knife in front of him could gain Aizen's wholehearted trust?

"Your master is also looking for you." Pingzi lowered his head and said to the knife, "You are like a mirror image—are you the creator of this dream?"

The blade was stuck in front of the torii gate, motionless, but Hirako heard a slight tremor in it, like a little girl shrugging her shoulders lightly.

"I... I can't find the master..."

There is no way to speak harshly to the crying girl, even if the opponent is a sword, it is still Aizen's sword.He had no choice but to comfort the little girl, squatting in front of the blade and lowering his voice: "Then how should we find you—?"

Before he finished asking, everything around him began to blur again.This time he really saw the melting process of the surrounding scenes.

The last one to disappear was Jinghua Suiyue who stopped crying.Although there is no entity, he feels that the knife is "watching" him.

"The soil in front of the torii gate shows signs of being passive." Ye Yi ran back to the alley where Urahara was hiding, "Although there are bricks and tiles in front, the bricks and tiles are loose, and the soil underneath is also very fresh.

Skillfully jumping up, Urahara also reached out to catch her, took out a handkerchief and wiped her paws carefully: "Thank you for your hard work, but I still feel that you still have something to say~"

"No spiritual power was detected, and I'm not sure if it's related to something." The black cat nestled comfortably in the man's arms and enjoyed the cleaning service, with its paws open so that he could clean the dust between its toes.

"Maybe there will be discoveries, remember what Aizen said?"

When Urahara proposed to find the sword body, he first mentioned that maybe he would also find the sword body, which was a 50.00% chance.

"It seems that we all need to be there at night. After all, it is Aizen's knife. Only he himself knows what the thing he found means and what clues it contains."

When Aizen woke up, he was facing Hirako's sleeping face, holding the mobile phone in his hand, as if he couldn't help falling into a deep sleep after lying beside him and playing with the mobile phone for a long time.He took out the phone from Hirako's hand, and the time on it showed that it should be sunset.

He rolled over and sat up gently, feeling a little dizzy.Even with a lighter movement, the person on the bed still woke up.

"Soyousuke, are you... awake?"

A lazy voice with dissatisfaction scratched past his heart unexpectedly, Aizen's hands were placed on the bed, and the folds of the sheets gathered around his fingers, and then slowly spread out.

"Well, wake up."

He got up and walked to the window, opened the curtains, and the glow of the sky flooded into the room.This is exactly the time of encountering demons every day. When the rays of the sun dissipate, the hidden fears in people's hearts will turn into monsters and roam the streets.

"Hey, it's too bright!" There was a dissatisfied protest behind him.

"Is it bright?"

He stood by the bed and turned to look at Hirako.The rays of the sun also scattered on his hair and fell into his dark gold eyes, making the dark gold suddenly brighten, with the confusion of just waking up.

Hirako's gaze slowly focused on him, and finally he also looked into his eyes.

With his back facing Aizen who was full of the sky, his light brown eyes were full of unknown emotions.Time flowed bit by bit in their meeting eyes, and something more unpredictable than time floated between them.

It was his vice-captain who looked very gentle, and it overlapped with the figure who would smile helplessly, complain to him, and follow him all the time 110 years ago, even though he didn't wear those rustic glasses.In the shadow against the light, Hirako Mako saw something that he was unable to control, which suddenly shattered and changed its shape.

He paced over from the bed, his figure blocking the glow of the sky.The corners of Lan Ran's raised eyes seemed to be focused on seeing something, and they were much softer, not as sharp and glaring as usual.

The crimson halo around him and the orange-red sky are indeed the most suitable for the emotion in his eyes right now.

"Just now, what did you call me?"

With a bewitching gentle voice, it was the call from under the river in the dream.

"... Soyousuke."

It wasn't as unfamiliar as the first time he spoke, those few syllables floated between them with emotions that he couldn't understand.

"Ah."

Too close, too dangerous.

Hirako wanted to say something to break the tense atmosphere, but he didn't know what to say so as not to appear awkward.

"Just now, I..."

"do not speak."

Brown hair dangled in front of his eyes, and Aizen interrupted him rudely.The icy breath enveloped him, but his eyes were filled with warmth, like the rays of the sun.

"Talk now and I'll be very angry."

Is it still his hypocrisy this time?

This situation is also an illusion to regain his trust, right?But as the distance between Aizen and him shortened, the brain seemed to be unable to continue thinking. He could only feel the abnormal cold breath approaching him, and he could clearly observe the trembling of the opponent's eyelashes.

Sitting on the bed like this, unable to move——

"Dong dong dong."

Aizen stopped leaning forward.

"...Ah, it must be Ichigo and the others, I'll open the door!"

Pingzi frantically opened Shunbu and moved to the door, and opened the door with a smile on his face: "Hey, are you back?"

Kurosaki Ichigo's face was full of black lines: "What are you, is it just me?

The man looked a bit embarrassed, his spiritual pressure became up and down, and he exaggeratedly stuck his head out of the door and looked left and right, trying to cover up his mistake just now: "Ah, what about Xizhu?"

"They found a little clue." Kurosaki Ichigo crossed his arms and complained about him, "Don't be like this, did you do something to Aizen again, you are very guilty."

"Whispering! Nope!" Pingzi retorted loudly, appearing even more guilty.

Aizen looked at Hirako's back, thought for a while before walking over, and opened the door directly: "Kurosaki-kun, come in and tell us what you found."

Ichigo walked into the room through the wide open door, and all he saw was a bed and the glow of the setting sun filling the room.Suddenly, he felt a chill behind him; when he turned his head to look, Aizen seemed to have just shifted his gaze from him to the top of Hirako's head, as if he was studying something carefully.

...What happened just now!In the morning, he looked at himself with the eyes of a wanderer looking at a kitten on the side of the road, but now he stares at himself with resentment, what is he doing?

"Well, today we went to the street near the source in the upper reaches of Aizen River," Ichigo casually pulled a chair and sat down, seeing Aizen and Heiko sitting on the edge of the bed together with a very high synchronization rate, completely ignoring the other person next to Ichigo An empty chair.

Why does it feel weird?

Ichigo didn't think about it carefully, but honestly stated to Aizen what happened in the morning, and explained to him the information that Urahara told Aizen.

"At the place called Tenman Shrine close to the stele, does the priestess inside have a faint smell?"

Aizen became interested: "Xu? What is Urahara's specific analysis?"

"It means that it has something to do with your sword, probably like this." Ichigo scratched the back of his head, "But he asked me to tell you, go to the shrine with Heiko at night, and see if you can find anything more—ah , and, I received a text message from Urahara just now, the bricks in front of the torii are loose, and the soil underneath also shows signs of being turned over."

Then he looked at Aizen and Heiko.

"What did you want to say just now?" Aizen put on a sincere look, "Sorry for interrupting you just now."

In the evening glow that filled the room, Ichigo felt Hirako's Reiatsu rising and swelling uncontrollably, Aizen's complexion suddenly turned pale.

"Hey Pingzi!"

Aizen turned his head quickly this time, and gave him a real stare.

Why are you staring at me? ?I am thinking about your body! ! !

Kurosaki Ichigo continued to be at a loss today.