[Reaper Lanping] Dark River

"As for Aizen, the saddest thing is the bald guy."

Hiyori, who was not forgiving in his mouth, but worried in his eyes, looked at the eaves where raindrops were constantly dripping, sitting under the corridor.After taking off the haori of the [-]th division, and experiencing the torment of being blurred, his usually broad shoulders look extremely thin at this moment.

"Really, this is too outrageous!"

When Hiyori, who was anxious and distressed, was about to go forward, Lisa held him down.

"Let him stay alone for a while, maybe it will be better."

Long hair scattered on the corridor, Mako Hirako in a gray striped yukata was holding a pottery teacup, her eyes were empty and she didn't know what to think about.

The blond hair that used to look brighter than the sun was extremely dull at the moment, losing its original luster.

The two deputy captains left, and Hirako sat there motionless as if he had never noticed them from the beginning to the end.

The rain outside was still pattering down, this kind of scenery fit his mood very well.

The gray mind world, the pale face, the blurred self with long silver hair, and the fight where the sun is out and the time passes.

The long silver hair seemed to be still dangling in front of his eyes.

The tea, which was originally slightly sweet, also became bitter in the mouth.

"Kisuke..."

"Ok?"

Urahara Kisuke's curved light was easily lifted by Hirako with the warm curtain, and the tired-looking former [-]th division captain stood behind him.

"Do you have scissors?"

"What are you going to do?"

"Where are you talking so much nonsense, just give it to me!"

The forced smile on his face couldn't hide the sadness in his eyes.Seeing Urahara Kisuke enter the warehouse and pull out the scissors and hand them to him, he looked up at Urahara who was looking worried, and the smile he could barely pull disappeared.

Urahara felt that for a while, Mako Hirako was looking at someone through him.

A guy they all hated.

Quickly lowering her head, Hirako Mako stroked her long hair.

Urahara Kisuke's pupils suddenly shrank: "You...!"

Gently picking up a lock of long hair, Mako Hirako cut it off without hesitation.One bunch, and then another bunch, cut at a leisurely pace.The golden hair scattered on the ground, without the support of the master's spiritual power, became even more bleak.

Hiyori, who followed Lisa back, saw this scene when he came around the corner.

"...Baldy?! What are you doing?!"

Urahara didn't speak, turned around and entered the warehouse.Mako Hirako cut off the last strand of her long hair, shook it, and looked at Hiyori who was frightened and angry.

"Stupid bald man! Why do you have to cut your fine hair! Hey Lisa! Let go of me! I'm going to beat him hard! What is going on with that decadent look! Is Aizen so important to you!"

Hiyori, who was waving his fists and kicking his legs, was picked up by Lisa, preventing her from running towards Hirako.

His hair has not completely become short as it was 110 years later, but is still slightly longer and hangs over his shoulders.

Originally thought that Hirako would retort, but he just patted the hair that got on his body, silently sent out a ghost way, and those hairs turned into spirits and disappeared in the air.Hiyori stopped struggling, stared blankly at Hirako's back, and then roared again.

"Idiot! Idiot! What are you doing!"

With a thin back and blond hair hanging on his shoulders, even when he turned his head, it was impossible for people to see his expression clearly.

"Ah, that... Hiyori, I'm so sorry, I'm really bald now."

After his figure disappeared around the corner of the corridor, Lisa put Hiyori down.

"He is probably the most painful one in our place, because he is the vice captain who gets along day and night..."

She stopped talking, looked at Hiyori's turned face, at a loss.

Hiyori, who was biting his lip while crying, choked and sobbed softly.

"I know...of course I know..."

No matter how much they usually fight, but seeing Hirako's appearance, I can't help but want to cry.

"Stupid Hirako..."

She knelt down and hugged herself, the sound of the rain gradually drowning out her cries.

Although Hirako Mako didn't realize it, the other captains and deputy team members who fled together all saw a little clue.

It seems that it was a long, long time before Hirako said with a relaxed smile that he was going to kill Aizen.

After a long time, no matter who he mentioned, he would always look indifferent.

But I just feel more sad than before.

"So what to do with this?"

Urahara Kisuke looked at Amma Chizuru in embarrassment, because everyone else was looking at him for help.

"Should Aizen handle this?" Urahara tentatively proposed.

As a result, the shinigami present and Tenma Chizuru shook their heads unanimously.Aside from the influence that Xu had on her, Amma Chizuru also knows about what Aizen did before under the popularization of Hanataro-such a man is too scary, it is better to stay away.

While talking, Hirako and Aizan walked into the shrine one after the other.The man who seemed to be full of aura originally followed obediently behind the blond man, holding his own knife in his hand, but due to the loss of his glasses, every look in his eyes still looked quite sharp.

"Ah, Aizen-kun, you came just in time—"

"Someone just give him the power of the god of death." Lan Ran interrupted him directly, with a perfect smirk, "It's just that it's not easy for people from Jinglingting to speak?"

"Aizen, what you said is a little too much." Hirako tilted his head, stretched out his hands to pick his ears, with a lazy look, he was completely different from the captain who was serious during the battle just now.

Aizen smiled, but really didn't speak again.

"Well, there's nothing Xiaoqianhe can do when he's here, because the chain of cause and effect is broken, theoretically it's equivalent to a dead person, right?"

Amma Chizuru took a step back in fright.

"But after all, it's because of Aizan, Hirako!" Ichigo said with a curled lip while carrying the knife, "Not everyone can become a Shinigami."

Aizan shook his head with a smile, and walked up to Tenma Chizuru with a knife in his hand: "Well, this kid is a rare type, maybe Urahara-kun saw it and didn't directly say the word of becoming a god of death, right? "

"She has a sadistic physique." Kisuke Urahara sighed and began to explain, "The so-called sadistic physique means that she is easily possessed, and it is also what humans say is very yin. Miss Tenma also mentioned that she is very bad. Popular with critters—and unexplained fevers too, isn't it?"

Amami Chizuru nodded: "Ah, it's like this! I always have a fever, and my mother-in-law said that this is a test given to me by God."

"It might be a test or not." Lan Ran drew out the knife and hung it by his side, still with an expression of ease.To be honest, apart from being sealed that time, Kurosaki Ichigo has never seen an expression similar to anger and panic on his face.

He looked down at Tianman who was at a loss: "Anyway, it's fine to push it on me. As for this child, after becoming a god of death, he will attract more attention, right? Just let the god of death over here pay more attention, it's nothing Difficult."

Then he looked at Tianman's eyes and said comfortingly: "It's no use talking more—it might hurt a little."

Kurosaki Ichigo always felt that this sounded familiar...

Kyoka Suigetsu's blade quickly plunged into Amami Chizuru's chest, but Chizuru had no time to react; a huge flow of spiritual power hit her; when the white light dissipated, Aizen pulled out the knife, and Amamura Chizuru was already Dressed in a deadly domineering outfit, he stood where he was, still in shock.

"Hey, you're being rough with girls!"

Hirako protested again behind him.

"Short-term pain is worse than long-term pain." Aizen made a nasal sound between laughter and disdain, "Then just ask the captain to go back and give her a shallow punch. After all, not everyone is like Kurosaki-kun, As soon as you become Shinigami, you have your own Zanpakuto."

Kurosaki Ichigo has his own Zanpakuto, but it's just designed by Aizen.

But when it comes to meeting Rukia and the others, it is not a bad thing; the death of the mother cannot be changed again.

So after teaching him a lesson, letting him be sealed and losing his strength, for such a proud person, teaching him a lesson is enough to hit him.

Besides, I really beat him up.

"If it's okay, Aizen, come back to Soul Realm with me, or we'll fight again." Mako Hirako said while fanning herself with her hands, although her tone was casual, her eyes were still quite serious.

Aizen shook his head: "Let's talk about that kind of thing after tonight."

Indeed, it is really not good for a dignified captain to leave a fugitive here.It's just that such a title made others look at him a few more times, because it felt really strange.

"Ah, let's talk about it tomorrow." Rolling up his sleeves, the current captain of the fifth division finished lazily, turned around and walked out of the shrine, and then disappeared into the street in a blink of an eye.

Looking at the empty entrance of the shrine, Aizen sighed and put away the knife.Chizuru on one side has already returned to his body with the help of Urahara, and he is still moving his body in an incredible way.

"Feeling a little sleepy, but it's okay..." she said.

Urahara nodded, and patted his cheek to relax: "Ah, that's good, Ms. Tianma's reaction is pretty good - then, I'll give you our address in the empty seat, if necessary If so, you can come and find us, or you can find the local god of death... After all, you are one of Aizen's subordinates and you are considered one of the victims, so I won't leave you alone."

Tianma nodded, and silently accepted the scrawled address note that Urahara wrote while talking.Such a gentle man has actually done so many... Such things, as expected, even if you have talked with someone, you may not be able to tell whether this person is good or bad.

"Then let's go... See you later?"

After thinking about it, Ichigo said this sentence, with a rather warm smile to comfort the girl who was frightened tonight.The girl blushed, held the note in her hand, and nodded.

"Urahara-kun, Yoruichi-san, and Kurosaki-kun...then, see you later. And thank you, Yamada-kun."

Yamada Hanataro scratched the back of his head embarrassingly: "It doesn't matter, rescue or something is the bounden duty of the fourth squad!"

The five of them went out together, Kisuke Urahara looked at Aizen who was walking on the bank, the latter seemed to be in a good mood, obviously he might be taken away at any time - but there are not many people who can take him away, right?

The seal he used for the first time was not in his body, it was a one-time seal that would be destroyed after use; what he was not sure about was that the last chain...would it be loosened by this experience?

Under the brim of the hat, Urahara looked very solemn.

When they arrived at the hotel, they found Pingzi leaning against the elevator with an impatient look on his face.

Aizen turned his head and explained to Urahara: "He only wanted to come back, and forgot that the room card was with me."

"What's that look on your face!...Hey! Ichigo! I saw you smiling! Don't turn your head away! I saw it!"

But in the eyes of the front desk staff, Aizen was the only one. He looked to the side first, and then walked into the elevator with a smile.

"Well, Captain Hirako's room, what should we do?"

Nakajima Twelve Seats held the official document and asked cautiously when it was delivered to Aizen's room.

"Leave it as it is."

Saying that, Lan Ran took off her glasses, pinched the bridge of her nose lightly: "Anyway, didn't you put them like that before?"

Nakajima showed a slightly sad expression, but quickly covered it up.

"Aizan vice-captain..."

She put the official documents on the table, and then stood in front of his desk, her short black hair swaying a little by her ears.

"Vice-Captain, I'll be very busy in the future, and there's no reason to use an empty room."

Since Captain Hirako died in the line of duty, Aizen took over all the work of the captain and vice-captain alone.To appease the restless team members without delaying work, Mao did not quit his lectures, which can be said to be incompetent.

My good friend Jushi Kuroi is married and has changed her husband's surname to Kawakami.As a small nobleman, the Kawakami family has strict family traditions, but considering that the future headed wife is indeed an excellent Shinigami, she might be able to gain a place in the fifth team based on her seniority, and she did not let her resign from the team.But recently, after hearing the news that Kuroi...no, Kawakami Jushi was pregnant, the tired Vice Captain Aizen couldn't help but give Kawakami a vacation.

"Tenth Kawakami also wants to come back to help the vice-captain deal with affairs together—not only that, the original seventeenth seat also came back from the fourth division, and wants me to come to you to get some documents to deal with."

"Ah, Mr. Yuan..."

After listening to her report, Aizen seemed to have even more headaches: "I have already said that I will take care of it. Mr. Yuan needs a good rest for his injury, right? There are also Kawakami Ten Seats. If there is no holiday, Kawakami's The head of the family will also be very concerned, I didn't force her to rest because I thought she was pregnant—"

"But the whole team is worried..."

Nakajima said anxiously: "You—the vice captain, you—tomorrow is your inauguration ceremony..."

"That is to say, tomorrow I will be the captain of the Fifth Division." Aizen put on his glasses again and looked at Nakajima gently, "Don't stand still, let's have a cup of tea together."

Without waiting for Nakajima to refuse, Aizen stood up and went to the back room.After a while, he took the tray, poured tea, handed a cup to Nakajima, and held the cup in his hand after brewing himself.

"Actually, that's what everyone meant, right?"

After Nakajima took the teacup, Aizen spoke slowly.

"I am really grateful for everyone's kindness. It is because of this that I have to work harder to be responsible for the whole team."

Hearing this, Nakajima looked down at the teacup with a little disappointment, the tea leaves inside floated upright in the water.

"Tomorrow I will be the captain of the Fifth Division. To be honest, I don't know if I can really take responsibility."

Talking very slowly, Aizen looked into the courtyard.Today's Jinglingting is bright, there is not even a cloud, just a pure blue sky.

——It is completely different from the dark night of the virtual circle.

"Not only is it responsible to everyone in the fifth team, but it can also be regarded as... giving the captain an explanation."

Saying this in a low voice, he looked up at the team members who were still depressed: "If the captain is here, what would he say?"

Without waiting for Nakajima to answer, he said to himself again: "Leave it to Yousuke Sou, he's the best." mind, but I'll try. So I've been a little bit nervous lately, and..."

Nakajima's tears fell silently into the teacup.

"So I also want to prove that I can indeed lead the fifth team forward, just like him."

"Don't cry, Nakajima... I just told you why I worked so hard..."

The girl's tears kept pouring down the teacup, onto the back of her hand, and onto the clothes of the dead bull.

"Captain Aizan...you are really good..." she sobbed, "but you don't have to bear all the responsibilities alone...we...we are all by your side..."

"Do not worry."

Stretching out his hand to touch the girl's head, Aizen looked directly at the girl's eyes covered in mist.

"It's also because I'm too stubborn—then, please send the part of the document about the personnel adjustment of the Ninth Division next to Mr. Yuan. Also, how about teaching Yin how to handle official documents? After that, he will be the vice-captain. But after all, I am too young, and I still need your help."

Nakajima put down his teacup, wiped away his tears, and showed a small smile: "Well...I'm still crying, I'm so sorry... Ichimaru Sanshi can actually be alone, he's really smart."

Watching the girl leave, Aizen still had a smile on her lips.

Then he looked at the Haori of the [-]th Division who was at hand.

Then the smile faded away, and his hand stroked Kamihaori.

The vice-captain of the Fifth Division, and then the captain of the Fifth Division.

The hatred, pain, and despair eyes of the man in haori, sometimes recalling it, both feel happy and ridiculous.

Tomorrow, I will wear this haori and become the captain.Although it is said to be a completely different haori, but looking at the Chinese characters on it is always in a daze.

The distance from his goal is getting closer and closer.

"Hey, deputy captain, good afternoon!"

"silver."

Habitually smiling at the silver-haired boy, the boy held a stack of official documents in his hand.

"This is not good, it made Nakajima-kun cry."

The young man whose stature has gradually grown, is intelligent and alert.It can be seen that the boy approached him with a purpose, but Aizen didn't know what it was.

"That's why, as my assistant, you didn't help me finish the official documents?" He said lightly, "Are the Kuchiki's persimmons delicious?"

The bulging part of the front is definitely not the chest.

"Then—does the captain want to eat?"

"I'll let it go."

Yoruichi said that it doesn't matter if he sleeps like a cat, and he scratched Urahara's face hard when he wanted to sleep with the cat.

In the end, it was back to the situation where Hirako shared a room with Aizen, Hanatarou shared a room with Urahara, and Ichigo shared a room with himself.At night, Hirako lay on the bed as if being bound by one of the ropes, lying straight and looking at the ceiling.

When I get along with Aizen alone, I still get nervous.

And because... so now I feel even more uncomfortable.Although he found a logical reason for the pain and decadence that he couldn't vent at that time, it didn't mean that he could accept the fact that he liked Aizen before.

Aizen stood aside and wiped his hair with a towel, thinking to himself, he knew he was nervous again at this time, and he would never be able to figure out Mako Hirako's brain circuit.

The trembling of the mirror flower and water moon placed beside the bed first broke the awkward silence.

Aizen put down the towel, his upper body was still naked, and picked up his knife.

Then he frowned and looked at Hirako.

"Keep your knife in check."

Hirako Mako looked at her motionless knife, and then at the mirror.Thinking of his own Dao's bad personality, Pingzi still tried to communicate with Nifu, but Nifu ignored him.

Aizen put the knife back on the bed, sat down on the bed, picked up the towel and continued to wipe her dripping hair.

"You are very inexplicable, why do you let me take care of my knife!"

Hirako, who pretended that he had communicated with the sword, said this in order to maintain his dignity as the god of death.

"Your knife, if I'm not wrong, you've been very restless since you saw me?"

Pingzi shrank back into the quilt, and said in a slightly lower voice, "That's because you can see right away that you have no good intentions."

"My knife is still rare and quiet." Lan Ran turned her head, frowning, looking dissatisfied because her knife was not in line with his status as a demon king, and she was advising her former boss.

Then he said to Flower in Mirror and Moon in Water: "Not today, you need to stay in the knife to recuperate."

Only then did Hirako recall that Urahara had mentioned that Aizen had transformed the Kyoka Shuiyue so that the saber soul of the saber could leave the saber itself and walk around.

"I said," he was a little curious, "did your sword spirit walk around in Jingling court before?"

"Of course." Lan Ran put down the towel, pulled the quilt over it, leaned back against the head of the bed, picked up a book he brought and started to read, because the incident is over and his life is saved, he is more relaxed now, " Otherwise, why do you think I can find you every time you go to Liuhun Street?"

Pingzi reacted for a while before raising his upper body to protest: "It turns out that you have kept your sword spirit following me to monitor me!"

And Ni Fu wouldn't remind him, after all, he always lied to his master, and he would be happy to see his master deflated, and Makoto Hirako knew his sword very well.

It may also be because he didn't know the purpose of Jinghua Shuiyue following him, so he let the other party follow behind his master.

"Ah, that's it." Lan Ran turned over a page of the book in his hand, his bangs were already a little dry, and his hair was hanging on his forehead, "The knife and the owner are both idiots, it's normal if they can't find it."

Feeling the angry gaze of the person next to him, he still felt amused, and lowered his head to meet that gaze: "Did I say something wrong?"

It would be embarrassing if you admit it, but if you don't admit it, it can only show that Aizen is much smarter than ordinary people.

So Hirako dropped his shoulders as if discouraged.

"I'll have a rest."

He covered the quilt, turned over, and turned off the bedside lamp on his side.

When the lights were dimmed, the remaining light sources had only a drowsy effect.

So Aizen also closed the book, put the book back on the bed and lay down.

Contrary to what appeared on the outside, he turned his back to Pingzi, silently looking at the knife standing in front of the bedside table.

It feels like there may be troublesome events afterwards.

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