[Reaper Lanping] Dark River

——This is a more distant story before everything happened.

This is a secret that will never be known.

Even without this past, no one knows what the direction of the story will be.

It was unknown, who had pink lips that lacked blood color like cherry blossoms, slightly parted.

And in the end, lost the voice.

【Because we don't have a name. 】

So I can't even do things like call you.Because until the end, I don't know your name.

That's why I have no fear, no more hesitation, and decide to leave.

Things like names have never existed for themselves.That's just a pronoun, a syllable used to give someone else's call.Things like names have no meaning to their existence.

She sat in the knife house, looking at the cherry blossoms outside the door.

Therefore, if you don't hear your name for a long time, if you forget it, you will never be able to leave here again.

When his master called him, he forgot his name.Therefore, thinking about her own name every day is a must for her to do her homework.

who I am?Who am I?

I am the mirror flower and the moon in the water, I...

She sighed a little, and the cherry blossoms outside floated in and fell leisurely on the tatami in front of her.The white sleeves are spread out perfectly. If you pass by, you will definitely feel that her existence itself is both real and illusory - she is not a woman with unparalleled beauty, but just a little girl who hasn't grown up - when you look at it I feel like I have stepped into a painting, such a beautiful and quiet scene belongs to her alone.

Together with the beautiful blue cherry blossoms on the sleeves, it is a perfect work of art, which may be blown by the wind and fall quietly on her sleeves at any time.Inside the moon-white collar of the big sleeves is the collar of the black jacket, and the slightly exposed collarbone with the luster of jade is whiter and whiter by the thin black.

The pattern of Ofurisode has been carefully studied, from the fluttering petals on the sleeves to the flower tree at the hem. When viewed from the back, the pattern of Eha is a light yellow crescent moon, blue cherry blossoms fluttering and dark The silver-gray running water of the pattern slowly flows under the golden short bridge; on the bright silver belt, the pattern of white flowing clouds is trapped between the red waist rope.Reflected under the golden bridge at the hem, and in the silver-gray running water under the cherry blossom trees, is a black moon.Because of the progressive rendering of the layers, in the silver-gray ripples and layers of dark blue falling flowers, the black crescent moon seems to be the embellishment, it is the center, rather than becoming perfect and full of gentleness and elegance. An abrupt piece of Ewa.

The moon, although he couldn't see it, but as a sword, Jinghua Shuiyue knew that behind him, the black moon that symbolized the beauty of the golden moon was not commensurate with the elegant meaning was behind him.

There are many beautiful knives in the Phoenix Palace, such as Sode Shirayuki. Looking at it from a distance, such a noble and beautiful figure made her imagine how beautiful her master would be; Senbon Sakura never took off his knife. However, what kind of elegant and noble character can stand side by side with such a man?The Dao Po, who was passed on by word of mouth by the swordsmen, was named Huatian Kuanggu, and the long skirt on her body was gorgeous and exquisite, which also made her imagine; who would be the master of such a gorgeous woman?

——It's a pity, no matter which knife it is, every time she watches them disappear behind the Soul of the Sword Hall from afar, she hears Master Ermeiwu's uninterested voice, recording who has left, and muttering ;The unknown and beautiful swordsmen next to them would swarm up after sending those people away, and their laughter was clearer than the silver bells, because it was the sound of the ensemble of blades.

She won't know their names until they leave.

The self who has been sleeping at the moment of creation has also been paid attention to by Mr. Nimeiya many times.

"You child, don't forget your name—it's rare for me to create such an excellent you!"

Probably because there is no one suitable for her, so after the first few hundred years of activities, she has been asleep; when she woke up, she felt a strange and warm heartbeat, and she was sure that it was the proof that called her , she woke up from a sweet dream and waited.

When will you call me?

With such expectations, he sat upright in the knife house.I was tacitly allowed to monopolize the entire knife house by myself, at first there would be swordsmen who came to watch me unwillingly, and then as time passed, they all left and never appeared again, and Jinghuashuiyue herself never cared.If the master hadn't called her, no matter how many people surrounded her, she would only feel deeply lonely.

It wasn't lonely, and it wasn't until later that Aizen told her what the name of such a mood was.

It is lonely when there is no one similar to yourself; it is lonely when there is no one similar to yourself.

With loneliness, I sit in the knife house year after year.Close your eyes, even when resting, you don't forget to try your best to feel the master's spiritual power, for fear that you will miss the master's call.

Until one day, I met another person.

Another knife, one similar to hers.

Just don't know his name.

A legendary knife very similar to himself.It's not really a legend, it's just an exaggerated description. For me who has nothing to do in the Phoenix Palace, it's a just right word that can somewhat weaken his impatience.

"As far as this god of death is concerned, you are very suitable for him! But there is still a little time before he calls you, so just find something to do for yourself!" The man who created him waved his hand in disgust.

Saying this, I was sent away by Master Ermeiwu. On the surface, I said "Okay" without being humble, but I kept complaining in my heart, because I am a man. Hey, then when you created me, don't put me Make it like this!Although the distinction between male and female swords is not obvious, but because of the pursuit of beautiful girls by the master of the Phoenix Hall, the male swordsmen in the sword house have been enslaved all year round to be various buddies—fortunately, everyone will be summoned in the end Go, the dissipation time will be very fast if you are not summoned to go; you can't find your buddy and you can't fight, it is still very uncomfortable for the fierce swordsmen.

Just not for him.It's okay to fight and kill, why, after the master summons, fight with other sword spirits, and the day of tasting blood is coming later!

When walking casually, the golden men's yukata hanger has black vein-like patterns, and there are layers of horse drunkenwood flowers piled up underneath, and white wisteria flowers on the sleeves.With the color of gold, ordinary people would probably look very vulgar in wearing it, but there was a haughty aura about him.It's just that no one knew that the amethyst-like eyes of this proud-looking man were not filled with something that matched his temperament.If I have to say it, it is probably malicious, or impatient, or something like that?

Because he was really bored, he kept going around in circles in the Phoenix Hall, and finally left the main hall one day, intending to visit other knife houses that he had never been to before.In these knife houses, there are usually knives that cannot be called by the master, or those who don’t want to live in the main hall noisy and prefer to be quiet, or are forced to be locked up by Master Ermeiwu, and releasing them will cause huge damage The sword spirits.I heard that the sharpest knife in the world was put in the room by Mrs. Ermeiwu and strictly guarded, and he couldn't even come out.

But having said that, I have never seen a knife that is similar to myself.That's right, for a sword of the Ghost Dao system like him, if he finds a sword with similar abilities to his own, he can't know a thing or two without verbal communication.As for those ice and snow elements of the flame type, they can be seen at a glance, and he doesn't bother to get close to them.

So the moment he decided to go to other side halls, the so-called fate may have been doomed.

After passing several knife shops that loved quiet knives, he stepped into a courtyard where he could see cloudy cherry blossoms from outside.

There is only one knife in this knife house.

The moment he stepped into the courtyard, he felt it.Walking towards the knife house, with the dancing of cherry blossoms, he saw a sword sitting in the middle of the knife house with the sliding door fully opened.

——It should be that moment when I felt something different.If it was a little poetic, it would probably be described as fate, or something like fate.

It's just that he didn't know it at that time.

Sitting in the middle of the sword, eyes closed, sitting there.As if feeling the visit of other swordsmen, her eyelashes trembled twice, slowly opened her eyes, and looked at him.

The clear dark green is like a lake in the shade of summer, illuminated by the shade of trees and stained by moss.Under that clear calm, because of his arrival, a trace of curiosity arose.

"Only, are you alone?"

The crisp voice faintly vibrated his eardrums.

"Yes, I am." He nodded, "It seems that you are alone."

Without the exchange of names, the communication between knives has never been based on titles.The closer it got, the stronger the resonance of the blade became.

Her short gray hair was blowing against the breeze, also floating in the breeze.The petals that were supposed to float into the room were entangled by the hair for a while, and then fell to the ground lightly after losing the favor of the wind.

"It's so cold."

"Sword Soul doesn't feel cold, does it?"

Since then, there have been two knives in the knife shed.It is not always true that there are two.The girl-like sword spirit never refuses to step out of the courtyard; in comparison, men always go out to wander, and come back after wandering enough to tell her what happened outside.Ever since she had a man by her side, she felt a little bit that waiting was not such a lonely thing.

Because she can change her appearance according to her own will, a circle of fluffy white fur capes matching the flying snow appeared on the girl's body.

"Seeing such a scene, it's normal to feel cold."

The dark green eyes were brightened by the white snow, and the man in the golden safari beside him, with his hands in his sleeves, looked down at the top of the girl's head.

"Only when you feel the cold, you go back to appreciate the beauty of ice and snow, right?"

She also raised her head and looked back at him, her eyes were as clear as when he first met.

"Maybe."

I agree with the girl's statement in my heart, but I never express it verbally.

Years had passed and none of them had been called by the master.

This is what the man told her, but the girl actually knew that the man had been called many times.Every time he wandered longer, the time he stayed outside the courtyard and refused to come in was also the same.

"Have you been called by your master?"

"No."

There was no fluctuation in the amethyst-like eyes, as if what he said was the truth as a matter of course.

"That's it."

The girl's voice seemed a little lonely among the flying snow.

Since he said that, he must have been called.Obviously, I have only known him not long ago, and the time we get along with him is also very short.A few years, although she can get used to this man, but for the long wait of Dao Po, it is just a nap at noon.

"What kind of person is your master?"

"It's all said, I was not called."

The accumulated snow on the branches thickened, and the glazed tiles on the courtyard were covered in white.She turned her eyes to the white snow in the courtyard, her neck shrunk slightly into the white fluffy fur of her shawl.

"I'm so envious."

She was not familiar with him at all, but she answered him firmly like this.

"……yes?"

That person seemed unreliable at all, and he was very disorganized.No matter what, a man doesn't want to belong to that man so easily.

"I also like this kind of snowy day." The girl continued, "White, no matter what color it is, it will be covered under this white. It looks quiet, but in fact, it can Let the whole world be quiet."

"is it?"

As if thinking of something, the girl turned her eyes to the man's face.The cold wind mixed snowflakes, blowing his gray hair scattered at the temples.

"Can you tell me your name?"

——In the Phoenix Hall, between Sword and Soul, it is forbidden to exchange names.

The girl with half of her face buried in the fluffy white hair, her dark green eyes shone brightly with anticipation because of the reflection of the white snow.

The man shook his head.

"That's it."

As if she had expected the man's answer long ago, the girl smiled happily again: "Then, remember to tell me before you leave. I want to know your name."

Because it was hard to find a sword spirit similar to yourself, right?

The man's gray eyelashes drooped, trembling in the wind.

"Is that so?"

The two knives found each other entirely by feeling.It is normal not to know the specific ability of the other party.Therefore, it is normal to say that they are standing together like they are now.

"Do you want to sleep?" He asked the girl.The girl nodded, turned around and returned to the knife shed.He then turned back and sat on the tatami mat. There was still falling snow outside, a piece of quiet white as she said.

Naturally resting her head on his lap, the girl closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.If the master hasn't summoned her for a long time, surely the time of sleeping will be extended, right?

His fingers lightly touched the dark brown hair on her forehead, his expression was still very indifferent.

"...Stupid woman."

I don't know when it started, but I also learned the mantra of his master.But for women, he would not be as enthusiastic and exaggerated as his master, it would be too disgusting.

"I will be by your side." He said softly, brushing the girl's cheek with his fingertips, "Go to sleep."

They are actually the same cold existence.

"Hey! Yesterday I finally!! Finally subdued this broken knife!!"

Mako Hirako was dressed in domineering attire, with an armband that only a vice-captain had on his arm, and rushed to the chief officer's office at Liuche Kensai, waving the Zanpakuto in his hand: "Finally!!! This sword that is full of trains! I finally caught the flaw!!"

Kennishi put down the document in his hand, because he was used to Hirako's daily disconnection, so he didn't have any special expression on his face.

"Oh, congratulations." He said, moving his other hand up and down in a cup shape, "To celebrate, do you want to have a drink after get off work?"

Some of them were slightly long and hung into a ponytail hanging behind his head. The thin Pingzi inserted the knife back into his waist and nodded: "Of course - I will pay for the wine, so call more people to come with you! I will come with you!" Captain Zhu Sibo asked for leave first to find a better place for you! You must have a good drink tonight!"

But it’s true, for Hirako who has been calling for Zanpakuto for decades since Mao graduated, being able to completely subdue Zanpakuto is really something worth celebrating.He was originally the strongest among the students in the same period, and even became the vice captain, but he has been troubled by Zanpakuto because he can't understand it.

Also because it is a branch of a higher-ranking noble, so the pressure is also relatively high, right?The Zanpakuto can be solved, this kind of thing should really be celebrated, not to mention Hirako himself said, he will pay for the wine!

Quan Xi shook his head, looked at the Duandifeng placed beside his desk, and then continued to work.Outside, Hirako's Reiatsu went away in twists and turns because of happiness, and Kensai's usual cold and hard facial lines became slightly softer without anyone noticing.

For reasons that are unclear, he stayed there.

Can't explain why I can't take my eyes off her.He was talking about other places in the Phoenix Palace, about the sound of the waves in the sea where Master Ermeiwu forged swords, and the sound of hammers being swung by him, about those sword spirits who came and went happily and every day they Behavior when disappearing.She listened quietly every time, occasionally showing a gentle smile.

Just seeing that smile makes me feel inexplicably at ease.

Even though he knew that those dark green eyes, like summer lake water, had never been stained by a smile.Whenever he looked at the black crescent moon floating above Eyu behind her, he couldn't help but be lost in thought.

More often, she is only interested in herself, and she often uses lies to prevaricate.After a long time, she also knew that what he said was all false, and she never mentioned it again, but she was not angry.

He knew from the day they met that sooner or later they would part.They live for their masters, and they will die with their masters.How can there be any emotion in Sword Soul?In the next few decades or even hundreds of years, they will eventually drink blood, fight with their master, and listen to their master's heart.Every single word of life in this small courtyard will become a fragment of a dream in the future—and shared with the owner, glimpsed once or twice, and quickly forgotten.

He stroked the girl's long dark brown hair and combed it carefully. There was a strange warmth on his usually expressionless face.

"Hey you!"

There is sword spirit outside looking for it.

"Didn't you say you were leaving today?"

The originally immaculate snow field outside the courtyard was damaged by footprints.Originally, there was no difference between the four seasons in the Lingwang Palace. Mr. Nimaiya just controlled the Zanpakuto of the element system, manipulating the four seasons day after day according to the number of days and his personal mood.In the place where they lived, the temperature difference was too large and it was not suitable for the preservation of swords.

"Shh."

He put the tissue paper in front of his lips, and under the trembling eyelashes, the purple radiance flowed low.

"I'm going right now."

If we parted, it would be on a snowy evening; when you fell asleep and woke up between the dark orange sky and the snow field, you might think it was just a dream.

Those innocent eyes will become the treasures of Lord Death?

—He wasn't interested in knowing.

Three months later.

"Master Nimeiya!"

A sword pushed open the door panting, and Ermeiya, who was chatting and laughing with the beautiful swordsmen inside, looked at the visitor, raised his hand to take off his sunglasses, and looked at her from above the frame.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Come on, sit down and catch your breath!"

"There is a sword soul who disappeared in the sword house without a record."

Usually, this is not talking about the sword souls that disappeared because they did not wait for their masters, but those sword souls that ran to the soul world at will without being called by their masters.

"Ah?" Ermeiwu raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows, "Don't panic, don't panic, tell me which sword house's sword soul disappeared?"

"There is a knife house with a cherry blossom tree. For many years, there is only one knife there."

Aizen had just killed Xu Zhan, looking at the trembling crowd on Liuhun Street, he clenched the Qian Da in his hand.

He has already mastered what Mao taught.The only reason why he is still staying in Mao is because there are still some things that he cares about, and he has not checked it out, so he has been delaying time.The Xu who appeared in Liuhun Street now is not enough for him to test his current limit - he needs stronger strength and a harsher environment to improve himself.

Thinking of this, the shallow strike in his hand suddenly clicked, and then the entire blade shattered.

Sure enough, the light hit is still not enough.Do you want to call your own Zanpakuto?Regarding the ability of his own Zanpakuto, Aizen is looking forward to it, but also feels uneasy - not knowing what kind of ability his Zanpakuto will be, this is anxiety about the unknown.

"Crack."

There was a crackling sound behind him.Aizen turned around abruptly, and saw a knife sticking out behind him.The handle of the knife is wrapped with a dark green ribbon, and there is a unique knife.The knife was stuck in the ground quietly, as if waiting for him to pull it out.

The moment he raised his hand like a demon, and grasped the handle of the knife, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.Standing in front of the white light, the petite girl wearing a long furisode kimono turned her head, and her dark green eyes reflected herself.

In the white light, the girl turned her head, looked at herself, and smiled at her reflection in her eyes.

Are you smiling yourself?Thinking of this, Aizen touched the corner of his lips with one hand.

On the white kimono, blue cherry blossoms fluttered on her long sleeves, and the black moon at the bottom of the bridge swayed in Ewa with the fluctuation of Reiatsu.

Before that, he was, holding the knife, wasn't he?However, there is no knife in hand, at least for now.This must be an illusion, and the way to break the illusion—

With force in his hand, he pulled the knife from the ground.The sharp blades reflected his own eyes, which still contained the shock caused by seeing the flying flowers and the moon.

Use the most standard posture, put your thumb against the back of the knife, and retract the knife into the sheath.

He is very satisfied with this knife.

The upturned corners of her eyes were unabashedly sharp.Such a self, and such a knife, no matter how long it takes to cover up, it is very likely to be noticed.Lifting his feet and leaving Area 79 in a short step, he thought of his own eyes on the blade of the knife that was glowing with cold light.

"Oh, it's that knife!" Ermeiya let out a long breath indifferently, and turned his head to look at the blooming cherry blossoms outside the window, "Next time if you don't know anything, you can ask the monk, I still have to think about making it What kind of new knife...let's record it, that knife is called—"

While Shunpo, Aizen said in a low voice: "Please give me more advice..."

"Through the mirror."

——That night, he dreamed of such a scene.

The girl in the white kimono woke up in the knife house, and the ice and snow outside had long since disappeared.

The pink flowers blooming on the branches trembled slightly in the wind.

The black crescent moon behind her swayed gently in Eyu, as if the water under the bridge would overflow at any time.

"Please teach me more, Master."

She turned her head, her dark green and clear eyes, her lovely temperament and face, and the sound of metal colliding in her soft voice.It seems that such an innocent and beautiful girl conceals her terrifying ability that will make the world of ghosts tremble.

Aizen Soyousuke was very satisfied with his sword.

In the following years, this knife has always been with him, walking out of the chaos of Liuhun Street, walking towards the throne in the sky, until the end of everything.