mousepad-d2 Chapter 237 Deal?no it's a choice
Chapter 237 Deal?no it's a choice
Regarding what will happen this night, Aizen has already rehearsed almost all possibilities in his mind at the beginning of the plan, including the infinitely close to impossible event that Mako Hirako may not be able to attend due to some uncontrollable forces. The current situation has never been included in the assumption that the appearance of Mako is the premise.
Mako Hirako was expected to be angry, remorseful, remorseful, sad, and even despise Aizen Soyousuke's despicable and shameless unscrupulousness, but it will never be like this A calm, almost indifferent look.
Aizen tried to find the slightest trace of emotional fluctuations from the pair of gray eyes that looked straight at his face, but the only thing that floated away from the depths of those firm and calm gray eyes was the phantom that reflected everything he saw. There is emptiness and emptiness that have existed since ancient times in the Illusory Realm: "As expected, you know all about it. Since when did you discover it? Captain Pingzi."
Pingzi lowered the Nifu in his hand and casually touched the outside of his left foot, a playful light flashed in his eyes: "Of course it was when you were still in your mother's womb, Aizen."
The momentary relaxation of the tense bowstring made Aizen almost take a step forward in conditioned reflex, but he suppressed the irrational impulse just before putting it into practice.This kind of calm switching between extreme tension and extreme relaxation is used to be one of Mako Hirako's signature fighting modes. If you are confused and take action, it means stepping into the trap calmly arranged by Captain Blonde.
So Aizen just removed the palm that was resting on the mirror, raised the arm, stretched forward, and calmly spread the palm in front of the blond captain: "Please come to my side, Captain Pingzi."
There was no unexpected surprise on Pingzi's face, but he raised his brows clearly: "You're quite confident, Aizen."
The smile on the face of the vice-captain of the [-]th division was extremely gentle and sincere at this moment: "Because I have been looking forward to this day for a long time, Captain Hirako."
"Well, for the sake of you still calling me captain, I promise you it's not..." Hirako sheathed her knife, and put those palms, which were extremely slender compared to adult men, into her sleeves, with a slick Kansai accent. The last few syllables of the mellow rising were completely obliterated by a sudden weak cough.Hirako bent down to look at the master who was as small and slender as the palm, and greeted happily in the Kansai dialect: "Yo, Hiyori, you're awake."
"Ahem..." A large puff of phantom that blocked the throat was sprayed out, and Hiyori's half-closed eyelids, which had completely lost the characteristics of the god of death, looked very strange in the moonlight, almost spreading across the entire sheet. The girl's furrowed brows behind the viscous slurry on her face were not all caused by the discomfort of the drastic change in her body, "Don't go, cough cough, cough cough... you idiot bald man, run away!"
The blond man simply squatted down with one knee on the ground, embraced the girl lying on his back in his arms, and casually removed the half-formed mask on the girl's face, his lips that seemed to only spit out mean and joking words forever curled into A quiet, reassuring smile: "I won't run away, Hiyori."
"You... you... what happened here had nothing to do with you! Idiot, did you lose your head when you ran to such a place?" Emotional agitation prompted the rapid intensification of the blurring process, from the eyes, ears, mouth and nose Even the white pulp gushing out of the wound instantly surged, completely drowning out the girl's angry voice.
However, Hirako just pulled out the Zanpakutō that was clenched tighter and tighter in the girl's hand without a trace, and the deep, steady and soft voice even the seemingly invisible ending after each syllable has a calming and strange rhythm: "Keep calm Hiyori, emotional agitation will cause the blur to accelerate, you probably don't want to kill me when you lose control."
The body struggling with anger in her arms calmed down instantly. Hiyori pressed Hiyori's head completely covered by the mask to her chest, raised her gray eyes to look at the silent Aizen, and lowered her head to carefully observe the girl's chest. At the speed of the terrifying foreign matter gushing out of the wound, the slender fingers inserted into the soft hair of the girl, and said slowly and softly: "Hyyori, you are right, this matter looks different from me on the surface. It doesn't matter, since I haven't received the order from Mr. Yamamoto, there is no need to come to investigate; what's more, Kensai, Ross and Luo Wu have already had accidents in this matter, and I am just a mere one. So what if I come here privately? It’s just another victim. So you think I’m an out-and-out fool, right?”
"Aren't you? Baldy Mako." The girl's originally energetic voice was weakly trembling with the unique echo of the virtual class.
Pingzi tightened his arms even more, and continued in an unhurried manner: "Of course I know that this decision will come and go, and it is especially foolish in this situation. Never made such a stupid decision, Hiyori. But..." Hirako's soft and upturned lips were drawn into a line, and there was a resolute flame burning in the light gray pupils, and he said firmly, "I don't regret it Let me stand by like a turtle for Aizen Soyousuke, and become an accomplice who indirectly killed you, I can't do it!"
"You... you idiot are simply trying to piss me off! I'd rather die than see you stand beside that sinister four-eyed boy for such a reason!"
"Okay, it's been long enough for Captain Pingzi to reminisce about the old days." Lan Ran took a step forward and stretched out his right hand again. The dark pupils in the light-colored eyes behind the no-reflective lenses were dark and deep, unpredictable and profound. , "Now, come to my side. Then, I will fulfill my promise and undo their blur."
"You're really impatient, Soyousuke." Hirako let go of Hiyori's body and shrugged frivolously.
"I can't help it. When facing Captain Hirako, the word that comes to my mind the most is night long dreams." Aizan's gentle smile and polite answer are still the well-known calmness of the entire Goutei [-]th division. mild.
"Yeah? I really didn't work hard enough, and I gave Soyousuke so much time to dream." The blond-haired captain dragged Hiyori's Zanpakuto in a playful pun, and the next moment...
The sword light is vertical and horizontal, and the blood is gushing!
Hiyori stared dumbfounded at the bright red dripping from the sky on the pale and weird mask. The vibration caused by the blood dripping on the mask was too clear and shocking, so that because the blood of the high-ranking god of death was too sweet and fragrant The imaginary instincts that were twitching were completely submerged.
Mako, this idiot... is... what is he doing?
Hiyori tried hard to swallow a mouthful of cold air, but he still couldn't contain the inexplicable impulse that stretched across his chest and even made his ribs swell and ache. Fen's chest, even though the blood dripping down was gradually replaced by restless and ominous white turbidity.
He probed to wipe away the cloudy white liquid flowing from his eyes, Pingzi tilted his head, and smiled evilly with one corner of his mouth: "Oh, this expression is really good. I have known you for so many years, only this surprised expression is the most realistic .Souyousuke."
Throwing away the icy long knife that was still dripping blood in his hand, Hirako, who quickly blurred at an unprecedented speed, drew out the back of his waist. The man covered in chaos opened the other side of his mouth and showed his beautiful white teeth: "This is my choice. Yousuke So."
At this moment, the young vice-captain Aizen finally learned the cruelty and ruthlessness of Mako Hirako. This man will never let his enemy get what he wants, even if the price is - to pay everything for himself!