mousepad-d2 Chapter 109 Visitation
Chapter 109 Visitation
In a certain sense, the frequency of being involved in battles is more frequent than that of the bloodthirsty combat madmen of the [-]th squad. The vice-captain of Aizen and the [-]th squad have always maintained a kind of A state of mourning without predestined relationship.Of course, as a document robot of the clerk team that is almost kept in the pile of files by his own unreliable and lazy Captain Hirako, the guardian of the [-]th team goes to the present world every now and then to help his colleagues and the Maou Academy of Spiritual Art thrive. The amount of activity of Huaguduo in the future of the [-]th squad can be completely equivalent to the lunch break.Therefore, even the members of the [-]th squad who have been on the front line of killing ghosts and slashing monsters all year round, and who have died on the battlefield with the shroud of horse leather as their life's glory, most of the terrifying frequency that they lament to themselves come from a certain Hideaki Fukawa Personally appointed combat instructor, BUT, whenever I recall the first time we met, that indifferent expression, lazy temperament, and good-looking face made people doubt from the bottom of my heart that thin body, thin arms, slender, slender and delicate texture, as if he was born to be Can the slender hands that casually turn over the lyrics and caress Yaoqin be able to hold the heavy Zanpakuto?What's more, judging from the spiritual pressure, this so-called combat instructor is so unremarkable that he can be directly classified as a passerby, or a beautiful and exquisite vase-shaped passerby.So on the first day they met, the vice-captain Aizen looked at people with eyes for his dog... Ah, lack of experience and ignorance of people, so he ate a hard-to-swallow slap in the face.
"You look down on me?" The man on the opposite side did not hold the Zanpakuto, but elegantly held a folding fan and tapped his graceful and smooth shoulder with his backhand.
"You are my instructor, how can I..."
"Hypocrisy." The man pointedly exposed Vice Captain Lan Ran's polite lie, and a soft, warm smile appeared on his lightly pursed thin lips, "Do you have anything to fear?"
Aizen didn't answer, and replaced it with a smile that was also as gentle as jade spring wind and rain.
The folding fan lightly tapped on the open palm, the man shook his head slightly and sighed softly: "This is not good."
The next moment, Aizen felt a pain in his chest, and the man who was ten steps away was approaching in an instant. The dark purple streamer quietly flowed in his long and narrow eyes, and the smile on his lips was still peaceful and gentle, but his arm was already pierced. Passing Aizen's chest crushed the beating heart hidden deep behind the ribs!
The pain of the heart burst made Aizen's retina inevitably spread large mottled black spots, and in the flickering field of vision, another kind of emotion followed by the invasion of darkness ruled over Aizen's entire life. The senses, that is fear, the fear that can devour reason, emotion and even the soul!The strongest and most purely instinctive fear of death and disappearance!
This heavy mountain of fear can crush the most stubborn spine in the world into the dust, Lan Ranshen could not help but kneel on one knee, bent down to pant heavily, and the bubbling sweat dripped out along the corners of the eyebrows, the corners of the eyes, the nose, and the chin wet the entire sheet face.
The man with one hand behind his back looked down condescendingly at Aizen who was crawling and panting at his feet, whispering softly, as if dreaming of the most tender kiss and caress in the lover's world at midnight: "Are you afraid of death?"
"afraid."
"It's good to know that you are afraid." The man seemed to let out a chuckle, and the folding fan in his hand was slightly opened to provoke Aizen's jaw, "This is the first lesson I teach you, to know yourself correctly."
"Of course, after this, there is also the joyful acceptance of yourself, the easy control of yourself, and the proper satisfaction of yourself. In fact, you have been doing very well in the last two points."
So far, Aizen still has no idea of the strength of the man named Zero, but after that, his strength, which had been showing signs of stagnation, has indeed improved by leaps and bounds again.Of course, in direct proportion to the rapid improvement in strength, the mental blow and will torture received from that combat instructor are also increasing day by day.Closing statement: This seemingly unreliable and even weirder teacher is a weird guy who highly admires soul whipping and is too lazy to toss other people's bodies.
That's why, the moment Vice-captain Aizen regained consciousness, he felt the lingering pain coming from his back, shoulder blades, internal organs, and the soreness and weakness overflowing from his limbs. It's not surprising to be unfamiliar, and thus occasionally overwhelmed.
But...has he been there all this time?Aizen slowly opened his eyes. Aizen, who had been lying on the bed in a prone position that was absolutely unscientific for humanoids when he was in a coma due to a back injury, frowned slightly when the cervical spine was involved. The good eyesight that is worthy of the captain's level of strength brought the scene beside the bed into his eyes clearly and accurately.
Then, Aizen felt that he might never forget what he saw.
His captain is sitting by his bed, he is not doing his job properly, always bossing around and ordering people around. Sitting by his bed the whole time.The long blond hair was neatly tied behind by a white hair band, revealing the delicate and small auricles and the graceful and slender neckline extending from under the auricles, which are usually hidden behind the smooth hair. The sloping and upward contour of the mandible is sharp and sharp, as if it wants to cut the viewer's retina, but it is softened by the gentle drooping eyelids and the slightly trembling thick eyelashes, which seems to be inherently sharp and sharp.He lowered his head slightly, the expression on his face was calm and almost gentle, his eyes were so focused that he was almost obsessed, the light gray eyes under the excessively golden bangs that were as neat as his teeth were staring at the rolling apple in his hands for a moment.Only then did Aizen notice that Hirako's right hand was tightly wrapped under the palm and hung under the neck, only five slender and slender fingers were exposed, clumsily flipping the round apple between the fingers, and the tip of the left finger was silver. Flickering, the translucent peels, as thin as a cicada's wings, slid down the rounded arc of the apple and fell to the ground.
Aizen slowly closed his eyes again, and the severely wounded lungs between his chest and chest were once again tinged with pain in the dense entanglement of the internal organs.
The despair that is coming to an end before it even started is just that they are too sober and sensible.
"Yo~~~ You can really sleep, Soyousuke." The last circle of fruit peel slipped from between the fingers, and Hirako moved his wrist slightly to remove a piece of fruit and stuff it between Aizen's slightly parted lips and teeth, "You are so popular, listen It's filling the next room with presents for saying you hurt the guys on the team."
The abundant moisture contained in the apple moisturized the dry lips, tongue and throat. Aizen replied with a low smile: "Captain, you are also very popular, everyone likes you very much."
The blond man raised his eyebrows arrogantly and exaggeratedly, full of conceited meaning of "who do you think I am?", turned around and poked his vice-captain's forehead with his hand, and said with a half-joking and half-joking Kansai accent : "My good popularity will not be used to repair injuries, Youjie you guy, tsk," smacking the corner of his lips lightly, Hirako poked his finger on the smooth, plump forehead of his vice-captain and inserted it into the curly soft She has brown hair, and her deep and deep voice is obviously confused, as well as indistinctly gentle, "At that time... what were you thinking..." But the next moment became clear and lively, "Nah na na ~~~ If I die, the Fifth Division will be your territory."
Aizan's vice-captain, who seemed to have a stiff neck because he had slept for too long, couldn't avoid the warm palm hovering on his forehead, and didn't even think about avoiding it. He raised his hand and gently grasped the dangling wrist above his eyes, slightly shaking After pondering, he said slowly: "Captain Hirako, please don't make such a joke. I didn't think about anything at the time... But whether you believe it or not, please keep in mind that Aizen Soyousuke only wants to be your deputy captain."
As soon as the words fell, Aizen felt the wrist in his palm tremble suddenly, and then fell into an extremely unnatural state of muscle stiffness. Hirako awkwardly touched the other upper arm that was also across the chest with the hand that was fixed on the chest. , Grinning his teeth and shivering shiveringly: "Zouyousuke, are you taking revenge on me?"
Aizen doesn't quite remember how many times this was the first time he returned without success, the man in his palm once again bypassed this tangled issue without any trace, neither denying nor agreeing, neither ambiguous silence nor embarrassment In fact, the problem between them is not whether Pingzi can escape or whether he is willing to face it, but that Pingzi doesn't believe it at all. ——Mako Hirako didn't believe a single punctuation mark in every word that came out of Aizen Soyousuke's mouth.
After a brief silence, Hirako picked up a piece of apple that was missing on the bedside and took a bite, baring out a mouthful of good teeth that can be regarded as an advantage: "This apple tastes good, even if you just want to be My vice-captain, but the haori on my body is more attractive than that piece of rotten wood, right?"
The preface doesn't match the postscript, and the donkey's lips don't match the horse's mouth. It's like sitting up in shock in a dying illness, and the next sentence is a laughing question asking where the guest came from, from the mouth of Pingzi, a topsy-turvy guy It becomes a matter of course when it is said in the book.
Aizen stared silently at Captain Pingzi, who had a bulge on his cheek propped up by the apple in his mouth, pulling his flat and well-proportioned facial features, and wisely changed the subject: "Captain Pingzi, your hand..."
"Ah, this." Carelessly raising his right hand hanging around his neck, Pingzi stuffed the remaining half of an apple into Aizen's mouth, "It's not you boy, it's so heavy that I can't even swing a knife It’s not good to be bitten. In the end, Captain Unozhihua said that although I didn’t hurt the bones, the wound would be easily torn open by moving around like this, so he forced me to wrap it like this.” After the words fell, Hirako flinched unconsciously Shrinking his neck, "That smile is really scary!"
"Oh, Captain Hirako, what you said just now is terrible, I didn't hear clearly." Outside the door that was opened at some time, the fourth team's holy light shines, gentle, graceful, quiet and elegant, like Yamato Nadeko, living in Jingling The uncrowned king hidden BOSS in the medical wing of the court stood with his arms folded with a gentle smile of "too scary" in Hirako's mouth.
As the saying goes, you can’t talk about people during the day, and you can’t talk about ghosts in the middle of the night. Although the sun is shining, the streets are essentially full of lonely souls and wild ghosts. For Hirako Mako's crow's mouth is definitely not a daydreaming fantasy.
Pingzi, who was still complaining about others behind his back just now, shrunk half of his neck and froze there. The 600 yuan muscles in his whole body were so stiff that he couldn't even get goosebumps. Ha ha……"
"Captain Hirako, I'm Captain Unomoka, not Umomozhihua Captain." The gentle and kind but inexplicably chilling final boss of the Fourth Division suddenly opened his eyes smiling into two crescents, "Aizen The deputy captain has just woken up and still has a lot of checks to do, so he is not suitable for visiting, and... Captain Pingzi, please keep the ward clean and don't litter randomly."
Ever since, Captain Hirako, who had been educated as a kindergarten class, was finally thrown out of Aizen's ward by Captain Unohana with one ear in his hand, together with a string of uniform width and thinness. The top-notch apple peel and an apple core with four-fifths of the pulp gnawed.