March Simulation: I Pushed One Piece World Sideways

Chapter 148 The Protector
When Byakuya Kuchiki was 6 years old, he entered Mao Ling Academy. Class A.

He is such a mysterious and aspirational person, holding a quarter of the soul world when he was born.

Quietly holding a stack of thick books, she walked through the corridor leading to the classroom with small and gentle steps.

There are many cherry trees planted beside the promenade. When the wind blows, the thin pale pink fragments will fall on the dark brown land one after another, with a quiet and soft tone.

A sour emotion surged in my heart, and it hit my mind shallowly like a tide.

"Where is sister going?"

Anxiously, he shook his head vigorously.

The clear eyes of a child, the pure and childish voice of a cherry blossom.

The transparent matter surged to the boundary countless times.

The petite figure in the long aisle, the black soft long hair, and the slender and fragile shadow make people hug gently.

Like a thin and transparent soul.

Feizhen, her name is Feizhen.

The crimson crimson, the warm and warm crimson crimson; the truth of the truth, the truth of the clear and fragile truth.

Fei Zhen, no surname

I don't know how you came into my life, I just know clearly, when I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was your eyes.

I'm a psychic, and everything I've seen and suffered has flourished and aged in this century.

Apart from countless spirits, what accompanied me every day was hunger and loneliness.

Standing on dry soil last winter studying my shadow, I knew it would be a habit that was slowly growing in me.

I turned my head and saw the shadow standing in the sun like me, but not like me.

I ran all the way, afraid that the shadow would follow me, and a kind of inherent panic made me run away with my head in my arms. This is a kind of static pursuit beyond the physical state.

It's just that I understand that my escape is a kind of evasion, and the shadow quietly followed behind me, turning into darkness and wrapping me tightly.

I particularly note that such strange experiences are always associated with memories.

I recalled that there were many evenings in the past, when he stood in front of me, holding a dried flat persimmon cake, the deep grooves on the persimmon looked pale and lonely under the scorching sun.I lowered my head to stare at the figure on the ground, so many years passed and I grew up.

My name is not Luanju, I have many habits influenced by him, like a white mourning flag in front of me.I still like to study my own shadow.

One winter, I drank wine, bit my finger, and drew his shadow on the wall.

I also wanted to write a poem to put in my boyhood history book, a gibberish poem.

I just quietly imagined my previous loneliness, his back, and the wrinkled persimmon cake, and imagined the disaster line between me and him.

In the end I burst into tears, and I smeared my blood on it until the poem lost itself.I remember writing the first few sentences with great difficulty:

my way is over

I fled here
It's a wandering black fish
your back disappears forever
You are now looking for traces of my past, then I will tell you clearly.

My traces are still trudging slowly like a black fish, and I haven't had the same pace as him.

I can't explain a person's attachment to persimmon, just like I can't understand who I want to follow.

Maybe my former residence smells like persimmons. I just remember that my old friends often leave early and return late, and when they come back, they hold persimmons in their hands.

Walking unsteadily in front of me, I always try my best to control myself not to break the silence.

Then he just looked at the persimmon with his eyes and smelled his scent from deep in the folds of his skin.

I think I will never see my old friend again. I said that I can only follow his back, like a black fish, wading slowly.

When I knew that he and I just missed each other in a hurry, my heart was full of sweet sadness, just like the taste of persimmons.

Then I went to a place where there was my history book, it clearly told me that those years were disasters
That is a distant era that no longer exists, and it seems that it can emit a purple radiance in the history from black hair to white hair. I sat on the radiance and watched him appear.

Ichimaru Gin's thin and slender feet were firmly nailed to the muddy water, motionless.

The dying fish is caught in the hand, and the fish is struggling, as if it wants to jump out of this picture.It was a picture about early spring and women.

The woman named Ranju has long blond hair and hangs down on her shoulders. She is standing on the bridge at this moment, watching his old friend wave to her.

She watched him silently waving his hand, dancing into the blue sky, the dance was pleasing to the eye.

Yin's shadow gently waded into the water under the sunlight, swaying blankly, not knowing why he appeared at this moment.

It looked at the man and the woman, and slowly closed its eyes, exuding a faint golden radiance.

Her face was tanned apricot, smiling contentedly, she heard his voice as if the wind was blowing her, blowing a barren mountain

The sky full of clouds is as beautiful as a fire. Since I came here, I have carefully looked at the sky here for the first time.It turns out that it is also the same as the present world.

Many years later, when I think back to the past, the past smile, I suddenly feel that it is such a simple happiness.

Happiness to make my heart slightly sour.I think he and I were happy together, but we were cruelly deprived of everything.

At that time, I deeply understood that the strength of spiritual power cannot change our preordained destiny.

Not long after, I came to the place Yin said.

In fact, it was just a dilapidated house full of debris.Kettles, straws, clothes, everywhere.

Then there was the group of kids who opened their mouths in surprise because of my arrival.

They are about the same age as me, so they must have been abandoned too.My heart suddenly tightened, and sadness overflowed like a flood.

I cried, weeping madly, unable to tell whether it was fear or joy.

In a trance, I suddenly felt very warm on my body, like the warmth covered by the sun.When I looked up, it was silver.

He was hugging me, telling me not to be afraid like a child.

"Lan Ju, it's okay, I will protect you. All the people here are like this when they first came here, but they got better later. It's okay."

Silver stroked my head lightly, with a calming power.Maybe it's because I've been hungry for a long time.

His strength had already been overdrawn along the way. At this moment, he suddenly felt his eyes go dark and he lost consciousness.

Seeing that I was tired, Yin didn't say anything, and put me gently on the thick straw, squinting his eyes slightly.

"Ji Liu, bring some water." He said to the boy closest to the wall.

It was a very small child, a boy in ragged clothes.His whole face was black and dirty.

Only a deep pair of clean and beautiful big eyes are shining brightly.Hearing Yin's words, he even rushed over to fetch water.

Ji Liu looked at me strangely, "Brother Yin, will she be with us in the future?"

"Well, yes. Come with us." He said flatly.

There seemed to be something flickering in Jiliu's eyes, those small hands were tightly held
"Why, why, it's always like this, we didn't fight with anyone, but can't we even survive?"

His shoulders trembled slightly, and he endured it.

Yin didn't answer him, but raised his head and smiled.
(End of this chapter)