Everyday ordinary of Miss Miura

Reinforcing Bengyu's strength is not a difficult task, at least for Hitsugaya Toshiro, he felt that he had only fought against Asai Renji for two rounds, and Miura Haru had already been led by Urahara Kisuke Down, down the steps.Judging by Miura Haru's expression, she seems to have solved a big problem, which can be called a happy face.On the other hand, Urahara Kisuke, he didn't even wear a hat, his light blonde hair was soft and thick, and his expression on his face was dreamlike.

Hitsugaya was very confused: It was only an hour later, how could these two people be as happy as if they had won a billion-dollar jackpot?

"Dongshiro, A Sanjing-kun!"

Haru Miura waved at them, and quickly ran up to the white-haired boy, asking in a relaxed tone:

"Are you guys doing battle practice?"

"Ah, that's right."

Hitsugaya released Zanpakuto's Hajiha, looked into Miura Haru's eyes, and asked calmly:

"Is your matter resolved?"

What responded to him was Miura Haru's excited voice:

"Well! Not only is it solved, but there are also unexpected surprises!"

"unexpected surprise?"

The young captain raised one eyebrow, looked at the red cloud on Haru Miura's face, and the small flower on the head of Kisuke Urahara who was slowly coming forward behind him, and felt even more confused in his heart. He tilted his head, a little hesitant to ask:

"An unexpected surprise... what is it? You really hit the jackpot?"

"Win the lottery? Of course not!"

Miura Haru blinked, shook his head, then held Hitsugaya Toshiro's hand and said excitedly:

"The unexpected surprise is...Mr. Urahara, he is my grandfather!"

"puff--"

What responded to this sentence was not Toshiro Hitsugaya who was already stiff, but the water gushing from the mouth of a certain red-haired god of death who was drinking water not far away.He coughed several times in a row, ran over and stared at Miura Haru with a disillusioned face, and was almost at a loss for words:

"You, you, you... are you telling the truth? Mr. Urahara is your grandfather?!"

"Hmm! It's true!"

Haru Miura nodded, the joy in his voice did not seem fake at all.

"..."

Hitsugaya had clearly faded, almost to dust in the wind.

"Mosimoxi?"

Miura Haru stretched out her hand and waved in front of the white-haired boy, but when she found that he had no response, she sighed, so she reached out and grabbed the boy's shoulder and shook:

"Dongshiro Dongshiro, wake up now!"

"......what......"

After shaking for a long time, someone was finally awakened by the shaking. Hitsugaya regained his strength, looked at Haru Miura helplessly, and asked her:

"There should be nothing else in today's surprise besides this?"

"Well... this is already the biggest surprise!"

"Ah...that's good..."

Toshiro Hitsugaya sighed like an old man, and Haru Miura asked curiously:

"Dong Shilang, why are you acting like an old man? You are even more like a grandfather than my grandfather at home."

The grandfather mentioned by Miura Haru obviously refers to Mikazuki Munechi. Her father Sanpu Haruyo lost his parents in his early years and was raised by a temple abbot. "The only impression I have is Honmaru's thousand-year-old sword, Mikazuki Mune, who is close.

Thinking about the various daily behaviors and verbal performances of Mikami Tsukimune, she felt that Toshirō Hitsugaya at this time was exactly the same as the expression of helplessness and connivance after watching her play pranks with Tsurumaru every time.

Thinking that Hitsugaya's actual age is almost 150 years old, Haru Miura thought about it, and blurted out cautiously:

"Winter Shiro...Grandpa?"

"Nani?!!"

When the white-haired young captain heard this word, his eyes were bigger than copper bells, and his whole body seemed to be more fragile than before, shaking pitifully back and forth:

"I...I...Grandpa...Grandpa..You..."

It does look like a hit.

"Hey! Captain Hitsugaya, are you okay?!"

Renji Asai, who had been immersed in the explosive news, finally came back to his senses and saw a Toshirō Hitsugaya swaying from side to side. He couldn't help being frightened at the moment, and decisively reached out and grabbed the opponent's shoulder and shook:

"Captain Hitsugaya! Be sober!!!"

It's almost like a story about sending each other off at eighteen miles.

"Hey......"

Miura Haru blinked, feeling very puzzled:

"Is it that frightening? Whether it's about grandpa, or my name is Grandpa Dong Shilang. Is the god of death so unintimidated?"

She shook her head to show she didn't understand. The sound of clogs stepping on the ground came from behind her. Urahara Kisuke's voice was completely different from before. It was brisk and could even be said to be full of kindness:

"Xiaochun, do you want to go up for some snacks? What else do you want to eat, grandpa asked Grandpa Tie Zhai to make it for you!"

Miura Haru turned around, and saw that Urahara Kisuke was exuding cute little flowers all over her body, and there were two red clouds on both sides of her cheeks. When she walked up to her, she couldn't help but put her in her arms, and rubbed her chin with a little stubble. Her apple face:

"No wonder I fell in love with Xiaochun as soon as I saw it. It turned out that it was because Xiaochun is my granddaughter! Ah... This world is really wonderful. When I think of such a cute child as my granddaughter, my grandfather's heart It's all going to melt!"

"Oh...Grandpa... Your beard stubble hurts me so much."

Miura Haru let Urahara Kisuke hug him and rub him, until he couldn't stand his bearded man before trying to break free from his embrace.

"Ah, okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry Xiaochun, grandpa will go to shave later!"

Kisuke Urahara let go of his granddaughter, apologized in a hurry, and even had a feeling that as long as Haru Miura spoke, he could shave his beard right now.

"Don't be in such a hurry, Grandpa!"

Seeing that Kisuke Urahara seemed to have lost the shrewdness he had before, Haru Miura couldn't help but laugh:

"Pfft... Why does grandpa suddenly seem to be another person? Could it be that the inside is something that can change in a short period of time?"

"Eh? Xiaochun thinks so?"

Kisuke Urahara exclaimed, and Haru Miura even leaned back with laughter:

"Hahaha! Grandpa looks like a silly old man now!"

"Eh?! Silly old man?!"

Urahara Kisuke was stunned, almost ran up to get the mirror, but Miura Haru grabbed his sleeve, he turned his head and looked back, only to see the little girl smiling very heartily:

"I'm just kidding, grandpa is super handsome! He's the most handsome grandpa in the world!"

"Xiaochun..."

Kisuke Urahara stared blankly at the wine red-haired girl, turned around, put his hand on the top of her head, and said in a low voice:

"Xiaochun is the cutest girl in the world and my cutest granddaughter."

"It's a foul, Grandpa."

Miura Haru blushed, but her tone was very happy:

"Grandpa, I will visit you often! One day, I will bring my mother to visit you too!"

"is it?"

Urahara Kisuke listened to the young girl's energetic words, unconsciously full of expectations for the possibility of the future.

"Your mother's name is Yumi, right?"

It's his daughter...

"Hmm! That's right! My mother's name is Yumi, and she looks very similar to grandma, but if you think about it carefully, my mother's face shape and eye shape are more similar to grandpa's!"

Miura Haru suddenly remembered something, turned on the phone, found a photo of Miura Yumi wearing a kimono, and handed it to Urahara Kisuke:

"This is my mother! This photo should have been taken at the beginning of this year."

"This......"

Kisuke Urahara looked at the woman in the photo who was sitting dignifiedly in a lavender kimono, his eyes touched a little, and a sense of natural familiarity gradually spread from his heart to his whole body.

This is his daughter.

During these years of his absence, she had grown up.

But he just found out that he has a daughter and a granddaughter.

"Hey..."

He returned the mobile phone to Miura Haru, and asked softly after a while:

"When you go back, you can ask your grandma, can I go and see her?"

"Eh? Grandpa, are you going to see grandma?!"

Miura Haru was surprised at first, and then surprised:

"That's right! Why didn't I think of it! Since I can travel through time and space to come here, grandpa should also be able to reverse travel to my world! Although I don't know if there is a time limit, I think this method is feasible!"

She looked at Kisuke Urahara and said:

"Grandpa, after practicing with me today, come back to Honmaru with me! Although I don't know if grandma is still at the shrine, I can always find her."

Kisuke Urahara didn't answer right away, obviously this was a very good and very attractive opportunity, but at that moment, a trace of timidity flashed in his heart.

He didn't know how to face everything that he might have to face. Although the news he received today made him very happy, after calming down, he hesitated.

In fact, in his memory, he can hardly remember exactly when Qiusui had his child, how she kept it from him and Yeyi, kept the secret by herself, persisted, and did not tell Anyone who risked his life to return to the original world, gave birth to a child alone, but never wanted to tell him.

In my mind, the burgundy-haired figure gradually became clear. She stood in nothingness, her back was lonely and desperate.

He couldn't catch her then, and now, he can't seem to catch her either.

"I'm still...waiting for your news."

After thinking for a long time, he finally said:

"Since Qiusui never told me these things, there must be her reasons."

"I want to wait for her to figure it out."

He finally said so.

Miura Haru didn't force it, although she was curious why Urahara Kisuke gave up this opportunity, but she also understood that some questions were not suitable to ask at the moment.

So she didn't insist anymore, but made another request:

"Grandpa, I want to show you what I've learned during this time."

"Well, I'll wait and see."

Kisuke Urahara nodded, and threw a sword over him.

Haru Miura took the knife accurately, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, the foot was steady, and his eyes were focused:

"I want Grandpa to see what I learned about breathing water."

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'The younger generation will come knocking on my door. '

— Ibsen