[Comprehensive] Blue dye

Opening the paper sliding door, the calm brown eyes meet the black pupils.

Aizen, whose wound had been properly treated, looked much better, and his face softened a little, and his tone was not biased when facing the culprit who stabbed him.

"I've been waiting for a long time, please take your things and follow me."

Hearing this, Unohana simply put on the sack on her back, picked up her protective weapon and followed Aizen. The two walked a long way at a normal speed, turned several corners, and walked from the Yuanzi School to the First Division Club , but there is no unimpeded direct access to the captain's room.

Aizan stopped in the corridor a short distance away from the captain's room of the first team.

The reason is to meet acquaintances.

The golden eyes in front of him were still as firm and stubborn as ever, which impressed Aizen deeply. Although such eyes would make people want to deal a heavy blow, Aizen didn't hate it.

Seeing the inconspicuous but real worry in Quebu's eyes, Lan Ran's eyes flashed a trace of doubt, he first smiled and said hello to Quebu.

Politely nodding his head in response, Quebu seemed a little hesitant. He was thinking about how to express his concern to Aizen, and his brain was troubled by how to use words.

Quebu has a sense of intimacy with the young man who always smiles in front of him. He can clearly feel that the other party contacts him without any malice. Look at him with colored eyes, as if trying to squeeze something out of him.

Every time Sparrowbe came to Seireitei in the past, it was only for Yamamoto Genryuzai. He had a clear goal, and he gave all his attention to one person, so he never invested extra energy on others.

Now that he became Yamamoto Genryuzai's deputy as he wished, he gradually broadened his horizons. He saw the envy and jealousy in people's eyes, and heard the gossip in the aristocratic circle.

Quebu sees people in his own way. He thinks that Aizen has the value of making friends. Subconsciously, Quebu, who has already regarded Aizen as a friend, is even worried about the injury of the other party.

I really don't know whether it should be said that Quabu has a unique vision, or that Aizen is too good at pretending to be a good person?

"...Are you okay?"

After thinking for a while, Quabu finally decided to ask directly.

If you still can't figure out the purpose of Quebu's visit at the beginning, Aizen will have fully understood when the other party said this sentence.

Seeing that Aizen didn't respond immediately because of his question, Quebu was worried whether his improper words made the other party unhappy, and Aizen showed a friendly smile to himself.

"It's all right, don't worry."

Hearing the unremarkable gentle voice, Quebu heaved a sigh of relief, and then noticed that there was someone behind Aizen. Although Unoka suppressed the uncomfortable aura on purpose, Quebu still vaguely sensed something was wrong, and frowned slightly. frown.

[It's really sensitive. 】Aizen and Unoka watched Sparrow's reaction at the same time, and couldn't help but think so.

Unoka stared at Sparrow with his emotionless, clear and translucent black eyes.

"Who is this?"

Quebu asked questions, Lan Ran turned sideways to let Quebu see the whole picture of the person behind him, and introduced his name, except for his name, he didn't say anything about his identity or family background, after all, it wasn't something worth promoting.

But Aizen didn't mention it doesn't mean that Quebu can't recognize the identity of the woman in front of him, not to mention that Unoka has nothing to hide at all, Quebu is not a dull person, he can judge the authenticity by himself, except that his eyesight needs to be strengthened His eyesight is generally good.

The iconic jet-black long hair and black pupils, and a strange long knife with an overly curved blade, may not be able to be blocked by these characteristics. The most important thing is what the sparrows felt when they saw Unohana, which can be said to be Unfounded intuition, but Sparrow just believed in it.

Recognizing the woman's identity, Quebu's whole body tensed up instantly. Although he didn't make a disrespectful move of putting his hand on the scabbard, he did enter the state of preparation for battle. There is no doubt about it. I don't move my heart, but I have already planned it secretly.

Quebu was about to speak, but Aizen interrupted him before he could say something unpleasant.

"Sensei Yamamoto wants to see her, I'm sorry, but I have to excuse myself first."

Chong Quebu nodded and didn't care about the other party's reaction, Aizen was so rude that he took Unokana away, the protective behavior only got a few glances from the woman behind him, but Aizen didn't care if Unokana would I would thank him for this kind of trivial matter. He didn't do this kind of behavior to win the favor of a "beautiful woman", and he didn't even mean to win favor at all.

After the figures of the two disappeared completely, Quabu let down his vigilance, and the slumped feeling of release was not pleasant.

【Yuan Liu Zhaidian wants to see her why...】

Even though he was puzzled, he would unconditionally support any decision made by Yamamoto Genryuzai, no matter how much uproar his actions would cause.

Aizen and Unokana, who bid farewell to Sparrow, did not speak for a while, and the two walked quietly on the road. The silent atmosphere lasted for a while, and finally it was Unokana who saw that Aizen had no desire to speak, and then took the initiative to speak.

"Is he your friend?"

"No."

Standard question and answer.

Aizen answered quickly, as if he had expected Unohana to have such a question, but what he said was the truth.

"He cares about you."

This time, Aizen didn't answer.

Because the two had already arrived outside the captain's room of the first team, as long as they knocked on the door, Yamamoto Genryuzai could hear it.

"Captain, I brought people here."

Aizen would still call Yamamoto Motoryuzai "Teacher Yamamoto" in Yuanzijuku, because he talked to him as a student at that time, but if it is business affairs now, the relationship between Aizen and Yamamoto Motoryuzai is not Just bosses and subordinates.

"Come in!"

An energetic voice came from inside the door, Aizen reached out and pushed the door open, and Yamamoto Motoryasai was sitting solemnly at his desk in the spacious and bright room.

He always seems to be that number one expression.

After a round of official speeches with Yamamoto Genryuzai, and then went straight to the topic, Aizen left Unohana in the office for the two to have a good exchange, while he quit the team leader's room and walked in the direction of Yuanzijuku Aizen, who got a few days of recuperation leave due to his injury, planned to make good use of the time to figure out the problems in his body.

Aizen is totally disgusted with the uncontrollable factors, especially those that happen to him. Occasional accidents may be called "surprises", which are appropriate life adjustments, but if the unstable factors will cause things to go wrong If it develops in the direction contrary to his intention, it is better to kill it as soon as possible.

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white space──

It belongs to Aizen and Lingwang, and it is a place for the two to communicate with each other.

"Power saturation?"

"You mean, I still have the abilities of my 'previous life', and there is no problem with using them. I have to mobilize and use those abilities every once in a while, so that the energy in my body can circulate properly, so as not to affect the body's functions? "

After the reorganization of the spirit son, the composition of the power has somewhat changed, but since the previous abilities can be used, the form should not be too different. As long as the timing is used to achieve the effect of conditioning, it will not be a problem.

The side effects of this level of rebirth are much lighter than Aizen's expected 'cost', and the severity level cannot even be described in terms of cost.

The price is something that must be lost in exchange for something that would not have been achieved otherwise.

The current situation is that Aizen only needs to spend a few insignificant minutes to adjust his state, and he doesn't have to worry about his body retaliation against his master.

The monotone of King Ling's answer still sounded from Lan Ran's head as usual, looking at the other party's indifferent face, Lan Ran really didn't know whether King Ling could not speak or didn't want to speak.

In view of the characteristics of the white space, it is not difficult for King Ling to speak out, but he still insists on speaking in Lan Ran's brain.

He didn't choose to believe it right away, but Ling Wang's words still made him feel a little anxious about not being able to control his own situation. Aizen immediately decided to find a time to test it as soon as possible.

Aizen didn't plan to spend more time waiting for the right time, after all, it was related to his physical condition, no matter how inappropriate it was, it had to be resolved as soon as possible.

But in fact, that moment was not long before now, and soon, in the same week that Yamamoto Motoryuzai sent people to heal the wound on his body, Aizen got a chance.

Leaving these things aside for the time being, Aizen, who got the information from Ling Wang, took some time to digest the information, and then started to 'tell a story' as usual, with a real facial paralyzed-juvenile-fake toddler.

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"One-sided" small talk in Aizen, to put it bluntly, is at the same time as "bullshit"───

In this world, a suburban forest near a small town in the west───

The boy with slightly curly blond hair walked step by step, the soft blond hair swayed with his movements, the little boy had short blond hair over the ears, long thick eyelashes half covered sapphire-like eyes, delicate white eyes The face is like a doll.

With blond hair and blue eyes, he is like a living cherub, who just descended and lost his wings.

How beautiful it is from a distance, but it's not what you imagined when you look up close.

The little angel's exposed slender arms were covered with scars, bruises and red marks interlaced, and the slightly swollen skin conveyed bursts of irritating tingling sensations to the brain, but the blond boy did not utter a cry of pain, just quietly Walking in the forest, let the shadows of the trees engulf him, his sea-blue pupils are lifeless and dull like stagnant water.

The boy was born in the West and grew up in a land full of Western flavors. Although he settled in a log cabin in the forest, he is also an authentic Westerner.

The boy's name was 'Huguen Harthward'.

Huge Lan escaped from the small wooden house that suffocated him, and found an excuse to hunt, so he carried a rough quiver on his back, stuffed it with inferior arrows cut from branches, and rushed with a simple wooden bow. Out of the 'house'.

He doesn't think of it as 'home' at all, it's just a temporary residence because he has nowhere else to go.

Yu Gelan knew that he didn't have the ability to make a living by himself, and if he didn't want to die, he could only cling to his most hated uncle.

Hate……

irritating……

He hates his lack of power, his lack of ability, his uncle who abused him, and even more himself who has no choice to resist.

Swinging around with a negative attitude, I finally caught the trace of the prey within sight, it was a rabbit.

Yuge Lan reluctantly braced himself to raise the bow and set the arrow. The bent posture of the arm squeezed the swollen skin, causing him to let go under the stimulation of pain before he could fully draw the bow.

The arrow that missed the aim didn't even touch the side of the prey, and it just shot on the grass next to the hare.

Seeing that the arrows she shot only had the effect of alarming the prey, Yu Gelan let out a sigh with a weak sense of loss.

At this time, a powerful arrow branch pierced through the running and jumping rabbit, nailing it straight to the ground and bringing out a few round drops of blood.

The rabbit kicked a few times and then stopped moving. Yu Gelan was stunned for a while, and only recovered when she heard a strange voice questioning herself.

"What are you doing! You suck!"

"who is it?"

Yu Gelan looked up at the direction of the sound, and saw a boy standing on a tree with one hand supporting the trunk. The boy wore a cockscomb-shaped helmet on his head, a cloak fastened to his vest with two buttons, and black leather gloves on his hands. , The left hand is also equipped with a simple crossbow.

Boys' outfits are individualistic at best, and vulgar at worst! The kind that are so vulgar.

But the young man with a cockscomb head (helmet) didn't notice this. He tried to speak in a superior tone, but because of his immaturity, his laughter only increased.

"Hey Hey hey---"

"Sir Benbazz, do you want to introduce yourself first! You should report your name first! White onion brat!"

【Because I was made fun of because my complexion was too pale... You call me a kid even though I'm not very old...】

Feeling a little unhappy, Yu Gelan didn't say her name immediately, but picked on the other party's language problems.

"Your name is Bazah."

Seeing that the other party was suffocated and unable to reply, Yuge Lan slowly spoke his name.

"I'm Yugelan."

"Huguen Hartsward."

Caressing his stinging left arm, Yu Gelan looked at the boy Buzz on the tree.

At this time, Yu Gelan didn't know that the prelude to this evil fate was just about to start.

The author has something to say:

The original plan for the establishment of the Star Cross Knights was only available when Hugo and Buzz's hometown was burned down. This article changed the order according to the needs of the plot.

The author wants to abduct the little angel!

Let's keep your eyes open!Wow haha!

How could such a cute little lady be spoiled by 'outsiders'? !

You say yes? Blue God!

★★All bugs are based on this article (arranged by the author), it is normal that the settings are different★★

The author will not let this flower (huh) be stuck on the cow dung=dish=, the loss is also a loss to our family, Lanshen!

Dear friends, needless to say, the stupid author has made up his mind! !