[Comprehensive] Blue dye

The virtual circle is a barren land.

Barren, bare quartz trees, you can't even see weeds here, there are only stones except fine sand, gray, white, bleak colors, and a monotonous world.

The composition of the imaginary circle is very simple, and the way of life is also easy to understand.

Swallowing and being swallowed, killing and being killed, he used to be a member of this simple world, living a rough life without caring too much.

To use one sentence without embellishment, it is probably very appropriate to describe the old days as 'heartless'!

But it’s not quite right to say that, Aizen’s understanding of ‘heart’ is not comprehensive, he can use terms to explain ‘heart’, but the so-called ‘heart’ is really as described by the knowledge he has learned from books of it?

The future is still very long, and perhaps one day in the future, Aizen will be able to come up with the definition of 'heart' by himself.

Standing on the cold white sand, the young man standing in the large expanse of white sand took a deep breath while maintaining the middle-two posture with his hands wide open. His mouth and nose were filled with the unique air of Xuquan.

"—"

The virtual circle air full of spiritual seeds poured into the lungs through the respiratory tract, and then melted into the air through the act of exhaling. The familiar breath made Lan Ran sigh with satisfaction.

Even if he became the god of death and stayed in the soul world for a not-too-short period, during which he enjoyed all kinds of food and books, but for Aizen, who has always had the instinct of emptiness in his bones, it is the emptiness circle that makes him feel most comfortable.

Even if it's downright boring, there's no food or reading.

Well, back to the virtual circle of longing (not) day and night, it is time to plan and tidy up!

After all, it is a place to be operated as a base camp. Lan Ran is planning to survey the terrain to find out the development potential of the virtual circle and focus on it, but he doesn't want to, he is ready to go, and he has no time to take the first step.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

The huge spiritual pressure was shot down, causing Lan Ran, who had a straight posture, to stagger. The powerful spiritual pressure even caused abnormalities in the body in a restrained state, blurred vision, and short-term paralysis of limbs.

As proud as he is, how can he endure being suppressed like this.

There was a piercing light in Aizen's eyes, and he quickly mobilized the energy in his body without hesitation.

The black colored the eyeballs in an instant, and the brown pupils turned into a gorgeous silvery white. Accompanied by the dazzling light, the electric wire flashed, and the fiery wings suddenly opened behind.

The sand and dust blown up by the gust of wind fluttered around, confusing sight, and even Aizen's figure was blurred, only those sharp eyes were looming.

The body under the pressure became extremely light after the power was released, and he greeted him in a state of preparation for battle. The move of the comer who did not restrain his spiritual pressure was obviously judged by Aizen as a provocation.

Aizen doesn't mind using violence when necessary.

The blazing white light spots separated from the wings float in the air, and the seraphim with the heart of a devil stands on the barren sandy ground, but no one appreciates the beautiful picture like a dream.

Muscles tensed slightly, and the body used to fighting naturally fell into a state of alert, like a person drinking water. This was a very normal reaction for Aizen. He was used to killing and fighting, so he didn't care about the lost life. The arrogance of reason is engraved in his bones.

Squinting his eyes, his excellent eyesight captured the figure in the distance. A small black spot approached at an alarming speed, and its appearance gradually became clear.

As early as when Aizen came into contact with the opponent's Reiatsu, Aizen had a certain degree of understanding of the ability of the comer, and he was a strong man no less than him. If it was Xu, it must be a Valstord-level Daixu.

He just didn't know the purpose of the other party approaching him.

【Um?That look...]

The closer distance allows Aizen to observe the other party. How should I put it? The other party's dress is very individual, with a bit of an animal shadow. The body is wrapped in a hard armor representing identity, and the face is covered by a mask shaped like a wolf. You can see those gray blue eyes.

He still has gray fur on his body, sharp claws on his hands and feet, and a wolf tail swaying slightly behind him. Obviously, his strength is no less than that of his superior Xu, but he still doesn't get rid of the shadow of an animal in the slightest.

Xu's footsteps with animal characteristics gradually slowed down. About 500 meters away from Aizen, he stopped as if he was worried about something, and looked at Aizen across the low-temperature sand.

The wind rolled up the sand and dust, and there was no movement, no words.

"..."

What on earth is he here for?

No one spoke, only the whistling wind and the whizzing sound of the dancing wires on Aizen's wings.

Feeling that he was wasting time, Aizen ran out of patience, squinted his eyes and glanced at the other party. Considering that the other party still hadn't put away the spiritual pressure and would cause damage to the unliberated body, Aizen turned around and left while maintaining his peak state. .

His time is limited and he has things to do.

Moreover, he is patient, but not so cheap.

Aizen didn't want to spend time with the other party, but the superior Xu didn't think so.

Varstord's speed is extraordinary, almost the moment Aizen took the first step, he moved behind Aizen, and the distance of 500 meters was regarded as nothing. Varstord did not use special steps, relying purely on speed reduce distance.

The highly wary Aizen noticed the sudden approaching breath behind him, which surprised him so fast, but it was not enough to pose a threat to Aizen, whose strength and speed were different before liberation.

Using the Shunpo that he was used to to open the distance, the straw sandals lightly stepped on the sand, the right foot moved slightly due to the force, facing the superior staring directly at him, Aizan had no expression on his face.

"For what purpose?"

There was no immediate response to Aizen's questioning, and Varstord was silent for a while before speaking.

"you are the first."

Like all voids, Varstord's voice has a strange echo, like a metal instrument being struck, a bit dull but not unpleasant.

The existence of Aizen is special and unique to Varstod, in his life as Schwartod, whether it is long or short.

This is the first time in Vastod's life that he has come into contact with a 'living' creature. Although the masked face is invisible at all, as long as you look carefully at the other's tail that wags quite frequently, you can easily see Vastod. Todd was overwhelmed with emotion.

Lan Ran frowned slightly and waited for the other party's next words. Even if he was as smart as him, he couldn't sort out the desired information from such a broad sentence.

"You are... the first creature that can talk to me."

The answer was obviously irrelevant. Combined with the huge spiritual pressure he had endured before, Aizen seemed to understand what the other party meant.

[Is it because the spiritual pressure is too strong and no creature can approach it?But Reiatsu is not——]

A guess suddenly popped up in his mind, even if he was as calm as Aizen, the corners of his mouth would inevitably twitch.

Varstord said it was his first time talking to a creature.

Talking to someone for the first time = inexperienced = doesn't know anything = can't control Reiatsu

Aizen: "...huh."

The success rate of getting rid of Varstord with speed is not high, the easiest way with the greatest success rate is to directly open the black cavity and return to Selingting, but the problem is --- he, no, wants to.

Don't be kidding! Aizen finally found time to go to the virtual circle to find a 'new stronghold'. He had to go back when he couldn't see the shadow of the ground, and there was no door.

[It's really a bad start. 】

Lan Ran sighed, he didn't intend to take over his subordinates so early, although it was a matter of time.

But now it seems there is no better way.

Aizan began to try to talk to Schwatod, and after exchanging names, the topic went back to the original sentence.

"Your purpose?"

Varstord, that is, Ke Yatai Stark, his gray-blue eyes quietly watched Aizen, and the strong emotions revealed by those pure eyes were beyond Aizen's comprehension, and he desperately wanted to get rid of loneliness .

"Follow you."

"I want to...follow you."

[So I have unconditionally harvested a strong subordinate? 】

Of course Aizen knew that the other party didn't mean that. Stark's "follow" probably meant it literally.

But he can't take Stark around, and he can't take Stark back to Seireitei.

"We can talk, but before that, you must first learn how to control the Reiatsu."

Although Stark is very unmotivated, he is talented and intelligent, and he learned how to retract and release Reiatsu by dictating Stark.

After Stark learned to control the spiritual pressure, Aizen gathered the power released, the wings disappeared, and the strange appearance receded to reveal the face of death. Seeing the changes in Aizen, Stark stared in surprise.

"As you can see, my current identity is a god of death, and it is impossible for you to follow me all the time."

"grim Reaper?"

"Can't you understand? Also, you haven't had any contact with people at all."

"It's enough to dress like me. Death is a large group, and it can also be distinguished as a profession."

"Ah..."

Stark uttered a single tone as if he suddenly remembered something, and paused.

"I remember, it was the person who drew his sword as soon as he saw me, but was killed by (Reiatsu) when he couldn't even make a close connection. It turned out that he was the god of death."

Inexplicably, there was an urge to go back and kill the pig teammate Aizen: "..."

"Cough." With a symbolic light cough to cover up his rare embarrassment, Aizen brought the topic back.

"You just need to know that I won't let you follow me all the time."

"..."

Stark didn't speak, and looked at Aizen with his eyes open as if he hadn't woken up, showing his uncooperative attitude.

Finally, he had the opportunity to break free from the loneliness that has always been with him and tortured him all the time. How could he let go of such an opportunity so easily?

Hold on tight, of course.

I don't want... to be alone anymore.

Seeing Stark's silent attitude, Aizen frowned slightly.

After thinking about it for a while, Aizen decided to take Stark to find the virtual circle stronghold first. The reason for changing the doctrine was of course not because of his conscience because he was depressed and afraid of loneliness.

Conscience Aizen said that he didn't need that dragging thing.

Decided to take Stark with him temporarily, because he can do less with one more thug.

Even if Stark has never been in contact with people, his combat skills may not be able to be brought to the stage, but at least he has a powerful Reiatsu, and if he really can't beat the Reiatsu, he will die.

Just take it by the way, and save trouble.

"Forget it, just follow."

Aizen turned around and left without much explanation. He didn't think it was necessary to tell anyone, even future subordinates, what he did.

Stark's eyes flashed with joy, and he quickly followed Aizen. Aizen didn't say where he was going or what he was doing, and Stark didn't care.

Stark, who hates loneliness, is easy to please, and he doesn't ask for much.

Just having a companion is enough.

The author has something to say:

This article can be summed up in one sentence: Uncle Meng

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It is said that the type of Starkvalstord is set by the author according to his own preferences ((I can't resist the textual research ww

Stark!!