[Comprehensive] Blue dye

"I am already dead?"

"This is a fact."

Aizen's tone was indifferent, which seemed to him to be true, but it was Quanna's unbelievable expression that puzzled Aizen.

Quan Nai rationally thinks that Aizen is right, and he is definitely dead, but through personal experience, Quan Na feels that he is truly "alive" now, intact... No, he lost Chakra, and at the same time lost Sharingan.

"You are now a spirit body composed of spirit particles. This is the place where people in this world come to after death, the world of corpses and souls."

"The Soul Realm?"

"Yeah." Looking at Quanna's blank eyes, Aizen paused, "You can't use Chakra anymore."

Aizen spread out his palms to Quanna to signal for Quanna to reach out. Even though his mind is in a mess, Quanna still maintains a certain degree of vigilance, but at the same time he trusts Aizen so much that he puts his hand away without even thinking about it. On the open palm of the other party, Aizen held Quanna's hand and sensed the general situation of the spiritual power in Quanna's body. Aizen was extraordinary in terms of spiritual control, although he had already sensed Quanna's physical condition as soon as they met , but the error quality can be minimized through skin contact.

"Yes, you have the qualifications to become a god of death."

Puzzled, Quanna looked at Aizen and waited for the answer.

"Don't worry, Death God is just a position here, and it's a bit different from what you imagined."

Aizen roughly explained to Quanna about the profession of death, and there are still some concepts that must be corrected. Quanna can be regarded as Aizen who has been underestimated since childhood. Aizen knows what Quanna lacks and what advantages he has to survive in this world. .

Quanna listened carefully with her pure black eyes open.

"After the details, I will take you to the Library Pavilion... No, it's the Central Library, where you can find all the information released to the public."

Quan Nai is very smart, and she knows what Aizen is trying to express as soon as she hears it.

Is it announced publicly...

"I see."

Talking to a smart person saves effort, Aizen raised the corners of her lips in satisfaction when she heard Quanna's answer.

"There are too many uncertainties and I can't figure out why you came to me, but nine out of ten have something to do with me."

Aizen got up and patted Quanna's head who was still sitting.

"Relax, you can be the same as before."

Quan Nai's body shook slightly, and he closed his eyes to block the rolling emotions in them.

Can I understand this sentence as... Can I still rely on you like before?

"……it is good."

"But Aizen, can I ask you something?"

Aizen showed a puzzled expression, and responded without thinking too much, "Yes."

Quanna raised her head and looked seriously at Aizen's black-rimmed glasses.

"Aizen, are you nearsighted?"

"........."

Aizen thought, you can actually ask some constructive questions, Quanna.

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In the gymnasium, Jing Le was lying on the ground in a large font regardless of his care, unable to get up.

"Ah~~~ I'm exhausted!"

"Jingle! Get up!"

"Never!"

Jingle was wearing the training uniform of the Shino Spiritual Art Institute, lying on his back covered with sweat, gasping for breath continuously, and the white-haired boy standing beside him was also hunched over with his hands on his knees, as if he had just undergone intense exercise and his breathing was unstable.

"That dead old man! How can you bear such a fuck!"

"Huh, huh, it's too impolite for you to call Teacher Yuan Liuzhai like that! Cough cough---"

It seemed that talking too much in one breath caused the white-haired boy's unmoistened throat to bounce back. The white-haired boy coughed for a while. Seeing this, Jing Le sat up and ran to the white-haired boy's side and patted his back until The opponent relaxed a lot before leaving.

"Really, I really don't understand what you are doing here because you are not in good health."

Jingle sat down depressed, complaining dissatisfiedly.

"Also! What's your name, Teacher Yuan Liuzhai? Just call me Old Man Shan! Or you don't want to die old man."

"That's too impolite to Yuan Liuzhai teacher!"

Seeing the serious expression on the white-haired boy's face, Jingle whispered boredly, "It's not Aizen, what is his name, Mr. Genryuzhai." Then the white-haired boy just happened to listen.

The white-haired boy showed curiosity, and he walked to Jingle and sat down.

"Aizen refers to Aizen Soyousuke, Sensei Motoryusai's lover, right? I didn't expect you to know him, Kyoraku!"

"Speaking of which, we don't even know why each other is studying at Mao!"

"Is there any reason, of course it was sent by the family."

Jingle felt depressed when it came to this point. The old man Mao Yushan was no less relaxed than when his brother was staring at him. Jingle finally understood the meaning of Aizen's original words.

For the active Jingle, reading is really painful.

The white-haired boy looked at Jing Le's tired side face and said, "I asked my family to send me here."

Jingle stared at the white-haired boy in surprise, as if he couldn't understand what he heard, of course he couldn't understand, for the lazy and healthy Jingle, he couldn't feel that he couldn't do anything after suffering from illness for a long time. understand.

The white-haired boy, that is, Shishiro Ukitake, who received the "blessing" of the King of Spirits, never thought that he could go outside like ordinary children. The whole family of Ukitake is extremely grateful to Master Sisidi (the right arm of the King of Spirits) for giving him the blessing. He has the right to walk under the blue sky. Although the physical pain has not been eradicated and he still needs to take medicine for recuperation, it is much better than before when he could only lie down and not go anywhere.

"My greatest wish is to be able to run as freely as a normal child." Fuzhu whispered, "This was a dream I didn't dare to dream before, so I cherish my body that can walk and jump now."

Jingle stared at Ukitake, who showed an expression of recalling the past, and neither of them continued talking. Jingle didn't know what to say to ease the atmosphere. After all, he had never experienced Ukitake's feelings. Fuzhu needed comfort from others, so he simply didn't say anything.

Although the two met when Mao publicly recruited the first batch of students, the time they spent together was not that long, and they didn't know each other very well, but it is undeniable that the two have already regarded each other as friends.

Jingle feels that Ukitake's past doesn't seem to have many happy memories, because Ukitake always looks melancholy every time he talks about the past.

Jingle just hates to see Ukitake falling into the memories of the past, and the depressive atmosphere makes Jingle feel depressed.

After resting for a while, Jingle, who felt strength coming back, stood up, put his hand on the white head of Ukitake who was sitting beside him and patted hard, and then walked towards the exit of the dojo on his own.

"...Huh? Jingle!"

"If you don't leave, you won't be able to catch up with the meal time!"

A slap to wake up Fuzhu, who was distracted, Jingle reminded that it was time for the two of them to go to eat, and then Fuzhu remembered that the two of them still had class in the afternoon, so they had to seize the time.

Xiao ran to keep up with Jing Le, and the two walked towards the cafeteria at a leisurely pace.

Jing Le glanced at his little friend out of the corner of his eye, and seeing that Ukitake's expression was normal, he relaxed and cast his gaze forward.

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Author... cough cough

I recently became obsessed with a comic called Lightspeed Masked Man 21... the Akabane Hayato in it

I plan to open pits in the future, of course, the main thing is to fill the pits at the moment. Ahaha XD