[Comprehensive] Blue dye

"Well."

The man resting cross-legged against the tree trunk with his eyes closed suddenly uttered a brief raving, as if he was disturbed without preparation.

The man opened his eyes and frowned slightly, looking unhappy.

It is this kind of peculiarity again, similar to tinnitus but actually there is no sound, perhaps it is a frequency that human ears cannot receive.

No one would be eager to be disturbed while resting, not to mention that Aizen is a very sensitive type, and it only takes a little bit of strange feeling to arouse his vigilance.

Forced out of the state of dozing, the hand resting on the crook of the arm tapped again and again. It is now the third watch, the night is dark, and Aizen, who is no longer sleepy, doesn't rest at all. He leans his head back against the tree trunk and folds his hands around his chest. Looking sideways at the bright moon high in the night sky.

The moon, which was slightly covered by thin clouds, gave off a cool light, which was printed on Aizen's fair skin that was not tanned, making Aizen's face appear bloodless and pale.

He has been disturbed by this "sound" for several days. The strange thing is that sometimes he feels that the "sound" comes from far away, but sometimes he feels that the "sound" is very close to him.

Aizen only felt the "voice", but there was no sign for him to discover it further. Up to now, he still knew nothing about the "voice" when he heard it for the first time.

While thinking about countermeasures, the cool night breeze caressed his cheeks, and Aizen was at a high place overlooking the night scene.

After a while, his rare leisure was interrupted.

Still looking into the distance, a flash of sharpness flashed through the calm brown pupils, and Aizen stopped tapping his arm with his fingertips.

Without moving his body, he tilted his head to look down at the silver-haired child sitting at the root of the tree trunk. Silver is a very bright color at night, especially when exposed to the moonlight.

Through these few days of contact, Aizen, who has the advantage of collecting information, has already known the real name of the silver-haired child, but because he does not approach other people in front of the child, he always follows the silver-haired child. Until now, the child seems to think that they are equal Yes, neither party knew the other's name.

Ichimaru silver, from his companions, Aizen was able to learn the child's name.

But because of Aizen's own bad taste, he deliberately pretended not to know the child's name, and until now he still doesn't know the silver-haired child by name.

Hey and hey are what the silver-haired child calls Aizen.

When Aizen wants to talk to the child, he omits the subject directly.

Their communication method is so subtle, and what's even more amazing is that the two people who communicate in this weird way will not create a gap.

Aizen supported the tree trunk with his hands and jumped to the ground using this as a starting point, making only negligible noises.

Looking at the side face of the silver-haired child pretending to be asleep, the highly guarded Ichimaru Gin had already woken up when Aizen was uttering ravings. Aizen could easily detect the change in breathing rate from the other party. fake.

"I know you're awake, now is not the time to rest."

Ichimaru Gin simply stopped pretending, and the corners of his mouth curved up in a familiar arc, like a grinning fox.

"Why do you say that?"

"You are surrounded as targets."

"?!" Ichimaru Gin, who was still sitting, stood up suddenly, and said with a serious expression on his immature face, "How many people are there?"

"The number of people is 32, and there are eight people heading here from four directions. The news about you here has leaked."

Aizen gave a quick reply, and Ichimaru Gin walked directly to the leader sitting under the other tree, without doubting Aizen's words.

Aizen said there was an enemy, although Ichimaru Gin didn't feel anything.

But he does believe in Aizen, which is a trust established on the premise of the other party's strong strength. Ichimaru Gin likes to make troubles and stir up troubles, but he will never joke about his own life.

"What did you say?!"

The conversation on the other side came over, and Ichimaru Gin's words almost made the leader lose his composure, and also woke up other people who were resting against the tree.

They gathered in a group to formulate a rough response, and Aizen stood outside the crowd, his eyes quietly watching the panicked people, his indifference and the anxious crowd formed a strong contrast, as if there was a line between them, Separated from the world on both sides.

Ichimaru Gin was too young, and although he was the one who issued the warning, he had no right to speak in front of a group of adults. Seeing the adults arguing because of panic, he felt disdainful.

Feeling something in his heart, he looked through the gap and looked at Aizen who was beyond the crowd.

The man stood calmly outside the crowd, without saying a word, his brown eyes showed no emotion, and the imprinted indifference made Ichimaru Gin tremble.

Before I could think about it, the enemy was approaching.

In the dark night, there are light spots shaking in the woods. He saw the shaking lights and heard the sound of grass and trees rubbing against cloth.

The adults who hadn't had time to discuss the countermeasures could only draw out the knives from their waists while cursing.

[Tsk, it's really useless. ]

With a slander, Ichimaru Gin also drew his dagger and entered the fighting state.

Ichimaru Gin knew that it was probably the people from the government who received the news to eradicate them. Homeless people like them formed groups to do what bandits would do.

Seeing them like this, Aizen began to wonder how they survived to this day.

Frankly speaking, this battle was a farce. The only thing that caught Aizen's attention was the silver-haired boy's agility and ability to wield a knife.

The short body shuttled neatly among the uniformed crowd, and he was merciless in his strikes.

Ichimaru Gin didn't look calm, but he wasn't flustered, on the contrary, he was a little...excited.

Aizen was surprised by the result.

The silver-haired child pierced the human skin with a knife, and the blood splashed on that small face. He was not surprised by the warm liquid on his face. The corner of Shimaru Gin's mouth couldn't help but rise at the moment he saw red.

[What a crazy kid. ]

The thin lips curved a little, and Aizen found himself admiring the other side of Ichimaru Gin.

The situation of the battle was really one-sided as Aizen had expected, and the side that was inferior to the government in terms of numbers and quality naturally began to show a disadvantage.

"Huh...huh...huh..."

Ichimaru Gin kept panting with his back against the tree trunk, and stayed some distance away from the battlefield to adjust his breath. The too intense battle put a heavy burden on his immature body. Ichimaru Gin carefully glanced at the battlefield that was drawing to a close, It happened to witness the scene where the government officials beheaded all the remaining enemies on the field.

He no longer paid attention to the battlefield where the flames were still on, and made up his mind to leave directly when he recovered.

Passing the tree where the silver-haired child was leaning against, Aizen walked to Ichimaru Gin, and looked down at the distressed child with wounds and blood on his face and clothes.

"What do you plan to do?"

Hearing Aizen's voice, Ichimaru Gin, who could distinguish Aizen's breath, did not overreact. After a little relief, he looked sideways at the tall brown-haired man.

"Huh...luck... not so good, I have to find another one, you will follow me, right?"

It was also difficult to read the other person's thoughts from the child's squinted eyes. Gin Ichimaru had an elusive personality, and Aizen couldn't deduce the intention of the child's question, so he answered truthfully.

"Well, I will follow you, and I said a one-month deadline."

Aizan, who looked away, didn't see Ichimaru Gin's hand tightened by what he said behind him. His face darkened and he put on the familiar smiling face mask for a moment, and let go of his clenched hand. Ichimaru Gin put the knife into the scabbard with a crisp get out of here.

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