[Comprehensive] Blue dye

Ichimaru Gin held dried persimmons in his mouth, and he had piled up several stockpiles at his hand. He was sitting outside the shabby house with his feet dangling, so uncomfortable.

Sensing the approaching breath behind him, he tilted his head and swallowed the half-eaten dried persimmon in one bite, beckoning to the other party.

"Why do you keep standing? Come and sit down!"

Standing behind the silver-haired boy is a girl with short curly orange hair. The girl looks like a resident of a poor area. Her clothes are shabby and dirty, her hair is dry and her skin is yellowish, and she is obviously malnourished. Uneasy, he was looking at Ichimaru Gin with one hand clenched on his chest and his mouth pursed.

After hesitating for a while, he slowly walked to the side of Ichimaru Gin who was sitting.

Ichimaru Gin saw that the girl was in a state of depression, so he took the initiative to take a piece of dried persimmon and handed it to her.

"No! Here you go! Eat it and you'll be fine."

Watching the orange-haired girl take the dried persimmons in her hand, Ichimaru Gin also reached out to take a piece and continued to chew it with her mouth, swinging her legs and looking at the scenery leisurely.

In fact, there is nothing to see. The field of vision is a barren, barren land with no grass.

The orange-haired girl didn't know what Ichimaru Gin was looking at, she held on to the food in her hand, looked at the other person's line of sight, and always saw such an unchanging scene.

In fact, Ichimaru Gin's attention was not on the scenery in front of him, he still had that squinting and malicious expression, but his mind had drifted far away and couldn't be pulled back for the time being.

Ichimaru Gin is thinking seriously, although it can't be seen from the outside at all.

[Ala ~ what should I do? ]

[What should I do to find that person? ]

The silver-haired boy propped his chin in distress, unable to think of an answer for a moment.

Aizen has given him so little information that he doesn't even have any clues to find the person. Ichimaru Gin doesn't even know the other party's identity, doesn't know that the other party is Shinigami, and doesn't live in Ruhun Street. It's impossible to find anyone here.

Ichimaru silver only knows the other person's appearance, but not the most important name.

#Blame the unintelligible competitive spirit at the time#

Don't know the name, how to find someone?

No solution.

[It's not fair!I don't know his name, but he knows my name, so cunning. ]

Ichimaru Gin, who became more and more unbalanced as he thought about it, puffed up his cheeks. Although he didn't expect much, he still asked the orange-haired girl beside him.

"Have you seen Luanju? He is over 180 tall, has glasses with black frames, brown eyes and short hair of the same color, yes! He always wears black clothes~"

Seeing Rangiku shaking his head, Ichimaru Gin showed a disappointed expression.

"Silver... are you looking for someone?"

"That's right, I'm looking for someone~"

Seeing Ichimaru Gin put on such an expression for the first time, Rangiku couldn't help feeling envious while sighing.

[That person is someone Silver attaches great importance to!very nice……]

The girl's name is Matsumoto Ranju, and she glanced at Ichimaru Gin's side face in a disguised manner, since when she was rescued by Ichimaru Gin, she felt a deep sense of dependence in addition to gratitude.

Ichimaru Gin squatted beside her, and took a piece of dried persimmon and handed it to her mouth. At that time, Luanju was lying on the ground, already too hungry to move, and could only turn his eyes to look at the silver-haired boy who squinted and smiled.

Originally thought that she was going to starve to death, Gin Ichimaru gave her the food in her hand so that she could survive.

In this case, it is hard not to be grateful and not dependent on the other party, right?

A girl with a simple mind, not only looks immature, but also has pure feelings. She doesn't know that Ichimaru Gin is not someone she can rely on.

From the very beginning, it was impossible.

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"is it here……"

The indifferent brown pupils swept across, and only the forest full of strange sense of incongruity was in the shifting sight.

Aizan came here at night, East No.60 District [-] - Huaku, to confirm some things.

After returning to this world, the previous disturbing noise came back again, saying that the sound was not quite right, it should be some kind of sound wave frequency, Ai Ranzhao felt that he had come here.

He must make it clear that this problem cannot be resolved.

Looking up at the bright moon gradually covered by floating clouds, the shadows spread, and the gloomy atmosphere reached its peak.

"---"

Aizen heard a voice, and this time it was a real voice.

Walking into the depths, he saw a girl with short orange-brown hair surrounded by several adults in death suits. One of them reached out and grabbed the girl. The girl who couldn't break free screamed and struggled hard, but the adults were indifferent , and even shrink the encirclement.

Aizen who stopped walking frowned.

It's fine if you don't let him see it, wouldn't it make him feel unhappy to be seen by him?

Just as he was about to move, he felt a strong sense of disobedience.

Aizen's pupils shrank, and his eyes locked on those "adults".

[Is it Death?wrong!This feeling---]

Clang---

The sound of the blade slipping through the scabbard sounded, and Aizen drew out the knife with a cold light as he stepped forward. The "adults" didn't even notice that someone was approaching behind them, and they didn't realize what happened until their chest was pierced.

Aizen stabbed through the man's chest from behind, pulled it out and slashed at the next target.

[This kind of touch... doesn't feel like cutting a living thing. ]

The more they cut, the more they felt that something was wrong, but those "adults" didn't even scream or respond when they were attacked.

Luanju was let go and fell to the ground, she closed her eyes slightly because of the pain, and when she opened her eyes again, she saw the scene in front of her, her gray pupils contracted nervously, and her hands couldn't stop shaking.

Aizen frowned and looked down at those "corpses". His knife was still in his hand, which was cold and sharp. Given that Aizen's aura was too strong and oppressive, the orange-haired girl, that is, Ran Ju, was not saved at all. Consciously, on the contrary, I feel that I may become the next soul to be killed by the sword.

Aizen didn't intend to kill her. He is not a person who kills indiscriminately, and killing a child is meaningless. He originally wanted to say that he can continue to do his work after solving these garbage, but the reality seems to be different from what he imagined. .

Those who fell to the ground were not human beings.

Even, not a living creature.

"!"

Keenly grasping the handle of the knife, Ai Ran stared coldly at the human figures walking out from behind the surrounding trees, all of them were "things" wearing death costumes imitating the appearance of the god of death.

During the slashing, Aizen found that they were actually absorbing the spirits around them, and then turned to look at Luanju, who was avoiding everywhere as much as possible so as not to affect his movements. acceptable.

He cut down a few human figures approaching the girl, ignoring Ranju's surprised expression, Lan Ran's frowning brows were not loosened, he knew he couldn't go on like this forever.

His head was running fast, and when he thought of something, he suddenly stopped swinging the knife, and raised his hand amid the approaching human figure and the anxious eyes of Luanju.

With the palm up, the air fluctuated, all the treacherous figures stopped moving forward, a strong wind blew up, and the swirling airflow finally gathered in the palm of Aizen's palm, and the sound continued to ring in Aizen's ears. The audio that harassed the eardrum let Aizen know that he had made the right bet.

The abnormal body was scattered in the air, and Aizen gathered those spiritual particles to make the original invisible things appear.

[Just let me see, what the hell is... east... west...]

Aizen looked at Yu, who lay obediently in his palm, and remained silent.

This thing seems familiar, but the turbid color in the jade is a little strange.

The one making the noise is this... jade.

The surrounding figures had been blown away and reorganized in the hurricane just now, and turned into the thing in his hand.

Now that King Ling is sleeping and no one can ask, Lan Ran puts away the jade and plans to go back to study it, and he is about to leave.

He didn't need to thank him at all, but someone unexpected made him stop.

"Hey, can you tell me your name this time?"

Aizen turned his head sideways, the silver-haired child with a smile came into his eyes, and the corners of Aizen's mouth rose.

"I didn't expect to see you so soon, Silver."

The author has something to say:

The author is such a nice guy :3

Let silver and blue dye meet so soon hahaha

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