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"It's Senior Aizen and Senior Ukitake!"

"Could it be these two seniors who are teaching demonstrations today?"

"It's great, both of you are so gentle!"

Looking at a group of happy and noisy students below with a wry smile, Mr. Tanaka thought to himself, am I usually too strict?However, the popularity of these two teenagers is really high, especially...

The young man from Sufa stepped onto the stage, pushed his glasses, and with a little embarrassment in his usual gentle voice, he managed to make the girl below let out a low cry.

"Then I'll make a fool of myself."

However, in just a split second, the aura around the young man changed accordingly.The ubiquitous gentleness on weekdays disappeared, replaced by a firm and chilling coldness.Stretching his arms, such a young man has an aura that people can't look directly at. Mao's students can't understand, but they feel awe instinctively.

"Broken Road 31 Red Cannon!"

Kido, who gave up the chant, hit the target straight, leaving only scorched black marks after a loud noise.It was just one blow, and under the astonished eyes of everyone, the entire target turned into nothingness.

"Wow!"

Shouts of exclamation and admiration came from the mouths of the students who stared wide-eyed. "Senior Aizen is a genius!"

Genius...?The young man walked off the stage with a smile, and his glasses blocked his emotionless eyes.

That chilling aura didn't disappear, but it was well concealed, using the so-called gentle expression.No one knew that he practiced ghost way late into the night alone, and no one knew how much blood was stained on his hands——the tenderness you see is just an illusion.

.It's rare for Mao to have a holiday, so he should cherish it.With this in mind, Aizen rejected the invitations of a lot of juniors and girls, planning to spend a quiet vacation alone.As for Jingle and Ukitake, one of them is busy pursuing "a woman worthy of love" and the other is a fool who doesn't know how to say no.

Looking at the big bag of pastries in his hand, Aizen thought it would be a good thing to relax occasionally.Originally, he didn't know what Aizen liked, but the "she" who was a girl actually liked sweet pastries very much, no different from ordinary girls.

Picking up one with great interest and stuffing it in his mouth, Aizen's movements froze.But this was only for a moment, the boy looked normal, chewing slowly, and then swallowed.Immediately, he removed the bag of pastries, not intending to continue tasting them.

It was he who forgot, and just saw familiar things, and bought them back as before habitually.The same color, the same touch, but he forgot that he has no sense of taste.

Really... just a peaceful time to let him get carried away?He forgot how cruel this world actually was, he forgot that he was already covered in blood, and he forgot what he had dealt with God and what he had paid.Even if he could return to that world, he would no longer be that "her", right?Besides - never going back.

The boy continued to smile without any wavering, no one could see his hidden eyes.They are just guessing for granted, ah, that must be very, very gentle, right?

"Ok?"

Aizen lowered his head, looking at the boy who was accidentally kicked by him.Really, did you encounter this kind of thing just because you were distracted for a while?

The bruised and bruised boy was lying on the ground, revealing his silver-white hair stained with mud.The thin clothes were soaked in bright red blood, and there were large and small wounds on the exposed arms.Lan Ran looked down at the boy from above, without any intention of stepping forward to help him, his eyes were calm.This is not Mao, so there is no need for that always gentle senior.

This kind of thing is actually very common in the world of corpses and souls. People don't die from virtual hunting, but from fighting among themselves.Even he himself fell to the ground like this more than once, and no one would come to ask.

Aizan smiled mockingly, this is what the "Master Shinigami" said, the peaceful and stable Liuhun Street.He squatted down, and casually placed the large bag of pastries beside the boy.Well, it's something unnecessary anyway.

Just about to get up and leave without hesitation, he was suddenly grabbed by the hand.That, that kind of force, seemed to be the last straw in his life-it didn't look like a seriously injured and weak person at all.

Aizen stopped interestingly, he suddenly became curious, what kind of person will this child be?Resentful, begging, or someone with great ambitions like him?He used to think that such an experience would only produce these three kinds of people, but only today did he realize that he was wrong.

The pair of scarlet eyes looking at him only expressed one meaning - wanting to live.But, that's all.There was no panic, no urgency, as if he died like this, and it didn't look like a big deal.Clean and neat without a trace of impurities, like the eyes of two rubies.

"Ha ha,"

Aizen suddenly laughed, unexpectedly there are such people.Just live, I don't have time to resent that kind of thing.This child, like a beast, is pure and cruel without any impurities.It's...beautiful.

He changed his mind before he remembered who the kid in front of him was.Ichimaru silver, his closest deputy and partner in the future... Originally, he was the one who wanted to stand with him in the sky.I suddenly felt a little happy in my heart, as expected, there is only such a person...

Regardless of whether it was the so-called "meeting of fate" or not, there was no way to ignore this child just because of the unique brilliance he displayed.Unexpectedly, it is such a unique existence, Ichimaru Gin.

Aizen smiled at him, but there was no false tenderness in his eyes.His voice was still soft and pleasant, but it seemed to have lost that reassuring magic all of a sudden.The boy lying on the ground saw the man stretch out his hand to him, the protruding words from his thin lips were full of temptation and evil, and the raised corners of his mouth were the deepest cruelty and...beauty.There is a kind of unattainable strength.

"Hey, do you want to be with me in the future?"

Ichimaru Gin didn't nod because he passed out before that.In the haze, he felt a pair of hands gently hugging him, surrounded by the fragrance of soap locusts.Subconsciously letting out a comfortable sigh, he let himself sink into the darkness.

Although this embrace is not warm, it is enough to make people feel at ease.

When Aizen looked at the boy who was sitting on the bed with a big bag of pastries in a daze, he wanted to laugh a bit.Then, he really laughed like that.

In the boy's slightly widened eyes, he saw his own smile... It was actually a rare sincerity, without any impurities, just wanting to laugh.The last time I laughed like this was too long to remember, and Aizen didn't even bother to remember.

Ichimaru Gin stared at him blankly.Although he restrained himself a little, there was still a warm smile on the corners of the man's mouth and lips.It was as if the person who just reached out to him was another person.

"Eat,"

He said, pointing to the thing in his arms, "It was originally for you."

"Oh,"

Ichimaru Gin responded, still looking silly, but he stretched out his hand, and then took out one——"What is this?"

He opened his eyes and looked at Aizen, with clear doubts in his eyes.

"Uh... it's persimmons..."

Aizen looked at the thing held by the boy.It wasn't my preference, but I just bought it together by the way, and he took it out all at once.How should I put it... Ichimaru Gin's first encounter with Persimmon was actually facilitated by himself.

Staring at him with big red eyes for a while, the child tentatively took a bite of the pastry in his hand, then turned around and showed him his first smile—not bright, but clearly showing happiness.

"……It was delicious."

Aizen raised the corners of her lips, but did not pursue the previous question. ——"Hey, do you want to be with me in the future?"

Yes, it is not necessary.The kid's eyes said it all.

"Hey, Yin, don't open your eyes casually in the future."

"Ok?"

Putting down the persimmon, the boy tilted his head in doubt.

Lan Ran smiled and smoothed his messy silver hair, "After all, it's not a good thing to be easily known in your heart."

Such a treasure, as long as he knows it, alone.