yo little strawberry

Have you ever experienced death, have you tasted that kind of despair?

Yishou doesn't know how he died in his previous life. In fact, he can't remember many things in his lifetime.

When the cold fingers passed through his body, countless fragments flashed through his mind——

Laughing, painful, tangled, happy, beautiful...

At this moment, he felt that death was so close to him, so close that he could touch it without reaching out.

At this moment, he realized that he was actually nothing.In his script, he is the protagonist, but in this world, where the strong survive and cheaters are rampant, he is really nothing.

Who is he?

A character that did not appear in the original book, seems to be running around in this world in a beautiful way, wandering on the edge of danger beyond his control for the desire in his heart and the belief in his heart.

Work hard because he is too weak;

Desperate, because he knows the horror of the enemy;

flinched because he didn't want to hit a pebble with a stone;

The outburst was because he had already chosen to face the reality——

No matter what the price of doing so is, when he chooses this path, he has no choice and no way to escape.

Blood was dripping, and the surroundings were eerily quiet.

Izuku lowered his head dumbly, staring blankly at his completely pierced wound, then slowly stretched out his hand to Ulquiola in front of him, and grabbed his arm when the other party didn't expect it at all. .

"Little Wu..."

His voice was trembling, the blood flowing from the wound had already soaked the clothes on his chest, but the dazzling dark red was finally obliterated by the endless black.

"……I do not regret."

As he said this, there was a gentle smile on his face, and the soft light was still shining in his brown eyes.However, he unconsciously increased the strength of his hand, and the right hand that exhausted the remaining strength of the whole body almost cut off Ulquiola's arm.

"Some people may call me stupid, but if you think about it from my perspective... I really don't regret it."

He had tried his best, but unfortunately, he still failed.

It's not that he is too weak and timid, nor is he too useless and incompetent, but that he underestimates the world too much——

this real world

He thought he could, but now it doesn't look like that.

Everyone's strength is limited, and everyone has things they can and cannot do.

Kazushou held onto Ulquiola's arm tightly, and under the gaze of those hollow, unfocused green pupils, he slowly covered it on his bleeding chest.

When the bloody finger touched the wound again, Ulquiola whispered.

"Your thoughts are meaningless at all." He withdrew his hand almost without any effort, "What you said is also meaningless."

Seeing Kazuju's body slowly falling backwards as if losing the balance, Ulquiola gently pressed down the arm that still had the other's body temperature and blood with the other hand.

The low voice, indifferent to the point of no emotional ups and downs, echoed like a sigh in the dark and empty abandoned site.

"Even your existence...is meaningless."

At the moment when Isshou's Reiatsu completely disappeared, Ichigo, who was fighting fiercely with Grimmjow, erupted his Reiatsu like crazy, bursting out several dark red crescent moons with high concentration of Reishi materialized in succession. Chong, seriously wounding the enemy who was originally in the upper hand.

"You guy..."

Grimmjow looked down at his chest in shock, the deep bloody gash had fully demonstrated the strength of the God of Death in front of him.

Just, why did it suddenly explode?

"Hey, I said you..."

"Get out! Get out of the way!!" Because of extreme anger and fear, Ichigo unconsciously prolongs the time of his virtualization, like a bloodthirsty beast, he wants to bite the enemy's neck immediately.

He kept breathing heavily, and his whole body was surrounded by an emotion called pain and despair——

Yishou...

"No matter how heavy the burden is on your shoulders in the future, don't forget that I still exist."

"Even if I'm not as strong as you, at least I can be trusted and relied on by you."

"Brother, let's go home."

The twin brother who lived with him for 15 years, the brother who shared weal and woe with him, and the one who was close to him...

Yishou's spiritual pressure disappeared.

he died.

On the rooftop, Madarame sat cross-legged on the ground in a corner, his body was tattered and painted.He obviously won the battle, but he couldn't be happy anyway.

He raised his head again and took a sip of the spirits, but remained silent.

Yumi Ayasegawa sat beside Madarame, and it was rare that he didn't look in the mirror and pretend to be narcissistic, but kept silent together.

After a long time, he suddenly reached out and snatched the flagon from the corner of Madarame, and raised his head and took a few big mouthfuls.

"Don't look at me with that expectant expression, I'm not interested in men. Especially you... sissy."

"...Okay, I admit that you are beautiful, you make my heart beat faster—I'm scared by you."

Madarame stood up suddenly, raised his head and roared excitedly at the gray sky that was about to dawn.

"Kisuko Kurosaki, you are a fucking bastard!!"

"Master Madarame, Kazutoshi Shirasaki is a member of the [-]th squad. I just graduated from Mao this year. I..."

"Ah Madarame-sama, what should I do, the hemostatic medicine I was carrying disappeared!! Did it fall on the road?! I wanted to help you, Madarame-sama, but what should I do now? ...I finally met Madarame-sama and said..."

The Sixth Team of Jinglingting

The rising sun drives away the darkness, heralding the beginning of a new day.

A slender figure was wearing a white singlet, standing with his hands behind his back in the cool courtyard.Holding a proxy death pass tightly in his hand, he didn't move all night, making his straight back a little stiff.

As the breeze blew by, the black hair on Kuchiki Byakuya's forehead was messed up, and the thick ink-like color formed a clear contrast with his pale face.

His jaw was tense and his lips were drawn into a line.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Cabbage, my hands slipped just now, er, er, can you return the tub to me now?"

"Mr. Cabbage, if I say this was also an accident, will you believe me?"

"Chinese cabbage, if you fall down, then I will immediately pour cold water on you, making you the most 'wet' nobleman in the entire soul world."

"...I'll fall in love with you only when my brain is squeezed by the door!! Yes, how could I fall in love with a Chinese cabbage..."

There was a faint scent of flowers in the air, and he slowly closed his eyes, hiding all the emotions that should not be revealed in his eyes, allowing that embarrassing person to be active in his brain, stirring up all the memories related to him.

Familiar pictures are constantly rotating, and bits and pieces of the past seem to be infinitely magnified and presented in front of him through a magnifying glass——

What the man said, what he did, even the habitual facial expressions...everything is so clear. These scenes and dialogues that are so familiar made him fall into a state of extreme negativity. middle.

Kuchiki Byakuya took a deep breath, clenched his fists secretly, his nails were embedded in the flesh but he didn't realize it.

Kurosaki Kazuju

The embarrassing guy who dared to splash water on him, the stupid traveler who "overwhelmed" him, the fool who cried and laughed and said that he would never fall in love with him——

already dead.

There is no plot in the movie, and there is no perfect ending of the fairy tale, and he is not even given a second of time.

The moment Yishou fell down, he didn't see the person he wanted to see. Yes, even before he died completely, no one would notice that there was something abnormal here.

It was so cruel that he didn't even have time to see the expressions of Inoue who was screaming and Ulquiorra who had finished his last sentence.

He died so fast, in the blink of an eye, he died like this.

How embarrassing, I just hung up before I had time to have a romantic show with my relatives and friends.

His hard work, his dedication, and everything about him suddenly became so cheap in the face of absolute strength.

He hated, hated why he couldn't be more arrogant, hated why he couldn't be resurrected on the spot, hated why he had to travel through time, hated why he had to be integrated into this world that frightened him...

In real life, ordinary citizens will never want to sue officials, because it is too "real"; in the anime world, a weed like him will never want to have the life of the protagonist, because it is too "real".

Yishou didn't know what death was, but after experiencing death, he somewhat understood it.

When a person is close to death, the old memories will appear in rotation in the mind, like watching a lantern on a horse.

Those memory pictures one after another are like old photos from old times, the color is slightly yellowish, black and white photos, printed on them are the young self, the people who love him and the people he loves around him.

The person in the photo smiled happily, and the bright smile was permanently fixed in this moment.

At this moment, those sad and sad past events in the past, like the gradually lax brown pupils, are gradually dimming, obliterating the original soft and clear light in the eyes.

Finally, the moment his body fell to the ground, he completely lost consciousness.

Kazushou Kurosaki was killed by a single blow by Ulquiorra, whose icy body gradually began to collapse in the abandoned warehouse, almost merging with the surrounding darkness.

The surroundings are very quiet, and occasionally you can hear the rustling of the leaves blown by the night wind.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of footsteps in the distance.

This is a particularly crisp sound made by clogs on the concrete floor, which is particularly clear in this empty warehouse, and it is even more eerie and mysterious in the middle of the night and early morning.

A tall and slender man with a cane in his hand and clogs on his feet walked slowly through the darkness and walked straight forward.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally stopped.

A thin and emaciated young man was lying there quietly, with a strange ironic half-smile expression on his face, his out-of-focus pupils were lifeless, and there was no sign of spiritual flow in his body.

The man squatted down and pressed the hat on his head with one hand. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly reached out and hugged the corpse on the ground horizontally, and quickly disappeared into the night.

ten days later

The boy with dazzling orange hair stood on the shore, raised his head and closed his eyes to feel the cool morning breeze, and let out an almost inaudible sigh.

His eyes were misty, and his soft brown pupils reflected the shape of the clouds in the sky, as if he was fascinated by the scene in front of him, and he kept taking deep breaths greedily, breathing in the rare fresh air.

The familiar stabbing pain came from his left chest again. The sudden pain made him bow his head and cough a few times. He tried his best to restrain and endure each sound, but the people in the room still heard them.

"Ah, ah, ah, your current body must not catch cold."

Kisuke Urahara came out of the room shaking a small fan, looked up at Kazutoshi Kurosaki who had his back turned to him, and frowned slightly as he saw his increasingly thin body.

"Yishou, do you blame me for..."

"No, I never thought about it that way."

Isshou turned around, his sickly face was blushing suspiciously due to coughing.He grinned at Urahara Kisuke, and lightly thumped his left chest with his hand.

"I should thank you. If you hadn't saved me, I would have died a long time ago. If you hadn't thought of that good method, I think I would be very sad even if I was saved."

Ten days ago, he had personally experienced death. Seeing his left chest being pierced by a finger comparable to a sharp knife, the hole where the blood was constantly flowing made him a little absent-minded.

Ten days later, the hole in his body and mind was healed, and there was nothing awkward about it, because now there were more important things waiting for him to complete.

"Don't try to be brave, Yishou."

Kisuke Urahara lowered his head halfway, and the brim of his hat covered most of his face. Although he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, his voice was hoarse and deep.

"Once you are discovered, you should delay as long as possible, and then use the method I taught you to tear open the boundary and escape." He pressed his hat with his hands, hiding his entire face in the shadows.

"If what happened that night happened again, Kurosaki Kazushou, I will never let you go, and I will never trust you again."

Kazuju pursed his lips, and suddenly stepped forward and hugged Urahara Kisuke, he buried his face in the other's neck, and said in a relaxed tone.

"...Even if I die again this time, it must be after completing the mission, haha, it's pretty good."

After hearing these words, the person in his arms suddenly grabbed his waist tightly with his backhand, as if his bones were about to be crushed!

Kisuke Urahara's face was gloomy, his deep and dark eyes were fixed on the person in front of him, looking at those familiar pupils, he slightly raised the corners of his lips, showing a sly smile.

"Yishou, you underestimate my technology research and development. You don't need to go all out, and you don't need to fight with the enemy, as long as you have the opportunity to get close there."

He put his hands around Yishou's body, feeling the warmth from each other's bodies, and his nervous heart gradually relaxed.

That's good, the body is hot.

I don't want to recall that desperate night anymore. The boy's body was cold, his eyes were swollen, and there was no trace of life in his body.

When Isshou's body was lying in front of him like this, for a moment, he even thought it was just an illusion, just like the illusion that could deceive everyone's eyes, it was all an illusion.

However, after calming down, he realized that all this was not an illusion.

Yishou is really dead, the fatal wound is on the left chest, the amazing blood hole is still flowing blood, the flow rate is getting slower and slower, as if the blood in the body has already slowly solidified, just like a corpse, completely losing its vitality .

Kisuke Urahara originally thought that Ichigo would lose his mind and rush out like a madman to seek revenge from Ulquiorra, the ten blades.

However, he didn't expect that the other party could find Inoue, who has the healing ability, in the first place and ask the other party to help Yishou heal the wound.

After seeing the flash of complicated emotions in Inoue's eyes, he finally understood why Yishou, who had always been low-key and cautious, suddenly erupted, and how he was killed by a single blow by Ulquiorra.

Yishou is very patient in everything, usually there is nothing that can make him really angry. If he is facing a girl, then Yishou's "gentlemanly demeanor" will force him to endure it again and again.

But what to do when it's unbearable?

What should I do when I can't tolerate a girl after all, and completely deny my strength, character, and even character?

If you can't bear it, you don't need to bear it anymore.

Therefore, Yishou broke out, and he showed his true strength.

At the moment when the familiar yet powerful spiritual pressure mixed with strange energy quickly gathered and stirred the spiritual particles in the air like lightning, he couldn't help but want to proudly applaud this young man——

Unknowingly, Yishou's strength has improved so fast.

Thinking back to the very beginning, when that frail young man asked for special training and expressed his willingness to pay all the price, although he had a childish smile on his face, his eyes were extremely firm.

At that time, I just thought this kid was interesting.

Then slowly, I was embarrassed by this boy time and time again, but I was deeply moved by the other party's seemingly stupid and stubborn behavior time and time again.

No one is strong from the beginning, talent, hard work, ingenuity, these are what a truly strong person must possess.

Although Isshou has powerful spiritual power, he is not as "intelligent" as Ichigo.

The wisdom mentioned here does not refer to any aspect of being a human being, but refers to constantly tapping one's own potential during the battle and improving one's own strength through actual combat.

If Ichigo is an extremely powerful fighter who is good at one-on-one fighting; then Ichigo is more inclined to mages, likes to group mobs from a distance, and is responsible for cleaning up the battlefield.

Obviously, Yishou's natural endowment is not as perfect as he imagined, and his comprehension ability is not particularly brilliant.The only thing worthy of praise is the perception that can lock the target Reiatsu to identify the specific position of the opponent.

Unfortunately, this ability must be matched with absolute alertness and insight.Because if you don't have that kind of strength, even if you lock the target, you can only be killed instantly.

Because the enemy's speed is much faster than yours, if you can't strike out and kill your opponent the moment you lock on to the target, the consequences will be absolutely unimaginable.

Yishou is based on this half-baked foundation, starting from the most basic training, physical training, strength training, reaction training...

He completed every training very seriously and actively.

Basically, as long as he said something, he would nod in agreement.

Sometimes he even thinks, why does Yishou trust him so much?

"Hey store manager, if you continue to strangle me like this, I will die before I finish my job..."