yo little strawberry

The air is mixed with a faint fragrance of flowers, blowing with the breeze, refreshing.Looking up at the sky, the blue color gives people a kind of infinite reverie, which makes people want to open their arms and embrace this vast and boundless sky.

Yishou stood on the top of the tall building, closed his eyes and kept taking deep breaths, as if he wanted to inhale all the freshness around him into his lungs, and keep it in his heart forever.

Standing behind him was an orange-haired boy who almost resembled him in appearance.

The young man frowned tightly, and his eyes were full of entangled contradictions and sorrows that could not be erased.

"Yi Shou, why, why did you do this?" He took a step forward, his voice was very low, "Why didn't you discuss with me in advance? Why did you make this kind of decision? Yi Shou, didn't you say that you believed Mine, you believe that I can win this battle, so why..."

Ichigo paused for a moment, and after seeing that the other party didn't make any reaction, he finally couldn't help but stepped forward and grabbed the other party's shoulders, his eyes were deep and complicated.

"Izuku, is that Kisuke Urahara..."

"No, I suggested this to the store manager. Of course, he agreed later, because it is indeed a very good idea." Isshou pressed Ichigo's hand soothingly, with a soft voice, "Brother, You don't understand what I'm worried about. Of course I know the protagonist will win, but there must be sacrifices in the course of this battle."

Yishou scratched his head habitually with the other hand, and touched his left chest with some palpitations, with a faint smile on his face, but a little helplessness on his lips.

"I've already died once, big brother. When I realized that my life was rapidly draining away, I realized that a person's strength is really so small—too small to even save myself. However, sometimes a person Human strength can be so tough—brother, you have proved this with your own strength every time."

He looked up at Ichigo's worried pupils, and licked his dry lips with difficulty.

"At that time, I was thinking, hey, sure enough, the protagonist is not the protagonist, I am still like an ordinary person, even though this world is so unbelievable, even if the cheating device has been activated, I am still like this... That is to say, in the face of absolute strength, I am still like a poor ant, waiting to be trampled to death or smashed to pieces."

Kazuju sighed, turned around suddenly and continued to look up at the sky, and opened his arms in a hug.

"So, that's when I suddenly figured it out. Brother, do you still remember that I used to tell you that I want to fight side by side with you?" He looked back at Ichigo, a little naughty He blinked his eyes as if, "Well, I haven't changed my mind now, but, I think I probably chose the wrong way at the beginning."

Kurosaki Ichigo, such a man doesn't need the "help" of a passer-through guy like him. On the battlefield, oh, the whole battlefield belongs to the protagonist Ichigo.

So what can he do?As a foreign traveler, what can he do?Perhaps, all he can do now is to dispel the haze gathered over the battlefield, pave the special bricks and stones for the battlefield, and clean up the little guys who get in the way, so that in the future, his big brother can happily kill the enemy and fight.

Isn't that what he did the moment the drama started?

The protagonist who absolutely does not steal the limelight from Ichigo, has been busy everywhere just because the original anime character on the screen has become his own twin brother for a reason that cannot be explained to the people around him——

Facing his relatives, he thought that he really couldn't be a bystander like watching a show, and then quietly wait for everything to end and the world to return to peace.

However, it turns out that there are some things that he can't achieve with his hard work. When Ulquiola's finger was inserted into his chest, and the blood spattered, he felt that his previous efforts and sacrifices seemed to be in front of the "powerful". That's ridiculous, stupid.

Now that he is "living" again, his thinking is different from before "death".

In terms of combat effectiveness, his strength is really...

However, as a traverser, what he possesses is definitely not possessed by the enemy, such as "precognition", for example, he has a relatively objective "understanding" of key figures in this world. Although these may not be particularly accurate, there is no doubt These "theories" were all researched by the Textual Research Party according to the setting of 98.

Who said that war must rely on "force"?

Yes, he admits that he is really not good enough in this respect, but if it is about playing tricks and tricks, he feels that he has enough confidence to bring this group of coaxing characters back to life, 囧囧god.

So, he came up with a strategy, a dangerous move that could greatly increase their chances of winning and minimize the sacrifice rate to a certain extent——

The reason why it is said to be dangerous is because the creator Urahara Kisuke, an absolute genius among the gods of death, cannot be 100% sure whether this wonderful little thing has certain damage to the parasitic body.

Urahara Kisuke once told him that once this thing is put in the body, it cannot be taken out before the task is completed, even if it mutates in the body, or rots or explodes, it cannot be taken out.

"When it enters your body, you will have no way out. No matter what will happen later, you will no longer have the right to choose, even death, you will not be able to choose—before the task is completed."

Yishou didn't want to say something like "Even without me, the big brother will definitely win, I don't need to do anything else", he couldn't imagine a responsible man who truly treats the protagonist as his family, and would use something like this Comfort yourself with words, cover your eyes, and cover your ears to live your life.

he does not want.Weakness is not a reason to accept everything calmly, it is not a reason to hide safely and wait for others to fight and kill, and live a happy life by yourself.

Weak, then become strong;

If you are still weak after working hard, then keep working hard.

Just like him now, he failed and died, but now he is alive, and he continues to work hard in another way.

He didn't want to let himself think about such depressing words like "if you fail, will you die again, will you really 'die'".

dead, so what?

If he can really succeed this time, then it doesn’t matter if he dies—it’s not that he has seen through life and death, it’s just that at such a critical moment, a person who has “died” once will always think differently from others of.

What he thinks now is not whether he will die, but whether he will succeed in the end, whether it will really end all this.

...I always feel that this is the first such "noble" thought that he has come up with after living in this different world for so long.

"Brother, let's work hard together, as long as this is over, we will..."

Isshou, who had been silent for a long time, slowly turned around, stretched out his arms and hugged Ichigo, buried his face in the other's warm neck, and said in a low voice: "...will never be separated."

Ichigo was stunned, subconsciously surrounded Ishou, the uneasiness in his heart was getting bigger and bigger, his voice was hoarse and dry.

"Yishou, tell me what that guy put in your body? Your injuries, and you..." He looked down at Yishou who was resting his mind with his eyes closed. An Enron calm replaced.

Ichigo patted Isshou's head lightly, and opened his mouth. There were too many things to say in his heart, and too many questions, but when the words came to his mouth, he still couldn't say them in the end. come out.

Looking at the pale but smiling Isshou, he couldn't help but think back to that night ten days ago——

Facing the man who looked calm on the outside but whose eyes were bloodshot with excitement and anger, and heard the sharp questioning and accusation from the other party, he was unable to refute, he was so blocked that he couldn't say a word!

"Kurosaki Ichigo, you actually don't know Ishou at all. Well, I have to admit about this, I don't really know him very well, but at least I know him better than you, at least I know how much he cares about you, for He really paid a lot for the upcoming battle..."

"Actually, he really doesn't need to be so active. Yes, for this battle, he actually doesn't need to be so active at all. If he can, he can save his life and wait quietly for everything to end."

"It's because of you, Ichigo, because things have developed to this point, and all the key points are pointed at you, so you have to fight, and you have to put yourself in this battle. So, Isshou fought hard, he really I tried my best, but..."

"I don't know what it's like to be protected since I was a child, and I don't know if Isshou likes to be protected by his big brother all the time, and endures the criticism from the people around him. But I know this time, Isshou Shou will definitely not want to hide behind you like a good brother like before, waiting for you to solve everything before showing up."

"Before he proposed this idea to me, I actually started to try it a long time ago, but unfortunately, I haven't been able to find a suitable parasitic body—ah, this little thing has very high requirements. I can't see it."

"Ichigo, don't need to say anything, and don't try to dissuade Ishou--I have persuaded him before that, no matter what method he uses, he insists on doing so. Then I think, since he is so persistent, even take Out of my masculine dignity, I think I really have to keep silent."

"Let your Shudou's brain come back to life, Kurosaki-kun, and think about the reason why Isshou would risk his life to try it. Please don't let me down, don't let Isshou down, please. "

Ichigo held the back of Kazushou's head, pressed it hard to his chest, bit his lips unconsciously, and transformed all the thousands of words mixed with various complex emotions in his heart into determination and motivation.

Taking a deep breath, he clenched his fists secretly.

"One life, I will not lose, absolutely!"

+ + + + +

According to the development of the plot, Grimmjow, who lost an arm, restrained Kurosaki Ichigo's actions. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ulquiorra blocked Inoue Orihime's way——

"It's time for you to answer me, woman."

Ulquiorra stared coldly at Inoue in front of him, his voice was steady without any ups and downs, "What is your choice, give up resistance and follow me, or want to see me kill your friend with your own eyes." He paused, When he saw the other party's embarrassed and tangled expression, he suddenly added something in a low voice.

"However, after that night, I don't think I'd be too surprised if you chose the latter." His green, hollow eyes seemed to be able to see through other people's inner thoughts, and he stared at him without blinking. Inoue's face.

"A person who doesn't even have the concept of 'companion' or even a 'camp' is stupid, ugly, and ridiculous."

That night, Ulquiola suddenly killed Kurosaki Kazushou. His real purpose was not only to stop the strange "virtualization" of this acting god of death, but also to test Inoue Orihime's "perfect" space. Healing power.

But what surprised Ulquiola was that the woman in front of him didn't immediately heal his "companion", at least that's what he thought before that night.

She watched Kazushou Kurosaki's body slowly fall down, and he could even feel the remaining body temperature of the other party on his arm, but the woman in front of him didn't even move.

Although he couldn't see the "special ability" of this woman, at least it solved a hidden danger for Master Aizen.

However, this little thing that should have been "even" did not end there.

Whenever he was free, he would unconsciously recall that night, surrounded by endless darkness, the pale young man with blood dripping from his left chest firmly grabbed his arm, and said with difficulty: "...maybe Some people call me stupid, but if you think about it from my perspective... I really don’t regret it.”

Pressing his left arm with his hand, he seemed to be able to feel the faint spiritual pressure left by the other party in a trance, as well as the hot temperature that could not be removed no matter what.

Inoue Orihime habitually folded her hands on her chest, with a firm and decisive face on her face.

"I will never let Kurosaki-kun suffer any harm, my camp has never changed, don't try to confuse me, I will never be fooled by you!"

Ulquiorra slowly looked away from Inoue Orihime, as if the big tree next to him attracted his attention more than this woman, "Really. Then, what is your choice, woman?"

Inoue took a deep breath, puffed up his chest unconsciously, and was about to speak out his decision out loud when he was interrupted by a familiar voice behind him.

"Xiao Wuwu, it's been a long time since I saw you, why do you still look like a resentful woman?"

Wearing a deadly costume, Kazushou Kurosaki held up the twin ghosts in his hands, raised his head and grinned at the shocked Inoue, "Yo, I'm so sorry, I survived without your help. Well, although the process was a bit unsightly and painful, well, I still survived."

After finishing speaking, Kazuki appeared in front of Ulquiorra in an instant, and lightly held the cold right hand in the other party's astonishment.

At the moment when two completely different temperatures, hot and humid and cold, came into contact with each other, he suddenly raised the corners of his lips, revealing a smile of unknown meaning.

Ten days ago, Ulquiorra easily killed him with this hand.

"Little Wuwu, I gave this back to you, and I will give you a sentence by the way..."

While speaking, the hand that Ulquiorra was holding had been crushed abruptly, making a crisp bone breaking sound.

"X your sister!!"