[Comprehensive] It's not that there is a problem with the way I make friends

"National Junior High School Kendo Competition, Kuzamachi Junior High VS Imperial Junior High."

"Line up and salute!"

The referee gave an order and the game officially began.

As a sports competition, the kendo competition is actually quite boring for Tsukimi.Even if Aizen has pointed it out, the abilities of students and humans are doomed to be limited.

Even if Yue Jian's patience is very good in the ten years of intensive study, he will inevitably desert.

For example, the boy with short orange hair sitting opposite him was forcibly pulled here just like him.Holding the helmet in both hands, impatience was written all over his face.

Staring at the performance on the court is not concerned about the outcome, but hopes that the game will end sooner.

The boy was born with a fierce face. Compared with the middle school students, his figure was much taller, which put a lot of pressure on the opponents on the court.

The referee looked even more vigilant, probably worried that the boy would do something against the rules.

God knows, Kurosaki Ichigo is really a good boy with a wicked face and a kind face.The kind that will buy flowers for the souls who have not had time to be buried and are stranded in the world.

Although such offerings do not have much meaning, there is no doubt that the intentions in them are very precious.

The elbow of his right hand rests on his leg, and his head rests on his hand. The boy with bright hair can't wait to write the word boring on his face.

He was really bored, because he had to spend time being trained in the rules of the kendo competition because of favors, so he was pulled into the field temporarily.

It's only the first match now, and I don't know how long it will be until he is regarded as a general.

Cursing his lips, Kurosaki Ichigo suppressed his helplessness, he was not so solemn and polite, but he still sat in the same place peacefully.After watching the game that was not attractive to him, the boy withdrew his eyes and looked straight ahead, and met the smiling eyes of the opposite party unexpectedly.

He froze for a moment, he was used to all kinds of prejudice brought about by his fierce face, this kind of kindness from a stranger was really... the first time in several years.

The boy in front of him had a completely different style of painting from his own, even from the entire kendo competition.

If it wasn't very clear, this match was a men's team match, and he almost suspected that the opponent was a girl.

But even as a teenager, it was elegant and beautiful.

It's hard to imagine what it would be like for the person in front of him to pick up a bamboo knife.Especially when he was still fighting against the opponent, just thinking about Kurosaki Ichigo felt like he was full of entanglement.

Although it is said that people should not be judged by their appearance, Kurosaki Ichigo thinks it is quite difficult to really ignore his face.

If someone could really watch... Kurosaki Ichigo's eyes fell on the name tag next to him... Well, looking at Hashizuki's face and being able to strike, it must not be him.

Well, it's the first time he knows that he has a bit of face control after growing up so big.

Yuejian looked at the slightly flushed face of the boy opposite with great interest, and the lips curled up deeper.

Next to the general, Yao Yan, who was kneeling upright, saw him, approached slightly, and lowered his voice.

"general?"

It's not that he is too sensitive, but as Fu Sangshen, he can clearly feel that there are several powerful spiritual forces in the body of the boy opposite.

This ability has not been developed, but the potential is very likely not under his own master.

And in this respect, there is only His Excellency Aizen who can compare with his own lord.

It's just that His Excellency Aizen has lived longer, so his strength is stronger, and he is still trying to increase his spiritual power.However, his own lord is limited by the human body, so he has to radiate most of his spiritual power.

And the boy in front of him is obviously different from his master, someone used some method to seal his ability.I don't know whether it is a complete seal, or it will be untied when the time comes.

No matter which one it is, Yaoyan feels that the person in front of him represents trouble.

"Don't you feel that the breath on the child opposite is a bit strange?"

Even though he was speaking questioning words, Yue Jian's brows were still stretched, as if he was only speaking something irrelevant.

Sometimes, Yaoyan occasionally feels that if his lord really wants to lie, no one in the family will be able to tell the difference.

Well, the Sanriyue Palace doesn't count.

As for His Excellency Qin Jiu, he didn't know much about it. He only knew that his general had said that no matter how many times he lied, he never succeeded.

While Yao Yan couldn't help the wild thoughts, he carefully observed the boy with the orange head on the opposite side.

During this period of time, the feeling of his own general has gradually become more acute than that of Fu Sangshen. According to His Excellency Ghost Lantern, this is also a possible change.

After all, the copper plate worn around Yuejian's neck all this time came from Bai Ze, the flower-growing mythical beast.

In addition to representing auspiciousness, Bai Ze also knows everything.

Suddenly remembering what His Excellency Ghost Lantern said before, Yao Yan frowned because he concealed things about Lord Qin Jiu.

General, does he really not know?

Or, it is precisely because I know that I am so worried.

"Pharmaceutical research?"

Tsukimi, who didn't get an answer, turned his head strangely to look at the boy-like dagger Fusangshin beside him.

"I can only see that his potential is very strong, and it is very likely that he is not inferior to you."

Yao Yan lowered his eyes, not letting the boy across from him notice his entanglement, felt it carefully, and then frowned.

After really feeling it, he discovered that even though it was sealed, the power that still showed a sense of existence made his perception return in vain.

"What do you think?"

Tsukimi also lowered her head, moved her fingers in her sleeves a few times quietly, and released a one-way sound-proof barrier.

"He sat across from me, and for a moment, I didn't think he was alive."

However, looking carefully, both the feedback from the naked eye and the perception of spiritual power told him that this young man was a living human being.

This feeling is very contradictory, and it successfully confused Yue Jian who had just changed for a long time.

Simply put, four words can sum it up.

Inhuman.

Yue Jian believes in his own feelings, especially after he clearly heard someone else's voice last time, but blamed it on illusion, and now something really happened out of his control.

However, he couldn't figure out what was going on with this feeling of being both a human being and a god of death.

Could it be that the god of death came and gave birth to a child with humans?

However, such a thing should be impossible, right?After all, the god of death is also the dead, and the living?

Yuejian didn't know that he guessed the truth all at once, or it was because he believed too much in the hell under the ghost lamp, so he didn't figure it out for a while.In the same world, the world of corpses and souls is different from hell.

The world of souls is rotten.

The King Ling did do one thing right back then, otherwise he would not have succeeded.

But whether it's because he failed too much in life, or for some other reason, in short, the things that should be perfected in the future were not perfected, and he was turned into what he is now.

The ghost lamp said that the current ghost world is an unfinished project.

The very giant kind.

It has been more than 2000 years, and the power left by the original Spirit King is almost reaching its limit.If this goes on like this, something will happen sooner or later.

Compared with the huge workload that would be caused by the collapse of the soul world, letting Aizen, the only person who has the ability to clean up the mess, inherit the throne of the soul king is a trivial matter

After the game, Yuejian smiled and nodded at the vicious-looking boy who was actually kind-hearted, and then followed the team and left.

Even Yuejian never thought that he and this boy still had a chance.

And it is standing on the opposite side.

Yaoken, who successfully won the crucial third round, did not take a bath like other temporary teammates, but directly changed into a kendo uniform. This little amount of exercise, which is not even a tenth of his usual hands and hands, will not make him sweat .

"Ghost Lantern and Aizen are here, and Hasebe is entertaining them."

Yuejian looked at the message sent by Sankaiyue, and put away the phone.

"Did they use my house as a secret exchange base?"

To be honest, the frequency and density with which Brother Yizhen installs monitors at home is really not considered safe.

"Maybe, in the eyes of the other two gentlemen, His Excellency Gin is not a relevant person?"

Moreover, enchantment is also a very cheap thing if they want to.It's like what Yue Jian and Yaken often do when they talk about something.

"Non-relevant people? I don't think so."

As long as it is related to him, I am afraid that in Brother Zhen's eyes, there is no such word as irrelevant.

This is not arrogance, it's just an understanding based on living together for more than ten years.

After half an hour.

"It's almost Chinese New Year, why don't you come to my place for tea?"

After returning to Zhaoqiao House, Yue Jian, who walked straight into the back garden, looked at the two sitting on the side of the tea table under the tree, raised her eyebrows and smiled.

"I just remember that you're all very busy people."

One is basically in charge of the whole hell behind the scenes, and the other is busy making troubles and preparing for more grand troubles.

"There is still some spare time."

Aizen was the first to speak, and he waved to the boy with a smile. After he sat down, he poured hot tea very smoothly.

Winter, outdoors, in the woods.

The weather is fine today, except that the temperature is too low and there is no cold wind howling, but it still can't freeze the steaming teapot in Aizen's hand.

"Your Excellency Ghost Lantern has brought some key information, I thought you might be willing to listen to it."

"Two sets of solutions, one for you and one for you."

Ghost Lantern, who swallowed a piece of baked rice cake, was unmoved, and took another sip of tea.

The implication is obvious, he didn't make this trip just for Aizen.

He has brown hair and brown eyes, wears black glasses, and is wearing a white jacket of the captain of the [-]th division of Jinglingting, and blue dyed with haori lining in snow, but he smiles silently.

As for the ghost lamp, it is seriously considering whether to make a little flexibility in the rule that officials of the underworld are not allowed to carry weapons when they go out.

There's never been a moment like this when he misses his mace.