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

"Oh, light, light! It hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts!!!"

Like a dead fish, Kisuke Urahara was held in the pre-established barrier by Urahara Kisuke, and the special skeleton of Hirako was taken off her body. Even though a vast basement was separated, the screams of Mako Hirako still went straight to the sky.

The degree of misery makes people cry when they see it.

"Take it easy, Hirako-san, the more you resist, the slower the stripping will be!"

Urahara Kisuke, who came here every day, was also sweating profusely. This special prosthetic skeleton cannot be used for a long time, and must be removed every day for repairs, and it also gives the spirit body wearing the prosthetic skeleton time to adjust.Otherwise, the destruction of the body would be a trivial matter, and Mako Hirako's spiritual body would also be affected.

"What you said is easy, try it!"

Mako Hirako, who was dragged by both legs and stepped on her buttocks, was pawing and pulling the ground like a poor girl who was about to be stuffed with sauce. She turned her head and stared at Kisuke Urahara as if she was looking at some perverted uncle.

If one ignores the finger marks he scratched on the ground as hard as yellow granite with his fingers alone, his handsome face and the physiological tears that are now bursting because of the pain are really so impressive. Have a lovely taste.

"Tell me, how long can Mako last this time?"

In addition to Mako Hirako who was being ravaged and ravaged, the former captain of the Soul Society and now the four men in the Masked Legion happened to gather around a table of mahjong, and they played in full swing.

And Lisa had to read erotica sooner or later, and the unshakable strange woman surrounded Urahara and Heiko with a video camera, switching from various angles, and filming the process of the two people's "confrontation".

"Lisa!"

Jiu Nanbai, the youngest, pointed out with a simple and calm face, "I have a nosebleed!"

"oh oh!"

With the other hand, she took out a handkerchief and pressed her nose. Lisa stared at the scene in front of her with burning eyes, not wanting to waste a second.

"Mako, come, look at the camera... the voice is a little more graceful."

"..."

"..."

"We're not shooting some small movie, stop it, hey!"

"Miss Lisa, haven't you already filmed a lot?"

One was being tortured physically, and the other had been tortured mentally by this terrible woman more than once, and bowed his head to this innocent-looking big guy with two braids.

If you don't accept it, there is an even more terrifying woman, Sifengyuan Yeyi, behind the other party.

"There is never too little material... Oh oh oh, good pose!"

After tossing and tossing, the two of them who finally got Yiku off were all sweating, as if they had lost half their lives.On the other hand, the woman in a sailor suit who was holding a camcorder boldly smeared a nosebleed, and gave the two thumbs up with a blushing face.

"Mako, Urahara-san, well done!"

"I don't want such a compliment, thank you!" X2

After the commotion, several people fell silent, and the atmosphere was quickly occupied by silence.

Urahara Kisuke's eyes, which had been hidden under the hat all the year round, flickered slightly, and he took out the small fan in his sleeve and waved it.

"Ah, you didn't inform Miss Hiyori because you knew there would be a scene like this, so Hirako-san was worried that Miss Hiyori would be jealous hahahaha!"

In order to liven up the atmosphere, he also went all out to blackmail himself.

In fact, for the past hundred years, Aizen has been hanging over their heads like a huge shadow. If there is no laughter at all, even he finds it too difficult to persevere.

I'm afraid that none of those present can let go of that night a hundred years ago.

"What idiots are you talking about, Kisuke. Who would like that irascible old loli!"

Mako Hirako, with a bitter face, bared her big white teeth, rolled her dead fish eyes, followed the other person's words, and drove through the deadly still air.

"Oh, it's recorded."

Lisa, who was also expressionless, also tacitly raised the camcorder in her hand.

You did this on purpose, right?

Twitching the corner of her mouth, Mako Hirako lay down on the ground paralyzed: "You know that guy Hiyori's temper, if she finds out about something and kills him directly at his house, it will be really troublesome."

Therefore, everyone present knew of Hirako's actions, and the only one who concealed it was Hiyori alone.

It's not difficult at all. Usually, the Masked Legion is scattered in different places, and they are engaged in different occupations. They only get together when they have something to do. It's easy to hide from the irascible loli who is already rough.

"That guy Aizen went to a middle school to be a teacher for a whole year under our nose disciple!"

Mako Hirako stared coldly, and raised the corners of her lips ironically, "Calligraphy teacher, and concurrently as the instructor and supervisor of the Kendo Department, no one in the upper and lower classes said anything bad. He is really suitable for this job, isn't he?"

Although Urahara Kisuke was permanently exiled, but with Yoichi Sifengin around, they didn't completely lose contact with Soul Society.Occasionally, when Mako Hirako came to Urahara's store to have a checkup on his body—it sounded a bit like a regular physical examination, but in fact it was nothing more than that—Urahara would take the initiative to tell him some news.

Most of the time it is blue dye, and it is rarely about the soul world.

Ever since they escaped to the present world that night and were chased and killed by the god of death in the soul world, they decided not to pay attention to the people and things in that place.

It was tacit.

The only one who still has something to worry about is probably Lisa.She was involved innocently, and Jingle Chunshui, an old fox, always protects his subordinates very well.

However, that's about it.

Therefore, Hirako Mako knew that at least on the bright side, Aizen had been moving in the past hundred years.After he made such a mockery, the others didn't show any surprise.

It seems that you know everything you need to know.

"That child, see Zhaoqiao Yue, how much do you know?"

Hirako Mako lay on her back, raised her right arm to cover her eyes, and couldn't help recalling everything he saw and felt at Teiko Academy in her mind.

"Well, didn't Hirako-san become his classmate? In terms of understanding, there should be no one here who knows better than you who can get close to him."

Kisuke Urahara laughed, but instead of answering directly, he asked about Hirako.

"Don't make me sound like a stalker, really."

He took off the arm that covered his eyes, and the blue color of the artificial sky in the basement was imprinted on his eyes unobstructed.

Not as good-looking as that child's eyes, he thought suddenly.

"His swordsmanship is exactly the same as Aizen's. It's not the kind of swordsmanship that children in this world use to exercise, in the form of sports competitions, but the swordsmanship that can really kill people."

For a person who became the captain of the soul world, he didn't need to take a second look to distinguish these things.

"It's definitely the swordsmanship taught by Aizen personally."

Even in the current soul world, Gin Ichimaru who is in league with him, Momo Hinamori who has been taken care of on the bright side, and the recognized new talent Toshirō Hitsugaya probably have not received such treatment!

"The child's spiritual power is indeed very beautiful, and it has surpassed the general captain level... How did he survive until now?"

"Well, it's because of this or that. I thought I wouldn't live to be three years old. Anyway, I'm living a very good life now, hahahaha!"

"Stop laughing, Kisuke. I'm not interested in why the child survived. I just want to know what that guy Aizen is going to do with that child."

Hirako turned his head, lying on the ground at such an angle that he couldn't see the eyes of the guy opposite him under the brim of his hat.

"Is it another new experiment, or some living sacrifice?"

If it's really a test product, I'm afraid you don't need to be so concerned, right?

Waving his fan to cover the lower half of his face, Kisuke Urahara silently swallowed these words while everyone looked at him.

"Maybe he's just bored, it's not impossible."

"……Do not make jokes."

People like Aizen may do things that are of no use out of curiosity, but they will never do things without purpose.

Whether it is good or bad, try to control everything in your hands, that is Aizen.

As a former captain, Hirako Makoto's views on Aizen are profound, even thought-provoking.

It's a pity that those people in the soul world couldn't hear it.

And the one who also has a certain understanding of Aizen is Ichimaru Gin, the kid who has been following him since he entered Jinglingting.

He is also a member of the known Aizen faction who showed up that night a hundred years ago.

"Oh, is this shallow, it's a bit long!"

Ichimaru Gin leaned against the corner of the captain's room of the fifth division, letting the darkness shroud him in the shadows—it was an abnormal thing for the captain of the third division who did not agree with the fifth division to appear here.

He squinted his eyes, and under his unchanging smile, his voice outlined sticky malice.

"It's as long as the Mikazuki Munekin used by Tsukimi-kun!"

After admiring Asada under the moonlight for a while while holding the specially made tachi, Aizen was noncommittal.

"Are you thinking of something bad, Silver?"

"how is this possible."

The young man with short silver hair shook his wide sleeves and spread his hands.

"Captain Aizan will be angry, won't he?"

Putting the knife back into the sheath, even if the forging man was hypnotized with the mirror, the water and the moon, the specially crafted shallow sword, just looking at the style, is actually only a little longer than the shallow sword, very simple.

"Are you angry, I don't know, maybe you can try?"

Aizen proposed this very seriously, but the smile that was no different from before made Ichimaru Gin's back a layer of cold sweat, but his heart was filled with a layer of real joy.

If, Captain Aizen, you directly answer that you are not angry, then it is doubtful. The so-called Aizen Tsukimi is actually worthless.

However, you did not answer positively!

The more this is the case, the more you care, Captain Aizen.

The real weakness is exposed!