hello, my name is kyoka shuiyue

everyone is the same

No one remembers what date they were born

Only believe the day that someone you trust tells you

The question is not true

Just the matter of [knowing what date my birthday is]

I feel happy enough.

Xiaojie is arrogant.

Because the first thing he did when he got out of the circle of fire was not to trouble old man Yamamoto, but to cut off the ten blades that were still in battle.

"I didn't expect that so many people added up to be worse than me alone."

Xiao Jie, although this is your nature, I still want to say: crossing the river and tearing down the bridge is wrong.

I quickly dodged to stand in front of Xiaojie.

The knife in his hand swung down without hesitation.

Blood splashed in front of his eyes.

Watching Harribel fall from the sky coldly...

black line.

Depressed, I looked sideways at the man who held me tightly in his arms, causing my handsome movements to die halfway.

As a result, Xiaojie ignored me completely.

"At your level,

I forbid you

to me again

Blades facing each other. "

After Xiaojie finished speaking, he looked back at me.

"Jingyue, your knife doesn't need to be stained with dirty blood."

I am silent.

He looked at the knife in his hand.

Nodding in understanding.

"So you let the blood stain me directly?"

Xiaojie's body stiffened.

"Sorry, I didn't notice."

am i an idiot?

Before Xiaojie lies, please make a draft and verify its credibility by yourself. Thank you.

"Jingyue, stand aside and watch carefully, this is a battle that doesn't require your hand."

I looked at him, and then at Captain Hitsugaya who had a look of resentment and disbelief.

Ok.

It seems that Xiaojie's intermittent teacher-speaking syndrome has relapsed.

Oh, that's one of the symptoms he left behind when he was in the soul world.

"I never said a single

Let my subordinates believe my words

I did say I wanted them to follow me,

But not asking them to believe me and follow me,

I did say it before,

Don't trust anyone, including me of course

But sadly, there are not many strong people who can truly implement this concept.

All living things believe in someone superior to themselves

As a result,

In order to escape this heavy pressure, the trusted person will seek a higher existence,

And the higher beings will yearn for a higher level and trustworthy powerhouse,

Thus are all kings born,

In this way, all gods were born. "

Look, look, it really happened.

I'd better be obedient and watch the fun with Fox Ichimaru.

Xiaojie is the god of death.

He said he was looking for companions when looking for the ten blades in the void circle.

But he had never seen them this way.

Hey~ Harribel is the No.30 blade.

And it is the best No.30 blade so far after repeated screening.

However, he said that Harribel, who is the No.30 blade, has "this kind of strength".

Uh, from this point of view, there should be very few Reapers present who are qualified to swing a knife at Xiaojie.

but……

Now this situation...

Could it be the legendary group P? !

(Ahem, Jingyue’s understanding, group P—group PK)

But I still can't figure it out...

Why can't all of them, who are also the captain, add up to be Xiaojie's opponent?

So far, Xiaojie hasn't even cut a single hair.

As a result, those captains lost their limbs and could only be physically disabled.

"Yinzi, when do you think this unilateral gopher-whacking activity will end?"

Helpless and bored, he chatted with Fox Ichimaru who was standing by and watched the excitement.

"By the way, weren't these captains very awesome at the beginning? Why did they act like Mao hadn't graduated when facing Xiaojie~~~"

"Yeah, is that so? Why is that~"

He looked at him blackly.

Fox, are you twitching again?

What a disgusting way of speaking.

Oh yeah, it's not...

Has Mako Hirako, who admired Xiaojie back then and aimed to be inseparable with Xiaojie, cut off her hair to show her determination to come to a thorough pursuit?

Take a look, I pulled Xiaojie over so quickly to start a long-lost reminiscence.

I said sister Pingzi.

Is your Zanpakuto a toy?

Turning around and starting to understand?

Ah, Xiaojie is hurt! ! !

"No~ Xiaojingyue~ Captain Aizen asked you to watch from the side~"

"Let go of me, Ichimaru Gin!"

I turned my head to look at the arm held by him, and then at his smiling face.

"Even if you stop me again, you won't forgive me."

Coldly shake off his hand.

asshole!

When this lady was practicing swastika with him, she was not willing to let Xiaojie shed a drop of blood!

He actually...

How dare he!

My mind went blank.

All he could see in his eyes was the blood splattered from Xiaojie's body.

Shockingly red.

He is my master.

Also the man I like.

I won't feel bad if I bully myself at will.

But that doesn't mean I can tolerate him being hurt.

Hirako Mako.

I want--

Kill you! ! !

Suddenly he was embraced in his arms.

Familiar feeling.

Familiar taste.

The mind slowly clears up and settles down.

Hands gripped his chest tightly.

"Xiaojie—"

"Jingyue, I'm fine."

He stroked my hair gently.

As he often does.

"Xiaojie, I want to help you."

I know you can block them all.

I know you can look down upon the world.

But I still want to be with you.

Is it because I often don't go back into the knife.

so you forget about me...

Is that actually your real Zanpakutō fact?

"Xiaojie, you said it - you said you would be with me forever."

So don't say no.

"it is good."

Did not look up to see his expression.

In fact, there are two ways to let Xiaojie use the mirror.

One is explained by himself.

The other is to do it for me.

I was very happy when I first discovered this method~

Reach out and hold Xiaojie's.

Feeling the Reiatsu of the two being completely in sync.

Then she looked up and smiled at him.

"Xiao Jie, if you dare to get hurt again, I will kill everyone here~"

Xiaojie laughed softly, "Jingyue, you may be the only one who would threaten the life of the enemy."

"MA, it doesn't matter what you do. As long as you can achieve your goal."

I looked sideways at the captains who had a serious expression on their faces.

He blinked innocently, "Ah, everyone in Soul Soul Realm is really a good person, they didn't sneak up on us while we were talking!"

Ok?

He looked at the corners of their twitching mouths in puzzlement.

Looked around again.

"Huh? Xiaojie, where is that Mako Hirako who never forgets you?"

It's strange, didn't you still discuss tactics and exchange feelings with Xiaojie before?

"Stop pretending, you bald man! Didn't you almost kill Mako that bald man?"

The freckled little girl growled.

I was afraid and hid in Xiaojie's arms.

With tears in his eyes, he looked at Xiaojie for comfort.

"Xiao Jie, they framed good people—"

Xiaojie calmly patted my head, and then glanced at everyone who seemed to be very angry.

"Jingyue, it's not your fault. For ants, it's understandable to accidentally step on them because they didn't grasp the strength well."

Kosuke——

I nodded excitedly.

"Bastard!!! Aizen—I'm going to kill you!!!"

The little yellow-haired ghost rushed up screaming.

I step aside.

"Oh, isn't Xiao Jingyue going to fight side by side with Captain Aizen~ It's wrong to run away~"

He glanced at the fox contemptuously.

"She's a lady, so don't do that kind of rude thing... Fighting side by side is just to show your heart to Xiaojie. You won't really use your low IQ head to think that I am really Will you help me?"

Contempt contempt, serious contempt.

"Yeah, if you really say that..." Ichimaru Fox tilted his head and nodded his cheeks with a smile, "Maybe everyone present except Captain Aizen has a low IQ~"

Ok?

What do you mean?

Inexplicably, he glanced at the fox.

Uh... hurts the eyes.

Let's look back at Xiaojie.

"Can this level of provocation get you recruited? It's an honor."

Xiaojie, please don't do anything too violent when you are smiling.

Watching the little yellow-haired ghost test gravity with sympathetic eyes.

Wow, who said Mako Hirako was about to be killed by so-and-so?

Is it a ghost who is jumping up and down to catch the yellow-haired kid and glaring at Xiaojie with the resentment of his dead wife?

Cut, deceive people's pure feelings~~~