Kurosaki

On the way Ichigo rushes to rescue Rukia, the grandparents and grandchildren hiding in the underground passage of Jinglingting are staring at each other.

Looking at the pale-haired old man in front of them, Ishida Qingxian and Ishida Uryu couldn't help but burst into tears, "Grandpa..."

In order to avoid the chasing soldiers of the soul world, they had been running all the time, and they didn't have time to reminisce about the past. Only now, they have time to look at each other.

The old man was quite depressed, and he didn't get good care in the soul world, but this is also understandable, after all, he was regarded as an "experimental product". Kind enough?

However, his seemingly turbid eyes still revealed wisdom and calmness, without the slightest resentment or resentment for being treated unfairly.

Looking at the two grandsons whose appearance has changed drastically, he felt very relieved.

The little Yulong who hid behind him back then has grown so big, and there is also the most outstanding genius in the clan... Another grandson of his, Qing Xian, is still alive, and, moreover, has become so outstanding .

His grandsons are promising and can come to save him, so what is there for him to be dissatisfied with?If he could use the stolen second half of his life to watch his children and grandchildren find their own happiness one by one and live happily, he would be satisfied.

The grandparents and grandchildren have no extra words, but all emotions seem to be understood without words.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, the old man frowned and asked: "Qingxian, Yulong, the knife that is beside the old man... has been protecting the old man, I don't know if it is now..."

Qing Xian raised his eyebrows and said: "The sword soul of that sword is my friend's most important companion. Now, he should have been brought by his side."

*********************** "Who? Come out!" Ichigo looked vigilantly in the direction of the boy.

Something was wrong, very wrong, he always felt that he was very familiar with that young man's spiritual pressure, but there was a faint sense of disobedience.

Pursing his lips, Ichigo looked forward with his brows furrowed, and almost blurted out an extremely familiar name.

A young man with kite-blue hair slowly walked out of his hiding place. His fair skin and timeless facial features were as finely crafted as ivory.

At this time, he was greeting him with the warm breath and bright smile that Ichigo was familiar with: "Ichigo, long time no see." As he spoke, he blinked childishly, showing a different side from usual: "Actually , it hasn't been long, but... I miss you."

Rukia looked at the boy who was coming towards him, and asked suspiciously, "Is this someone I know? Ichigo? Ah, I remembered, he is the one from before..." Then, she showed a look of sudden realization .

"Lucky, village, fine, city," Ichigo looked at the person in front of him firmly, but he didn't move half a step, his eyes were full of coldness that couldn't be melted: "Where is he?"

The perfect smile on the young man's face remained unchanged, but seemed to be a little brighter. He stepped forward and gently put his hand on Ichigo's shoulder, perhaps because he carried the familiar aura of that person on his body. The guard didn't stop it.

"What are you talking about? Ichigo, I'm Yukimura Seichi. Didn't we make an agreement before? I'm going to climb up from that underground, become a god of death, and catch up with you."

"It's so similar, you and his aura." Ichigo still looked at the person in front of him coldly, his eyes from head to toe, and he didn't miss a single thing, "If it wasn't for the reason, there is a slight difference between your aura and his aura. I'm afraid that even I can't tell the two of you apart..." At this point, Ichigo's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of ice that never melts: "I'll ask again, who are you?" ? What is the purpose of pretending to be him?"

The figure of the young man in front of him gradually melted away, shrinking into a delicate knife under the surprised eyes of Ichigo and Rukia.

You can faintly feel the powerful sword soul attached to the knife.

Ichigo had a faint guess in his heart, but Rukia still looked like a monk who was puzzled.

'I am Yukimura Seiichi's Zanpakutō, named Mirage, which can transform into anyone the master knows.The master is currently performing a task in this world, and he can't get away for the time being, so he ordered me to come first and tell you all about Kurosaki Ichigo. '

"What's the matter with your expression and Reiatsu that are exactly the same as Yukimura's? Is it also your ability?" Ichigo asked with a frown.

'That's right, apart from appearance, Reiatsu and temperament will also be infinitely imitated. During that time, I almost became that person.However, if the imitated human spiritual pressure is too strong, the time it can sustain will be very short. '

Originally, Ichigo wanted to ask some more questions. He wanted to know the difference between the "Mirage" in front of him and Aizen's "Kyoka Mizuki", but the current situation obviously does not allow it.

When he felt two captain-level Reiatsus approaching, Ichigo knew that they had to retreat first.

'give it to me. '

The sword soul of the knife flickered for a moment, and then it fell to the ground, growing taller until it became the appearance of a petite girl with black hair.

Rukia covered her lips lightly with her hand, and let out an "ah" in surprise. At this time, even she herself was confused, pointing to the girl in front of her and asking, "This...is me?"

The opposite 'Lukia' immediately made the same movement, as if she was a real person, but she said calm analysis words: "Okay, take her away quickly! Leave it to me first. This tower The utensils inside imprison the god of death's Reiatsu, but they are ineffective against our Zanpakuto. When the master arrives, I will find a chance to slip away. This is also the master's intention!"

*********************** At this moment, Yukimura Seiichi was standing on a roof in Karakura Town, staring sharply at a Dai in front of him. Big guy with a white mask.

His hand gently stroked his left chest, expressionless.

Except for Kisuke Urahara and Tetsusai, no one could have imagined the thrilling scene when he transformed from an ordinary puppet to a god of death.

In the original book, Kurosaki Ichigo’s process of becoming the god of death was difficult, but Rukia Kuchiki had lured out the spiritual power of the god of death in his body before. With experience, after completely losing it, he just took this power out Back" That's all.

The moment he climbed up from the hole, Yukimura Seiichi could hardly control the roaring void in his body.

His internal void was born in the process of becoming a god of death, and it was difficult to control from the beginning.

Under normal circumstances, the original host of this body can suppress the internal void with strong willpower, but at that time, Yukimura's entire attention was focused on the two things of "becoming a god of death" and "surviving", and he was powerless at all. Carry out effective suppression of internal emptiness.

Therefore, when he became the god of death, his temperament changed drastically. Although the controller of the body is still himself, his emotions are always disturbed by another soul in the body.

Under such circumstances, he has no way to rush to Soul Soul Realm immediately, so he can only let his Zanpakuto do the job on his behalf, while he himself has to find a way to restrain Xu.

Recently, he has done a lot of various tasks, all of which were found with the help of Urahara Kisuke. With the deepening of his control over power, he became more and more proficient in using abilities. Gradually, he was able to control himself and completely dominate his body It is not like at the beginning, when the internal void will pop up without knowing when, causing the internal condition of the whole body to be messy.

Just, not enough...

Yukimura squeezed his slender fingers tightly, so hard that the fingertips turned white, it wasn't enough...

Looking at the orange long-haired girl who closed the window and drew the curtains in the opposite window, and looked at the ugly giant looking at the girl covetously, Yukimura knew that this was his mission goal this time.

"Orihime Inoue...?"

At this moment, Inoue Orihime, who was huddled in the room and eating those weird dishes she made, looked extraordinarily fragile.

For some reason, from the beginning just now, a strong sense of uneasiness surged in her heart, and this sense of uneasiness became heavier with the arrival of night.

...I always feel that something bad is going to happen.

Orihime Inoue came to her brother's portrait—whenever she was in a bad mood or uneasy, just looking at her brother's smiling face, she would miraculously calm down, and I believe this time will be no exception.

Orihime Inoue took a deep breath, but the parting scene three years ago suddenly appeared in her mind: on the stretcher, her brother's complexion was so pale, and his eyes, which always looked at her tenderly, were now completely blank. It was closed tightly with vitality, and large swaths of dazzling red were engulfed, which was shocking.The little Zhiji was chasing after her desperately, as if she would not be able to find her brother if she lost her footsteps, and she shouted hoarsely from outside the ward: "Brother, brother! Don't leave me!"

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Orihime Inoue woke up suddenly as if having a nightmare, stretched out her hand, and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

However, before she could breathe a sigh of relief, a thick and huge arm that was definitely not human could have penetrated her room and grabbed her straight.

The fear in Inoue Orihime's heart expanded beyond compare, and she panicked and hid in all directions.

Suddenly, a clear and bright young voice came like flowing water: "Get out of the way!"

Then, using the spiritual power in the air as the blade, it slashed at that hand.

The owner of that hand howled in pain, blood spattered from the wound on his hand, and then, its entire huge body got in.

Yukimura could directly kill the monster in front of him, but for some reason, thinking of the girl in front of him having a similar experience to himself, he couldn't do anything.

Finally, he said, "You were Orihime Inoue's older brother, right?"

Seeing Xu who was motionless because of these words, and Orihime Inoue whose eyes were shining with incredible light, Yukimura stood on the window sill with half of his face hidden in the darkness with an unpredictable expression.

The author has something to say: I changed it.

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