[Death Doujin] Ink dyed white smoke

swish... swish... swish...

In the quiet common office of the chief executive, a woman was seen sitting behind a desk, writing a book.And the neatly stacked, hill-like documents on the table indirectly revealed the woman's lack of leisure at this time.

The woman's face is elegant and her facial features are soft. Although it is not stunning at first glance, it is as gentle as jade and as beautiful as a spring breeze.

After a while, the woman gently put down the brush and put the document she had just read aside.

After stretching her body that was slightly stiff from sitting upright for a long time, the woman reached out to the documents to be processed on the other side, planning to continue her unfinished task.

However, such silence did not last long.

"Xianyi! Mo Ran Xian Yi! Mo Ran Four Seats!" A woman's screaming and noisy voice suddenly came from the corridor, accompanied by the sound of stumbling footsteps from far to near.

The voice came first before the figure was seen... The woman in the official room raised her lips slightly when she heard the voice, and then put down the work at hand, waiting for the reckless friend outside to come into her field of vision.

"What's the matter, Luanju?" Mo Ran Xianyi, one of the high-ranking nobles in the soul world ─ ─ the only daughter of the Mo Ran family, who is currently the fourth officer of the sixth division of the thirteenth team of the court, teased with a light smile that she has bright long orange hair in front of her, and The female god of death with a flirtatious figure──Matsumoto Rangiku.

"You still dare to ask me what's wrong? Even the vice-chairman is angry, you are so heartless, you still dare to ask me what's wrong!" The third seat of the [-]th team, Matsumoto Rangiku, threw himself onto the soft sofa beside him, And yelled at Moran Xianyi behind the desk with a pair of beautiful legs.

Knowing that her friend didn't really blame herself, Mo Ran Xianyi chuckled and asked, "Why is Vice President Qixu's anger related to me?"

Looking sideways at the calm friend in front of him, Matsumoto Rangiku said in a bad tone: "Do you know that today is the deadline for the quarterly magazine of our Women's Death Association? It's fine if you don't submit the manuscript, why didn't you even show up for the meeting?"

"Huh? So it's today? I really forgot." Mo Ran Xianyi still maintained a peaceful smile on his face, and responded indifferently, without any introspection.

"Mo, Ran, Xian, Yi!" Matsumoto Rangiku screamed.

Moran Xianyi smiled and narrowed his eyes, and finally got up and took out a document from the cabinet beside him, "Here, the interview draft of Captain Fuzhu and the leader of the Beijing band."

"Why, just tell me when you're done! I have to put on a vicious look." Matsumoto Rangiku grabbed the document and hugged his friend with a smile, "We thought you ran away because you didn't complete the task. What about the meeting!"

"You saw it too," Nunu lowered his jaw and signaled Matsumoto Rangiku to look at the table, "The ones on top don't allow people to rest!"

Looking at the neatly folded documents to be processed in front of him, Rangiku Matsumoto clicked his tongue softly, "How can you not learn to push the work to your subordinates? Really!"

It was just the usual gentle smile, and Mo Ran Xianyi didn't express anything about it.

"You..." Knowing the temper of the woman in front of me, Matsumoto Rangiku shook his head, "Forget it, I won't bother you about your work. But Nanao asked me to notify the next interview with the celebrities of the [-]th Goutei team and let you handle it , as punishment for absenteeism."

"Oh? Which company's captain will be the next interview?" Moran Xianyi asked casually as he sat back at his desk not paying much attention.

"Not the captain." Blinking mischievously, Matsumoto Rangiku pretended to be mysterious and did not respond positively.

The hand that was about to hold the pen paused, Moran Xianyi raised his head and looked at his friend who was smiling strangely, could it be...

"Yes! It's exactly what you think," Matsumoto Rangiku smiled brilliantly, "I'll leave the next interview with your vice-captain to you! Team Six's ink, dye, four, and seats!" After finishing speaking, Shunbu left Chief's office.

In the chilly spring, the cold wind that slipped in from the window raised Mo Ran's silky black hair, but couldn't lift her tightly pressed lips.

***

"Finally willing to come back, girl?"

As soon as he stepped into the Moran mansion, an old but majestic voice came into Moran Xianyi's ears from the other side of the corridor.

"Grandpa." The corners of his mouth slightly raised, Mo Ran Xianyi quickly walked towards the majestic figure, and as soon as he stood still, he was drawn into a warm embrace.

It's still so warm!Grandpa's big palm and chest... Mo Ran Xianyi let out a long breath in his heart contentedly.

The No. 20 generation head of the Moran family, Moran Zongichiro, kindly looked at his precious granddaughter who was acting like a baby in his arms.Since his only son and his wife both died in the mission, only this old house and his granddaughter are left in his world.In order to spend the rest of his life with his granddaughter, as the head of the family, he resolutely resigned as the captain of the Seventh Division.

Compared with the elite education of other nobles who educate their children, Mr. Moran would rather his granddaughter grow up happily, not have to work hard to become the head of the family, not to make a difference in the world of corpses and souls, and not to live just to guard this old house for the rest of his life like him... …no, really nothing.

As the granddaughter of Zong Yilang Moran, she only needs to grow up safely, find a husband who is willing to love her for the rest of her life, have a few more children, and live this long life safely.

He never wants to lose any of his precious family members...

"What are you thinking, Grandpa?" Leaving the warm embrace, Moran Xianyi turned to walk to his grandfather, and gently raised his right arm, "It's been a long time since I took a walk with you at night."

"Alright." With a smile, Mo Ran Zongyilang followed his granddaughter and dragged him out of the house.

"You haven't told Xianyi what you were thinking just now!"

It's obviously an angry tone, but it sounds like a coquettish in my ears, Mo Ran smiled kindly and said: "You are so old and you always act like a coquettish, I'm afraid even the little ones will laugh at you!"

"No way! Xianyi will always be a baby in front of grandpa, that's what you said yourself!" Mo Ran Xianyi replied softly.In this life, she can only act like a baby to her grandfather, that is her happiness only.

"Thank you girl for remembering. In the past few months, grandpa has regarded you as only focusing on work, and forgot that there is an old man like me at home." His tone was not without resentment.

Arms tightened slightly, Moran Xianyi reluctantly pulled out a smile, "I'm sorry! During the annual newcomers' entry period, the thirteenth team of the guarding court is busy and unable to separate themselves. As the chief officer of the sixth team , Xianyi is not good at leaving others to come back to rest..."

"I think the whole team is only as serious as yours. A few days ago, I saw some death girls who were in the same period as you having a drink in the tavern."

Tsk, it must be that guy Luanju.Mo Ran Xianyi pursed her mouth.

Seeing his granddaughter's introspective expression, Moran Zongyilang couldn't say anything more, but just sighed softly, "I don't mean to blame you, I just hope you have a good rest after work, don't always worry me !" The dark circles under his granddaughter's eyes made him feel very distressed.

"En! Xianyi understands." Nodding obediently, Moran Xianyi leaned on his grandfather's still strong right arm.

The grandparents and grandchildren walked together, casting long and short shadows on the empty street in the moonlight.

"grandfather……"

Hearing the hesitation in his granddaughter's tone, Mr. Mo Ran asked puzzledly, "What's the matter, girl?"

"Until now, you still... still don't support Xianyi becoming the god of death?"

Alas... yes!

In Moran Soichiro's heart, he still does not want his granddaughter to become a god of death until now.But he didn't intend to tell her his true thoughts.

45 years ago, when Moran Xianyi received the admission invitation letter from Maou Academy of Spiritual Art, he tried his best to stop it.He didn't want his only granddaughter to have the chance to do any dangerous missions like his parents, or even the old him.After all, he is old and doesn't have the courage to bear the loss again.

As his granddaughter, all she needs to do is live her life safely.

Of course, he only considered this from the perspective of protecting his granddaughter, but he never thought that his growing granddaughter, just like him, has her own will.

When Damoran Xianyi was still young, she practiced with him every day. Whether it was white fighting, kendo, or even the foundation of Shunpo, he taught her all by himself.

At that time, Xianyi said to him: "In order not to worry grandpa, Xianyi must learn to protect herself."

However, a few years later, the grown-up Xianyi rejected his consideration of wanting his granddaughter to live a stable life. At that time, she said: "Xianyi finally found something other than herself that needs protection."

He used to be one of the top executives in the soul world, and he thought that as long as he opened up a safe and stable road for his granddaughter, she would be able to live happily and accompany him until the end of her life.

But now his baby is grown up and has found his own way.

As the grandfather who loves her the most, he has no reason to block the path chosen by his granddaughter.So even though he still rejected the idea in his heart, he let it go.

Do you regret it?No, he doesn't regret it.On the contrary, he is very proud—proud that he has taught a beautiful woman like Mo Ran Xianyi, and at the same time witnessed the pride of the next generation of Mo Ran's family.

Let Mo Ran Xianyi continue to lead him forward gently, and Mo Ran Zong Yilang softly uttered a few words that he had kept in his heart for a long time──

"I, Moran Zongyilang, have never regretted you in my life. Girl, you are my pride."

Not the Moran family, but the pride of Moran Soichiro?

Mo Ran Xianyi's eyes were reddish, and he hooked his grandfather's arm even harder, "Grandpa, Xianyi really loves you."

"Hehe! I know—I knew it a long time ago." Mo Ran always narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling a little nostalgic.

Of course he knew, because he would never forget his conversation with housekeeper Suzuki the night before his granddaughter reported to Mao—

"Miss, it would be great if you could listen to the master and not go to Maou? Once you leave, the whole house will be lonely to death. The master must think so too. Miss, you have the heart to let the master stay alone in the house to eat Do you suffer from longing?"

"Uncle Suzuki, Xianyi naturally doesn't want to leave you. But Xianyi has a reason to leave home." Moran Xianyi responded softly.

"reason?"

"Xianyi likes the Moran mansion and all the people in the house, but the one that Xianyi likes the most is indeed grandpa! Because I like it, Xianyi wants to protect it with her own hands. The current Xianyi is still very weak, if I continue to Staying here and continuing to nest in the warm embrace of grandpa, Xianyi will never learn to fly in his life." Looking around the Moran mansion again, Moran Xianyi strengthened his determination.

"But Miss..."

"Uncle Suzuki, Hanyi knows a friend who is also a nobleman! And he is a very noble first nobleman. He has been studying in Maou three years ago. According to Uncle Ukitake, he is very good at first, but after studying Now it has become even stronger. Xianyi also imagines that he has the power to protect the things he cherishes. Although he will feel lonely in the next few years, Xianyi hopes that six years later, he can become an independent adult."

"Miss……"

"But... Sure enough, Xianyi just wanted to hear a word..." Mo Ran Xianyi said to himself a little lonely.

"Miss?"

Looking up at the full moon in the sky, Moran Xianyi sighed softly: "Proud. Xianyi wants to be grandpa's pride...and only grandpa's pride. Grandpa, you will one day be willing to treat Xianyi as yours." Are you proud of..."

The full moon was as bright on that day 45 years ago as it is today.

Moran Zongichiro did not regret the decision to let go, after all, his granddaughter just let go of his hand to protect and hold his hand even tighter.

"Girl, accompany me to see your parents tomorrow!"

"Well, it's an appointment!"

Under the moonlight, the figures of the old and the young walking together are the most beautiful embellishment of the night.