The Swordsman of the Grim Reaper

It's the twelfth lunar month again.

Will the atmosphere be the same this year as it was last year?

Baishi twirled the ballpoint pen in his hand. Since he succeeded as the captain, brushes have been eliminated. The main reason is that it is not easy to write. It is far less comfortable to write with a ballpoint pen.

He looked at a report submitted by Matsumoto Ranju, and wanted to hold a New Year's party to reward the team members, inviting everyone to gather to celebrate this year's New Year.

The next step is Hitsugaya's report, which tells about the things to be done. In the case of being dissatisfied with the staff, various official duties are piled up, and I strongly request that there will be no holidays this year and continue to work overtime.

He even reprimanded Matsumoto for taking fish out of that report, and now he has no energy to organize a New Year's party.

"what can we do about it?"

Shiraishi continued to turn his pen, leaning towards Hitsugaya's words on the one hand, and feeling that Rangiku Matsumoto's words were not wrong on the other hand.

Everyone needs to relieve the tense nerves after the war.

After thinking about it, he made a decision, which is to switch the pen, and use whichever solution he turns to.

He placed the pen between the two, and when he turned his hand, the ballpoint pen turned a few times.

Bai Huang ran over, and he quickly picked it up. This self-confessed father didn't know, so he blew secretly, trying to turn the pen to the side where he was playing.

Lovely is cute, but Bai Shi reprimanded him: "Xiaohuang, this is official business, don't mess around."

"I'm afraid that Dad has worked too hard and hasn't seen the mothers for many days."

Bai Huang replied childishly, her big eyes seemed to be about to cry.

Bai Shi didn't know what to do immediately, he hugged her and said, "My dear baby."

Meeting is even more tiring, he silently swallowed that sentence in his heart, happiness is happiness, and tiredness is also really tiring, God knows how violent they will be after squeezing the impulse for so long.

After thinking about it, he decided to hold the New Year's party as usual. The teams don't need to make too much preparation, and those without families gather to drink, drink, and eat something delicious.

There is a family home to accompany his wife and children.

Simply celebrate, there is always a need, and the annual leave is still given.

If you have to work during the New Year, what is it called the New Year?

Shiraishi rejected Hitsugaya's proposal to work overtime, and also rejected Matsumoto's proposal to hold a large-scale New Year's party. There is really no such manpower organization, and it is easy to organize.

Then rebroadcast the live New Year's party.

Anyway, there is no war in this world, and it is thriving.

Shiraishi continued to approve the papers.

……

Fourth Division, Comprehensive Ambulance.

During this period of time, the general ambulance center was really lively, and there was heavy snow outside, but it still didn't affect the desire to visit patients.

Rukia came to the door every day with a basket of fruits in her hand, and brought gifts every day. She was so excited that she couldn't describe it in words.

She skillfully entered the gate of the comprehensive rescue center, turned a corner, and went up to the second floor. From the open door, she heard the sound of chessboard falling, and the breath she exhaled turned white.

Rukia went to the door, knocked on the door and said, "Captain Fuzhu."

"Lukia, you're here, just come in."

Shishiro Ukitake was dressed in warm patient clothes, the doors and windows were closed tightly, and his face was no longer the skinny look it was before, and he had regained a bit of flesh color.

"No, etiquette is a must." Rukia shook her head, stepped into the ward and said, "Captain of the Beijing band, have you recovered from your injury?" …

"Yeah, it's a headache."

Jing Le Chunshui echoed, he was caught in a difficult decision about whether to leave the hospital or not, it seems that fishing is not a good thing when the world of souls is the busiest.

But Nie Yuri's flesh tonic, um...except for himself, no one would dare to use it.

He doesn't want his life or his body organs to be controlled by Nirvana Mayuri. With that character, he doesn't rule out secretly monitoring anything while hiding.

I can only stay in the comprehensive rescue center, let Captain Unohana take a look at it slowly, and talk to the young and beautiful nurse sister.

Most importantly, being able to play chess with old friends.

To be honest, he has already prepared for the rest of his life that he will not be able to play chess face to face with Fuzhu.

When we met again, seeing the appearance of the other party just sent, Jingle Chunshui was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he was not even so frightened when facing death.

Can't wait for the skinny person to be me.

It would be nice to have nothing to do.

"Well, it's not a bad thing to take a break once in a while."

Shishiro Ukitake spoke for Jingle, took out bananas from the fruit basket, handed one to Jingle, and another to Rukia, "Being able to live a leisurely life is proof of being alive."

"Captain Fuzhu, how is your body today?"

Rukia asked with concern.

Shishiro Ukitake smiled and said, "It's not bad. Captain Unohana praised me for recovering quickly, and I believe I will be able to take real action in two or three years."

"..." Rukia thought it wasn't a quick recovery, but seeing Captain Ukitake's optimistic expression, she also smiled, "Well, when the time comes, call Shang Qingyin and Sendaro, and have a look at the scenery."

"Yeah." Ukitake Shishirou's face flashed with sadness, too many familiar people left, and the [-]th squad in his memory turned out to be only a few death gods.

He can understand the replacement, and he still feels distressed by this extremely violent method of replacement.

"Fuzhu, it's your turn to play." Jingle Chunshui saw his sadness, but didn't know how to comfort him, so he urged him to play chess, believing that this friend can get out of that shadow.

Shishiro Ukitake glanced at the chessboard and thought again, the next move.

Rukia watched there, she didn't know much about these things, but she would feel a kind of peace in her heart if she could be by Captain Ukitake's side in her spare time.

The two played halfway through the game.

Jingle Chunshui suddenly said: "It's not good, Yongyin sauce is coming, the 26 curved lights of Taoism."

With a hand covering, he covered the chessboard and himself, and hid himself in the wall.

Ukitake Shishiro covered the quilt in time and lay on the bed.

Huche Yongyin took a few team members to check the ward to see if anyone disobeyed the doctor's orders, "Lukia, you are here to see Captain Ukitake again."

"Yes, Miss Huche." Lucia nodded obediently.

Huche Yongyin stepped forward to take a look, and said, "Fuzhusang, you shouldn't be in a mess, right?"

"No, I've been lying down."

Fuzhu Shishilang shook his head again and again. He was not allowed to play, but he had been lying down for more than two years, and he really didn't want to lie down any longer.

The problem is Jingle Chunshui. He was punched two holes by Li Jie, and he has no flesh and blood. It is very difficult to make up for it.

It's just that I am not honest.

Huche Yongyin left the ward, Jingle Chunshui lifted Qu Guang, put the chessboard back, and said, "I'll go back and deal with her first."

"Captain of the Beijing band, you should take good care of your wounds."

Rukia groaned.

Jingle Chunshui spread his hands and said, "Yongyin sauce and the others are too nervous. A little exercise is only good for the body and has no harm."

Rukia shook her head, and could only say that if Yin Shi Nanxu was not busy in the team, she would have to come over and teach this one a lesson.