infinite death song

"Come in, kid! How decent is the dignified captain standing here?"

Kisuke Urahara, the new captain of the twelfth squad who was hesitating, was kicked in the back suddenly, and staggered into the team's first room.

The person who came was Captain Yamamoto. He couldn't understand his procrastination and taught him a lesson.

After the captains and vice-captains took their positions, Captain Yamamoto formally introduced his new colleague, Kisuke Urahara.

Formerly the third seat of the second division, the captain of the [-]th division after Hikifune Kiryu.

"No matter how you look at it, this guy is too leisurely...is he really the captain?"

Pingzi muttered there.

Although he is not qualified to say that.

The Fifth Division usually does not have any heavy affairs, and stays in Seireitei all the year round, leading an incomparably leisurely and peaceful life.

Qingli pretended not to hear Captain Hirako's whisper, but inadvertently glanced at Urahara who was standing in the position of the [-]th Division, and then looked away.

Urahara tilted his head, his eyes showed doubts, as if someone was secretly observing him just now, is it an illusion?

Immediately, Captain Yamamoto talked about other things again, Urahara began to lose his mind, his thoughts drifted to his research room, he really wanted to go back to do research quickly.

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Two days later, a sunny and warm afternoon.

Fifth team team building.

"What's your name?"

Qingli stood quietly in the corridor of her own courtyard, lightly pressing the green handle of the Zanpaku sword 'King Hua Sui Yue' with her palm, and looked calmly at the 'Bai Xue' drifting up in the courtyard.

That is not white snow, but a kind of flower, a white flower.

When it falls, it looks like white snow is falling.

It gives people a cold and cruel sense of poignancy.

She quietly asked the boy standing beside her... No, maybe it was a boy, about thirteen or fourteen years old.

Squinting like a fox, with a smile on his face, people don't know what he is thinking.

"Silver, Ichimaru silver."

When the young man reported his name, it was like showing himself unreservedly, together with his life, completely exposed to Qingli's vision.

As long as Qingli swung the blade lightly now, this young man could be made to drift like the 'white snow' in the courtyard, red with blood.

"Nice name. Do you know who I am?"

"do not know."

"Why are you here?"

"..."

"Do you know everything about me?"

"..."

He smiled like a harmless child and didn't answer.

Qingli didn't feel angry because the other party didn't answer, she raised her arm, pointed her white fingers at the "white snow" that was constantly falling in the courtyard, and smiled at the corner of her mouth:

"Do you know the name of this flower that looks like white snow?"

"what?"

"It's called snow mowing. Plants that will die in spring after winter passes. They survived the harsh winter, but choose to die in the warmest and most comfortable season. It's beautiful."

Soft words, people can not feel the biting cold.

Ichimaru Gin couldn't help holding onto the handle of the Zanpakutō, cold sweat seemed to appear on his face.

His body was frozen for another reason.

"Do you know what the flower language of Snow Mowing the Grass is?"

The boy named 'Ichimaru Gin' pursed his lips, and the smile on his face disappeared.

He couldn't answer Qingli's question.

He felt that it was really stupid for him to recommend himself now.

This man... this woman has seen through everything about him.

Obviously it was the first time I saw him.

Obviously it was the first time I met him.

Obviously...

Obviously what?

"Let me tell you, the flower language of Xue Mowing is 'patience'."

Qingli's voice is gentle, neither indifferent nor close.

patience?

There was a crack in Ichimaru Gin's heart, it was shaking, it was a flaw, it was fear of this woman.

After hearing this, does he still have enough patience?

Is my destiny...is this snow mowing grass?

After surviving the cold winter, it withered in the warm and comfortable spring.

"Xue Mocao's whole life has been in the cold winter, suffering in a cruel environment all his life, no happiness, no future, just insisting on waiting, waiting for what he cherishes the most. When the days of suffering are over, its mission is over, what? Nothing left but cold indifference."

After she finished speaking, Zanpakutō was taken out of its sheath.

Looking through the mirror, the Zanpakuto completely hypnotizes the five senses.

"Yin, can you open your eyes and take a look at my flower in the mirror and the moon in the water? Although it is not as beautiful as when the snow is mowing the grass and drifting away, the beauty of the flower of blood that is sprayed out after the blade cuts the skin is actually quite beautiful."

The teenager struggled, suffered, and encouraged himself.

But there was only a smile on his face.

"By the way, let me take the liberty to ask you one last question."

It is the cherry blossoms that die amidst the splendor.

But Xuemocao is steadfast in her belief, insisting on her patience, unswerving to death for "love", enduring the severe cold for "love", gritting her teeth and persevering even in hell.

It is precisely because of this that Xuemocao's death was cold, cruel, thin, and an incomprehensible way of death.

"Are you ready to fight the 'extreme cold', Silver?"

The road ahead is destined to be the despair of cutting off everything.

Chapter 57 Aizen Kiyoshi will finally stand in the sky

I, hate the soul world.

Hate death.

Hate Central Room 46.

Hate nobility.

He also hates Tsunayashiro Tokinada, the man who single-handedly pushed him into the abyss of despair.

Dongxian must clearly remember that when he was first extradited to the world of souls by the god of death, the god of death told himself that the world of souls is a very peaceful place, full of justice and laughter, and it is a paradise that only good people in this world can enter .

This is the most ridiculous lie, and now thinking about it, I feel a bit ridiculous.

Yes, mock.

Laugh at everything here.

Laughing at the soul world, and the aloof 'spirit king'.

Is it peaceful?justice?Where did the laughter go?Is this heaven?

There must be a limit to fooling people-the god of death!

There is class here.

There is no equality here.

There are noble nobles and lowly commoners here.

Here only the strong dominate everything, and the weak can only passively endure pain and humiliation.

If it's really heaven... then it's better to go to hell and suffer, anyway, it doesn't make any difference.

At least hell is just physical pain, here is not just physical pain, but also spiritual being trampled on, self-esteem being trampled on the soles of feet, and justice is worthless.

Thinking about it now, Tsunayashiro Tokinada, who is still in prison in the underground prison, that man... only he is the most unforgivable.

Dongxian couldn't forget that person's face, he couldn't see anything, but he had already depicted the person's appearance, heart, and even personality in his heart.

It was this guy who crushed his illusion of justice and the life of his best friend.

There are still many evils in the world of corpses and souls, announced, unannounced, what can be said, what can't be said...all...all are evils.

Soulworld is a place more terrifying than hell, where justice is negligible.

Let's be the 'villain' who enforces justice.

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How long have you followed Aizen-sama?

100 years? 1000 years? 1 years?Or have you been following him for a long time?

Unknowingly, this has nothing to do with the time of following, in Tosen Kaname's heart, "that person" has been upgraded to the supreme existence without time.

At the beginning, he doubted the real purpose of this woman.

In the final analysis, she is also the God of Death of Gotei [-], the same as Tsunayashiro Tokinada.

Giving him—Tongxian wanted power, just to cultivate a pawn, and to win over him who can ignore the hypnotic ability of Jinghua Shuiyue... Is this the reason?

No, no, absolutely not.

If Hua Jinghua Shuiyue really has this kind of weakness, then it would be good to let him disappear. Anyway, he is just a chess piece that can be found at hand, so there is no need to expose the risk of Hua Hua Shuiyue's ability.

That lord... Aizen Qingli is such a terrifying and powerful existence.

Whatever vengeful drive she had, whatever potential she had, was insignificant to this woman.

Tosen is about to understand.

For the respected 'Aizen Lord', there is no dividing line between justice and evil.

It's all insignificant dust.

She walks on the boundary between good and evil. Good and evil do not need to be put into so-called reasons. As a single entity, she is so powerful that everyone can only look up to her.

On the road of exercising ideas, she will not have any pauses and hesitation.

If Dongxian thinks that such a "Master Aizen" is extraordinarily bright and beautiful, it has nothing to do with appearance, character, or strength...but that existence will be eternal beauty.

"Someone once said that I was a child, ignorant, and didn't understand what so-called growth is."

This is what Qingli said to him.

If Tōsen couldn't understand, there are people who question 'Aizen-sama' in this world.

And it is unforgivable to say that 'Master Aizen' is ignorant.

"So I decided to prove that I'm not an ignorant kid."

Qingli pointed at the sky of Soul World - the blank sky.

Above that, is the Palace of the Spirit King.

It is everyone's yearning.

The 'royal family' of the soul world, the supreme king to whom all the gods of death must swear allegiance.

"I want to smash the sky, replace the 'cornerstone', and let the whole world see the truth of the 'cornerstone'. Let people stop swinging knives for such a ridiculous thing."