[Death] Are Aizen angry today?

Due to a sudden accident, the upper echelons of Soul Soul Realm decided to judge the traitor immediately.

"Sentenced to the former captain of the 18800th squad, Aizen Soyousuke, the lowest floor of the underground prison, the eighth prison 'Infernal Affairs' hell, [-] years in prison!"

Aizen, who is already immortal, sneered at the fatuous Room 46, expressing contemptuously that they have no right to judge themselves.

The sages became furious and ordered to seal all his exposed eyes, ears and mouth, and increase the sentence to 2 years.

At the beginning of the new year, the mighty King of the Void Circle, who used to be arrogant and invincible, just fell into the dark and endless hell.

What was that feeling like?

The whole body could not move, and was wrapped in endless darkness. In this mysterious and terrifying silent world, even the sensitivity to pain became dull.

In the second year when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom, Aizen was already used to this kind of life.

His spiritual pressure kept accumulating, even to the point where he could penetrate the eighth-story prison and the team building of the first team, as well as penetrate the murderous stone barrier like a copper wall and iron wall, and go for a stroll on Liuhun Street.

If he wanted to, he would be able to break through these layers of seals in a short time.

What's the point of doing this.

She is no longer in this world.

Time is really a strange thing, other people's faces lost their outlines, but her figure became more and more obvious and deep.

Walking through the long and boring time, he chewed over and over the pictures in his memories, and picked up the lost and forgotten things bit by bit.

"Wuyue, Wuyue. It's because I was born in October that I have this name, right?"

"Yes, 'Kanna Moon' is the name for October in the old calendar. My father's surname is "Kana", so I got the name."

That was when she first joined the fifth team, in the calligraphy classroom in March.

"Kana, just now Kira and Ayasegawa came to the team building and said they wanted to invite you to drink... I taught them a lesson, because you are not yet of drinking age..."

It was the brilliant evening when summer shadows first appeared in April in the world. She stood outside the corridor, stepping on his shadow, with a confused "eh—?" written on her small face.

It was wrong to thwart her date, but he took a long-lost pleasure in the guilt.

It turned out that it had already begun at that time, the strange jealousy, and the first signs of possessiveness.

Why didn't I notice it before?

Because, what is the most important thing - you must know it after you lose it.

The sound of the cherry blossoms blooming is somewhat similar to the faint breath. This year, many new faces have also entered the Spirit Art Institute.

Wuyue, tell me, is it more suitable for me to stay in the Lingju Academy and be an idle calligraphy teacher than being the captain?

His consciousness passed through the flying petals and fell under the cherry blossom tree when he first met, breathing in every fragrance and sweetness that made his heart ache.

The rain that day crackled on the paper umbrella, and she stood in the rain in a panic.

Although it is abrupt, at least in memory, please let me hug you...

It rained today too.

Incessantly in a deep place underground, the sound of rain will become hidden and gentle here.

You seem to like rainy days very much.Sitting in the corridor, looking at the sky with empty and peaceful eyes.

In fact, I once saw you in the tea room, you got up and fell because you crossed your legs for too long, and you pretended to get up in embarrassment as if nothing had happened.

Maybe I laughed at you then, because the tea was hot and I remember the sting when they splashed on my hands.

Without those sad things, you are just a little girl who likes to eat strawberries, is occasionally reckless, and has a persistent personality.

I should have known, but I chose to ignore it.

Because of me, I arrogantly decided that you shouldn't be naive.

Use that kind of eagerness, wanting you to grow up quickly, to force you to let go of the beauty that you should have at this age.

I have done such a wrong thing, there is no cure for me...

He sighed softly, the melancholy came as accidentally and inadvertently as autumn.

Even the cellmate next door, Mojo Kenpachi who was imprisoned in Wujian, can clearly feel that every time the season of "Kanna Moon" comes, he will be extremely depressed.

At first, Mocheng just wanted to communicate with each other and helped him undo the seals of the monocular single ear and mouth.

This man has inquired about the outside world, and also sent an invitation to escape from prison together.

But Aizen said that it's fine to feel free, but it's not necessary.

Mole City didn't care at first.

Until a few years later, on a bleak autumn night, he suddenly walked into his cell with sighs and asked: Aizen, are you thinking of women.

Aizen didn't object, just said: Not a "woman", she's just a girl.

Mocheng looked at him with an embarrassed expression: You, don't smile so innocently... This will never stop you, if you miss her, go find her, why bother to make lovesickness here...

Heh... Lan Ran smiled wryly in her heart, and told the other party that the girl had long since disappeared and would never come back again.Therefore, he will not go anywhere, there is no need to go anywhere, he can only stay here and accept the punishment that belongs to him.

Mole City suddenly understood, and since then, he has never mentioned the escape from prison.

Without the frequent greetings from the inmates, the time I miss becomes more.

About two years after Aizen was imprisoned, an extremely tragic disaster broke out in the world of souls.

It is related to the history of the soul world, caused by the revenge of the Quincy Division, involving special agencies such as the Lingwang Palace and the Lingfan Squad, and even involved an important battle in the virtual circle.

It was hailed by later generations as "the battle of the spirit king and guardian god".

In order to defeat the Quincy, the new captain Jingle Shunsui had no choice but to release Aizen from Wujian.

Smelling the long-lost outside air, Aizen felt an untimely excitement, and defeated the spirit king's torrent with only Reiatsu.

He wanted to see how the Lingwang Palace would be destroyed, but because of the restraining instruments, Mayori Nirvana manipulated it, and the action ended without a problem.

In this battle, he was pierced through the chest and broke his arm by the ancestor of the Quincy Division, and assisted Kurosaki Ichigo and the Shinigami to win the final victory.

Then he was imprisoned for the second time with his indestructible body and unscathed.

Before he was completely imprisoned in Wujian, he quietly searched every nook and cranny of the Soul Realm with his spiritual pressure.

In the end, only disappointment greeted him.

In this world that has been devastated to the point of destruction, there is really no trace of her.

It is indeed her style to walk so cleanly.

He persuaded himself not to be sad, but the darkness in front of him always disturbed his remaining rationality.

This time, he really didn't want to go out again.

The world of corpses and souls has begun to be rebuilt, and the nobles have troubles again. This place is not peaceful at all.

But he was able to obtain absolute peace in the uninterrupted.

Throughout the year, there is no change, because he only has thoughts every day; but throughout the year, there are changes every day, because the thoughts of her accumulate day and night.

The footsteps on the ground came back and forth, and his heartbeat rose and fell.

But, in the silent place, no one can say, no one can say.

In the past, the loneliness that was difficult to dissipate did not know when it disappeared, and it was replaced by a loneliness that could grind people's minds and flesh.

About since meeting her, and since losing her.

Lonely, because he has not met someone who can understand himself, he still has expectations.

But the loneliness is because of losing someone who understands him, and knowing that she can't return.

Fleeting years and years passed by Aizen's side in a hurry, his edges and corners were smoothed one by one, and his hard armor was also broken and crumbling.

The remaining soft and bright red heart was beating heavily and slowly in the passing time.

After Ukitake unfortunately fell in the Battle of the Quincy Division, Kyoraku Shunsui, who lost his best friend, aged at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Aizen couldn't remember when it started, but Jingle began to come and go frequently, gossiping with him.

It was probably because the familiar faces were shattered by the sword of time, and there were fewer and fewer people who could confide in them, so he remembered this old acquaintance in a trance.

Even Jingle is now over ten thousand years old, and has become a wrinkled, gray-haired old man.

With a cane on his back, he walked in with a hunched body, wearing the pink flower-and-bird-patterned singlet he had when he was young, sitting on the ground, sometimes cracking nuts and chattering for a long time, and sometimes holding a bottle of warm wine without saying a word.

They talked about the changes in the world of corpses and souls, discussed the significance of every experience they had, and also talked about who got married and had children, where they entertained guests, how much money they received, such trivial and romantic things in life.

Jingle's old eyes are dim, and he can also see Aizen's envy.

He always asks: Do you still miss her?

The young man makes no bones about it: yes, every day.

The old man smiled faintly and did not continue this topic.

Seeing him peacefully sleeping with his eyes closed, Aizen often gets hot eyes for some reason.

It seems that he is leaving too.

he thinks.

The day the captain left was midsummer noon when cicadas were singing and the sea of ​​clouds was billowing.

Aizen was approved to visit him.

The bipolar summit many years ago has long been deserted, with half-leg-long lush weeds growing, and green waves of different shades churning in the high-altitude wind.

After not seeing the sun for a long time, Aizen was drowsy in the scorching heat wave.

Near the cliff stood an old tree with luxuriant branches, and the gray-haired old man was wearing a brand new pink singlet, sitting cross-legged on the roots of the tree prostrate beyond the ground.

Before Jingle, was it that thin?How could even the surrounding weeds be more alive than him.

The brown-haired man didn't dare to think about it, he passed through the scorched hot grass, and sat quietly beside him.

"It's warm...good weather..." The old man looked into the distance and laughed, pointing to the leaves falling in the sky with his dry hand like a branch, and said, "Look, the green butterfly..."

The weather was so hot that Aizen couldn't open his eyes and couldn't speak, so he could only nod his head desolately.

Lively grasshoppers are swimming in the hot wind, and the white clouds are splitting and closing, turning into familiar and unfamiliar human faces.

The laughter of children came from an unknown place. They ran barefoot through the mountains and streams, catching butterflies and cicadas this summer in the scorching sun.

"I've... tried my best... It shouldn't matter if I leave willfully like this..." Jing Le's smile deepened, and pale wrinkles crowded into a pile at the corners of her eyes.

"Thanks for your hard work, the world has become very good... You, too, are doing very well..." Aizen looked at the boundless blue sky, and the hair on his forehead was blown into a mess by the hot wind.

The endless chirping of cicadas was shrill and noisy.

Jing Le laughed, stretched out her hand tremblingly, and patted her friend's shoulder, "Although you still look like this, but you are able to comfort others sincerely, it seems... your heart has really aged a lot... 僣You Jie..."

Aizen lowered his eyes, the old man's hands were terribly cold in such hot weather.

"Go back and rest, Jingle..." he said softly.

"No... just let me take a nap here... In the summer afternoon, I still need to take a nap to be comfortable... Ah, I really want to drink a glass of ice wine..."

The old man closed his eyes, and the voice was interrupted by the dancing tree shadow:

"Souyousuke, you have to live well...you must always remember that this tragic ending...is God's punishment for you..."

Aizen smiled slightly, "I'm afraid it's not 'God', but...'Kana'..."

With a benevolent smile on his face, the old man quietly fell asleep in the roiling heat wave, his calm breathing gradually becoming weaker than the fluttering of butterfly wings.

Aizen stared at him silently.

Everything around is quiet and serene.

The pink unlined garment lost its last slight tremor, and Jingle fell asleep too soundly, her head drooping down as if suddenly broken.

The old bamboo hat decorated with bright wild flowers fell to the ground and was blown into the distance by the wind.

He sits under a tree and freezes into a picture.

The scorching heat of midsummer can't warm up the desolate body.

Aizen gently stroked the old man's emaciated back, the smell of grass and soil poured into his nostrils, intertwined into an unspeakable sourness.

I said it all, I want you to go back to take a nap... What to do if you catch a cold in a place like this...

They are all old bones, I can't carry them, I can't hold them, they are smashed, what should I do...

With thousands of words in his heart, he opened his mouth, and the words formed were only a sigh:

"farewell……"

The clouds in the sky are constantly churning.

People on the ground are endless.

From then on, the last link between this world and him was also broken, and everywhere he passed were unfamiliar faces.

From then on, no one remembered his past, and from then on, "Aizen Soyousuke" was just a filthy symbol in the history of Soul World.

This feeling of being completely abandoned by the whole world is your punishment for me.

Is that so, Moonless?

Why did you notice it now.

So what about being immortal, it just makes the long lifeline even more desolate.

It turned out that I also had so many...

You used those carefully hidden tenderness to tell me repeatedly, these important things that I want to learn and cherish.

I understand now.I really get it.

sorry.no moon.

What else can I say to you other than sorry.

Wujian is very quiet, I can hear all the sounds of the outside world.

But no voice of any old man could be heard.

Why do you leave me here alone, I said... I will be lonely if I am alone...

hateful.

How long has passed, and how long will it be...

How long has it been!

The cry of despair and collapse in his heart finally aroused Beng Yu's wailing.

It was inlaid in the middle of the sternum, exuding a bright light purple light, which made Aizen's chest and abdomen ache.

Is Bengyu, who can realize my wish, leading my heart?

If so, I will give up everything I have and make a new wish:

Let me see you.

In a whole new world.

Across thousands of days and nights, I will come to you.

Like a flower on a cliff taking a step towards the endless sky, I will come to you.

Even if there is nothingness under your feet, even if this life is doomed.

In an instant, the purple light gently and carefully surrounded him.A strange sense of weightlessness filled his whole body, the seal lost its effectiveness, and a chaotic void swept his entire field of vision.

When he opened his eyes, he was still in the darkness, but an arched wooden door that he had never seen before appeared in front of him.

The rotten and damp smell gradually wafted away.

When he was confused, with a bang, the withered wooden door was kicked open from the inside to the outside brutally.

A tall girl with long tulip-blonde hair came out barefoot from the other side of the door.

She was wearing a western-style white nightdress, the cuffs and the hem of the skirt were embroidered with hollow and complex patterns, she looked like a noble lady who had traveled from a foreign continent.

"Are you the one who dragged me to this kind of place..." She rubbed her eyes, her voice was low and displeased.

Aizen's face showed shock.

The girl's icy blue eyes were like a pure blue abyss, as if she looked at them one more time, and she was about to pull the past and the future out of her body.

She lowered her eyes and looked at him condescendingly.

With that lazy posture and cold expression, he looked like a young king.

The author has something to say:

Aizen probably became softer.

This can be regarded as the most gentle chapter.

Next chapter, ready to finish.