[Death] Are Aizen angry today?

This was about a hundred years ago.

The youngest dean since the founding of the Soul Realm Maou Spiritual Art Academy, once told all the reincarnations at the inauguration ceremony, a story about a god falling into the mortal world and losing his beloved.

This is to warn the younger generation that once some things are lost, they will never come back. Don’t live in a virtual image. You must cherish the people around you, do meaningful things, and live every day with a clear conscience and down-to-earth.

What kind of story is that?

That's what the young dean really said...

It is said that a long time ago, there was a god who fell from the sky to the mortal world.

He is arrogant, indifferent and arrogant, and hates the ordinary world he lives in, and desperately wants to return to the sky and restore the dignity of his god.

So, he began a long and lonely plan.

In this plan, he killed many people.

There are fatuous bureaucrats and innocent civilians.

He uses all the companions around him, including their trust, heart, and even life.

Everything was under control until one day, he met a girl...

The girl saw that he was different and felt pity for his lonely life, but she also sensibly denied his actions and told him repeatedly:

"It's not right for you to do this."

"The real gods will punish you."

Overbearing like this, pointing fingers at him.

He who was tired of the world suddenly found it very interesting.

So he did everything possible to catch her and wanted to play a mind-controlling game with her.

The girl wanted to escape, so he killed her beloved boy. He would rather make her feel ashamed, and force her to stay by his side...

Later, his revenge plan failed, and he will be imprisoned in hell for 2 years.

And that girl quietly ended her life when he left.

Knowing the news of her death, the gods suddenly woke up.

It turned out that I had already fallen in love with her in that mind-manipulating game.

He didn't even see the last side, so he realized later that everything standing in the sky and the dignity of the gods were all jokes.

In hell, he prayed day and night, spent 1 years to comprehend, and another 1 years to repent, and finally one day, a goddess from another world came before his eyes.

The goddess asked him, "What is your wish?"

He said: "It's okay if you can't see her; it's okay if you can't love her; it's okay if you can't stay together; it's okay if you can't forgive her... I just want to sincerely repent to her. For this reason, I am willing to obliterate all the possibilities between us." .”

After thinking about it, the goddess said: "Then show me an interesting story first. If this story doesn't impress me, your wish will be rejected."

After all, she opened a door.

The man came out of the door and was surprised to find that he had turned into a baby.

With the first cry in his throat, he suddenly remembered that this was the first moment he came into this world.

It was a warm early summer morning, with bright sunlight and humid water wind. He remembered the appearance of his parents, and he also remembered that he...was just an ordinary person...

Later, he started a new life, learned to get along with others sincerely, and prevented all the separation and death that had happened because of him.

Hundreds of years later, he became a veritable good man, had many friends, and brought happiness to many people.

But he still hasn't forgotten his wish.

Missing grew wildly in his body, and he felt that he might really not be able to wait for her.

Until one day, the goddess heard his weeping in his dream, and finally decided to tell him the truth.

In fact, the girl had seen her twice.

For the first time, the girl gave her own story to gain the right to talk to the gods and a chance to make a wish, but she did not make a wish at that time.

The second time, after death, relying on her strong obsession, she reached the throne of God again, and asked the goddess to meet the man after he sincerely repented.

The goddess was puzzled, and asked: What is the significance of this kind of meeting?

The girl believes that only under the crushing power of the true god can he fully realize that he will always be an ordinary person who cannot surpass the god.

Only by abandoning these delusions can he recognize and examine himself, and then spend his whole life to wash away his sins and return all the happiness he has stolen from others.

"I have cherished everything I have in my life, and I can accept anyone's judgment. In my life, I have nothing to do.

"But I can come to you because of the trust, regret and love that many people have given me. For those sad people who cannot talk to God, I hope that through his hands, I can truly create a brand new world. .”

Impressed by her divinity, Her Highness agreed to her request.

But the girl said: "There is no divinity, I am just a selfish human being, I just want to be a hero."

In this way, out of understanding of that man and confidence in her own judgment, the girl put the chips on him and bet against the gods on an uncertain future.

After hearing the truth revealed by the goddess, the man felt ashamed, and even felt that his longing was a burden and blasphemy to the girl.

"You protected those people very well, and she has received your regret." The goddess said to him calmly, "She wants to become a hero who saves the world, and this wish...you helped her realize... But one day, the world will be peaceful and the curtain will end for heroes..."

He suddenly understood that his wish had been fulfilled, and he had sacrificed all the possibilities between him and her after all.

This time, like a real god, he won happiness for many people, but he himself will never be happy.

Because the girl who made him miss madly and love to the bone, taught him the most important thing in life, from now on.

It was never seen again.

This story has been over for a long time, some people have passed it on, some people have forgotten it.

When it reappeared from the mouth of the original owner, more than 100 years later, the graduation ceremony of the newly recruited students of the Spirit Art Institute was also the day when the dean resigned and reported.

During his inauguration, the young dean began to devote himself to topics such as soul transformation and virtualization research, and also drafted courses related to the history and abilities of Quincy Masters.

In the battle of the spirit king's guardian god, he made a careful strategy with the captain of the eighth division, Jingle Chunshui, and the captain of the thirteenth division, Ukitake Shishiro.

Not only did it maintain the safety of the entire Seireitei, and saved the lives and lives of all the captains, but also, with the assistance of the Technology Development Bureau led by Kisuke Urahara, the captain of the [-]th squadron, developed a system that defeated the ancestor Yuha, the ancestor of the Quincy Master. Bach's weapon, to help Kurosaki Ichigo, the son of Shiba, the captain of the [-]th Division, destroy him in one fell swoop.

Although the dean himself did not fight against the enemy's forwards like the other captains, he was entrenched in the rear, and together with the teachers of the Spiritual Art Academy, he protected thousands of resurrections in the Spiritual Art Academy.

After this battle, he was appreciated by the higher-ups with his foresight and unfathomable strength. Three years after the end of the war, he resigned from the post of dean of the Spiritual Art Academy, and only retained the post of specially-appointed calligraphy teacher. Accept the appointment and officially rank among the sages in Room 46 of the Central Committee.

The youngest dean and sage in the history of the corpse soul world, he is low-key, easy-going, humble and introverted, and deeply loved. He is also known as an innovative educator and a god who protects the corpse soul world. His name is——

Aizen Sousuke.

It was April, and the continuous spring rain delayed the flowering period. The first cherry blossoms were just about to bloom, and the shallow crimson color receded layer after layer in the rain.

In the half month after resigning from the position of dean, life has become unsurprisingly leisurely.

The spring rain is hazy, which is a good weather for taking a nap, but Aizen, who is used to getting up early, still wakes up on time amidst the singing of birds.

With the light of the sky, he held an umbrella, walked through the courtyard where the flowers and leaves were just growing, and went alone to the coupon issuing place where the living souls reported.

The Death Squadron on duty saw him coming, and greeted him several times: "Good morning, Dean Aizen! Looking at the weather today, I thought you would be a little later than usual!"

"It can't be helped, it's just a matter of habit, and I'll have to work hard for you today." Lan Ran put away her umbrella, looked at the team members and smiled politely.

After exchanging pleasantries, the god of death on duty brought a thick name book, which recorded all the souls who had recently passed the soul burial ceremony and came to the corpse soul world to report.

The directory is updated daily, and Aizen will check it every three days.

If there is a delay, the person who comes will become the leader of the Beijing band, or the leader of Ukitake, and occasionally the vice-captain of the third division, Ichimaru silver.

It has been 20 years since Aizen came to check the roster for the first time.

Not one time was missed during this period.

No one knew which soul he was looking for from the present world, but for decades, many gods of death on duty could probably guess.

Because apart from the enviable career achievements of being young and promising and making great progress, Dean Lanran himself is also a handsome, graceful and gentle man. He has been homeless for hundreds of years, except for a few The teachers and captains who make good friends don't have close friends of the opposite sex.

In this way, I can receive love letters from various places all the year round, and even when I am dealing with official business, I can drop the confession letters and love poems of my admirers from the documents.

There are daughters of big businessmen in Seireitei, high-ranking and unattainable noble ladies, and unknown resurrections from the Spiritual Academy.

Some blatant pursuits, even the Shinigami of Sei Ling Ting are familiar with them.

But in the face of many good intentions, he always refuses with one sentence: I already have a sweetheart.

If someone else asks him: Where is his sweetheart?

But he just shook his head helplessly and said: She hasn't been born yet.

This kind of nonchalant evasion caused several noble ladies to turn their faces against him and bring his retainers to his mansion to make a big fuss. In the end, it was the head of the dead wood noble who came forward to calm the conflict.

Everyone in Seireitei knew about this incident, even the guards guarding the boundary gate were able to gossip, and the gods of death at the ticket sorting office were no exception.

"Dean Lan Ran, you have been paying attention to the candidates in the list for the past 20 years. Are you looking for the legendary sweetheart who has not yet been born?" .

"Yes." Lan Ran agreed, "If there are no accidents, she should be 20 years old this year... I haven't found her name until now... Although we can't meet each other, it's okay, it shows that she is living a stable life in this world .”

The god of death on duty was also a little surprised by the other party's frankness, and was stunned for a moment. Seeing that he had turned to the last page of the list, he remembered to tell him, "Actually, there is no need to bother. You leave your name and we will pay attention. As soon as there is news, I will tell you immediately."

Lan Ran looked up at him, and said: "Thank you for your kindness, but I want to do this by myself."

The remaining half cup of hot tea was misting in the slightly cool air, and the sound of the rain was louder than before, pattering against the eaves and the pond.

Aizen stayed on the porch, looking at the gray rainy sky.

A meow broke through the rain curtain, and the fluffy white ball jumped into the corridor immediately.

The wet plum blossom footprints fell all over the ground.

Seeing the cat hiding from the rain, the team members who saw the cat hiding from the rain trembled with laughter, "Look, that cat is usually fierce. It won't let you look at it or touch it. When it rains, it's still the same. Come to us."

Hearing his voice, the grooming cat suddenly looked at them and growled angrily.

Its eyes are like the blue sky in late autumn, and its whole body is covered with snow-white and thick fur. It looks more muscular, stronger and taller than ordinary cats.

A handsome face, even among cats, is considered beautiful, and with deep blue eyes, it is unforgettable.

But the most impressive thing is its fierce and domineering temper.

No one knows its name, and no one knows when it appeared here.

When I noticed it, I found that it was guarding the soul registration gate on time every day, staring at everyone who entered the world intently.

When the numbered coupons are issued, they will stretch out and then swagger away from the fence.

Some people see it as beautiful and always want to please it.

But what you get is either barking or biting.

Where it stayed, an unwritten rule gradually formed: it is absolutely impossible for it to drive you away and move your nest for you.

He always looks unhappy, his voice is fierce, and his eyes are also fierce. People see him and feel angry and funny.

After cleaning up the wet fluff, the white cat flicked its tail, turned its back to Aizen and walked in another direction.

Unexpectedly, the brown-haired man whispered:

"Grimmjow?"

The white cat suddenly stopped in its tracks, and suddenly turned to stare at him.

Aizen couldn't help laughing, "Are you waiting for her to come back?"

The half-lidded eyes of felines can easily make people think they are angry.

The white cat was really angry, because it actually uttered the word "hum" that normal people can understand clearly.

In the surprised expression of the god of death on duty, it ignored the man who made fun of it. It turned around, trotted two steps, and jumped, accompanied by a chic and graceful posture, turned into a nimble white parabola, and disappeared into the dense and damp grass .

Aizen opened her umbrella and walked towards the mansion by stepping on puddles all the way.

On the way, I ran into Kaname Tōsen who was discussing matters about the dinner at the Hualing Winery. This day was the first birthday of his daughter Tōsen Kiyohe.

"Qinghe" is the name he asked Lan Ran to choose.

A little life was born in April last year, the world is warm and the city is full of fragrance.

Regarding Dongxian's request to name his daughter, Aizen really couldn't shirk it. After thinking about it, seeing the light pink falling flowers in front of her eyes, she suddenly thought:

"I was born in such a beautiful season... Then, let's name it 'Qinghe'..."

Dongxian repeated the name many times, and happily said yes, this is another name for April in the old calendar, elegant and chic, full of vitality.

He ran to tell his wife, Dean Ge Kuang Lanran, the name he had chosen for his daughter, leaving the brown-haired young man standing alone on the porch watching Luo Hua.

The light brown eyes gradually faded in the messy flower shadows, "I was named 'Moonless' because I was born in October".

Whose shadow is reflected in those eyes full of affection but unspeakable pain?

It's the season of flying cherry blossoms again, Qinghe has already begun to toddle, can slump into his arms crookedly, and call him "Uncle Aizen", and the lively first-year ceremony is also being arranged in full swing.

Today, Dongsen is no longer blind. His eyesight is normal, but he has photophobia and needs to wear sunglasses during the day.

Therefore, in addition to studying cooking, his life hobby has an additional one: sunglasses collection.

According to his own chats with captain Liuche Kenxi in the [-]th Division, he has collected about [-] pairs of sunglasses of different styles.

On this rainy and dewy morning, the brown-skinned young man put on a new pair of sunglasses and stood in the corridor, discussing with the shopkeeper how to pack the presents.

Lan Ran passed by outside the courtyard, saw that his friend was busy and it was inconvenient for him to disturb him, so he walked quietly along the intersection.

The rain falls from the sky, hits the umbrella leaves, and slides down the umbrella ribs to the ground.

The fine and winding silver thread runs through the sky and the earth.

The air is moist, with some remnants of the winter cold, and when it pours into the nasal cavity, it will bring a little pain that is not easy to detect.

If you distinguish carefully, you can also feel the taste of cherry blossoms and mint.

Aizen blinked his eyes gently, carefully feeling everything in this world.

Something is different.

It seems that it started from the early summer morning when he finished his sentence, left Wujian, and was reborn in the world of corpses and souls.

Her highness the goddess who kicked the door open was not as gentle and kind as in the story.On the contrary, there is still a bit of youthful frivolity and stubbornness.

Compared with her clean and holy girlish appearance, her demeanor is closer to a chic and unrestrained teenager.

She says she doesn't care who she saves, she just wants Aizen to show her an interesting story, like Mutsuki did before.

"I just open this door, and how to deal with everything behind the door is up to you. Just be yourself, and when the time comes, you will naturally get the answer."

Thus, the door to the past was opened.

Aizen once again returned to the world of corpses and souls that he once hated.

Perhaps in Wu Jian's 2 years of darkness, his heart was really polished smooth and soft.

Seeing everything strange and familiar in front of him, he felt an unprecedented tranquility in his chest.

For those I love, and the people who love me, what can I do for them this time?

With thousands of years of memory, he, who knew all the developments in the world of corpses and souls, became an insignificant outsider in a trance.However, how could he waste this last chance after finally getting the mercy of the gods.

Since the world line can be restarted, one day, Wuyue will be born again, and will return to the world of souls...

Hope quietly ignited in his heart.

But before that, he needs to do a lot.

He decided to make this rotten world a better place to welcome the day when they could meet again.

A secret and huge plan began to conceive in his heart.

Just when he thought he would have to fight alone, suddenly one day, a gentle young man with long white hair came to him.

On the day we first met, it was snowing all over the sky.

Lan Ran was walking towards home wearing a bamboo hat, when suddenly a white-haired man in the uniform of the Spiritual Art Institute flashed out from the forest, stopped in front of him, and looked at him excitedly.

He couldn't help being stunned, and before he could call out the other party's name, he saw the white-haired boy suddenly pull out a strawberry-flavored lollipop in a red package from the sleeve of his kimono.

The sweet colors make people shiver in the black and white world, and there are crows screaming embarrassingly across the dry forest...

The brown-haired boy stared at the thing in his hand speechlessly, and asked, "Has your memory been preserved by the goddess, Senior Fuzhu?"

Hearing him call his name, Fuzhu's eyes suddenly turned red, grabbed his hand, couldn't help crying bitterly, and said with emotion:

"Soyousuke! It's great! Seeing you grow up healthy and strong now! I'm so touched!

"I didn't expect so many things to happen after I passed away in the Spirit King War! You and Chunshui became friends, which is really unheard of! It's really important for you to change your past and regain a new life for 2 years. Worth it!

"Kana said, after tens of thousands of years, your heart will become soft sooner or later! She is right, she is so predictable!"

"It's hard to say whether Kanna's predictions are accurate...but she predicted Aizen...that's one for one..."

Without giving Lan Ran a chance to talk, another black-haired boy with braids and flowers suddenly flashed on the path, grabbing the end of Fuzhu's voice, and let out a lazy Tao Kan.

Exaggerated attire and frivolous words, it looks like Jingle Chunshui who still put wild flowers on the bamboo hat when he passed away.

The quiet young man sneered when he heard the words, "Long time no see, Xiao Chunshui... The last time I saw you was on the deserted bipolar, seeing you suddenly change from a dying old man to a lively young man really made me a little uncomfortable." ..."

"Hehe, don't laugh at me, you're still a brat...how, have you respected your parents this time? How can you be confident if you laugh at fifty steps and laugh at a hundred steps..."

"Oh, what I said made me regret it a bit. I should have thrown your old bones off the cliff back then..."

The two teenagers began to fight each other, and the atmosphere became more intense, but instead of stopping them, the silent Fuzhu burst into tears.

Aizen couldn't help showing a puzzled look.

After asking, I found out that when the world restarted, the gods quietly moved their hands and feet, giving Fuzhu a healthy body.

Today, he is no longer the sick captain. He can run around the mountains and plains like a nimble rabbit, and he can go wherever he wants to go like ordinary people.

This life belongs to him only, and he is not tied to the Spirit King, and he doesn't have to worry about future wars, and he won't make his friends feel sad for him for thousands of years.

The snow is covered, and the tears of the teenager are rolling down.

From being sick in bed to walking freely in the world, only he can understand the gains and losses, and the feeling of it.

Fuzhu cried so much that the other two boys were too embarrassed to continue the quarrel, and they took turns comforting the emotionally fragile teenager.

Friendships between men can sometimes start very simply.

It can be because of a cup of tea, a game, a social gathering, or even a duel...

Of course, there are very few people like Aizen——

Just because of a lollipop.

So, in the tears that the white-haired boy couldn't help but shed, is there only gratitude to the gods?

The root cause of his tears was not investigated carefully, or it was tacitly understood.

The three of them walked side by side in the heavy snow, occasionally helping, occasionally fighting, they were companions walking on the same road, and they were young men floating in the mortal world.

The dense footprints stretched behind him, and were gradually filled with falling snow.

The cold wind howled, erasing the last trace of the depression.

The name of that person who made them cross death and meet again in the bustling world.

No one mentioned it.

It's not a name that can't be mentioned, but as long as it is mentioned, Fuzhu will cry.

There is no way, after all, he is the one who knows her thoughts and last words.

If that person were me, would it make me cry when I think of you like Fuzhu?

I can't do it... Just from him, I who heard the story, when I think of you, I feel so uncomfortable that I can hardly breathe...

The man standing in the rain sighed silently.

His eyes were wet, as if he had been exposed to rain.

Before he knew it, he had already walked near the mansion, and in the distance, pink flower branches could be seen protruding from the wall.

That's the color of spring.

Rain and falling flowers, no matter when, will make people feel sad.

He thought about it carefully, and continued to walk into the yard.

The four seasons of the fleeting year, the cycle goes back and forth, and the world has indeed changed a lot.

In the pond next to the entrance, there are tender green lotus leaves with sharp corners, and a few stretched out, floating on the water like jade plates.

Rain and fog filled the air, and ripples circled the pool.

There was a folded umbrella under the corridor, Aizen stopped and stood in the corridor looking at a series of water stains on the floor.

There was a rustling sound of cloth rubbing around the corner.

The man raised his head and saw a figure hurriedly appearing around the corner, and then hurriedly dodged back.

Ah……

He lowered his eyes and said with a smile: "Ayin, why are you free today... If I remember correctly, you should have been living in the third division dormitory since the day of my resignation speech, have you not gone home?" ?”

The silver-haired young man who was caught was scratching the back of his head while hesitatingly rounding the corner and walking in front of Aizen.

He was dressed in a domineering outfit, with a daffodil armband tied on his arm, with a embarrassed smile on his face, he said:

"Ah, that! Captain Fengqiao just spends his days playing the piano and singing, leaving all the team affairs to me... During this time, I can't get away..."

"Oh, so that's what it is..."

"Yes, yes." Ichimaru Gin squinted his eyes and continued to explain, "I'm going to drink tonight, I'll come back... Prepare some money..."

Brushing off the rainwater on his sleeves, Ai Ran refused to look at him, "If you have any problems, you must tell me... I have quite a lot of such extraneous things here..."

Uh!

The young man coughed and covered his heart as if in pain.

Lan Ran said again: "Looking at your appearance, it's likely that you and Luanju are secretly going on a date in this world again? After all, Luanju likes, likes...what's that word called?"

"That... oh, shopping, shopping! Shopping!"

"Yes, shopping..." the man smiled and muttered uncommon words in an awkward accent, "This is a costly item."

Ichimaru Gin also couldn't help lamenting, "It really costs money... Luan Ju changes clothes every day outside of work, and also needs to match different shoes, jewelry, bags... How do you feel, you asked Captain Urahara to create a skeleton for us in private, but it's really Find me a hard job..."

Listening to the other party's helpless words, the brown-haired man unexpectedly fell into deep thought.

The rain pattered on the eaves.

"I take back what I said just now." He suddenly said seriously, "I should save those extraneous things one by one, in case Wuyue likes shopping as much as Luanju in the future, if I end up in the same fate as you, wouldn't it be It's shameful..."

The young man choked and was extremely speechless, "My lord, you haven't even seen that little girl's face, why are you thinking about these things!"

"So what?" Lan Ran raised her eyebrows and looked at him disapprovingly, "I've even thought about our engagement ceremony, the wedding scene, and the name of the child. Of course, I'm just thinking about it randomly. It depends on Wuyue, I will respect all her ideas."

After the voice fell, the air became awkward, so embarrassing that Ichimaru Gin opened his eyes and was speechless.

hateful!

The brown-haired man was startled by his gaffe, cursed secretly in his heart, suddenly turned his face away, rubbed his forehead angrily, and scolded that guy named Jingle Chunshui over and over again in his heart.

He must have been taught too many messy things by this old pervert, which made him not clear-headed now.

When depressed, the snickering sound of the young man beside him jumped into his ears, Aizen was thoughtful, and easily poured the "disaster water" on the other party:

"Again, Ah Yin, I've bought that ring for two months. Did you propose to Luan Ju today?"

Someone's laughter stopped abruptly, and he suddenly remembered the reason why he didn't go home for half a month.

"Oh? Don't hurry up, mushrooms will grow in summer..." The man's brown eyes showed a bit of complacency.

"Oh, really, I can't stay any longer..."

Ichimaru Gin was even more depressed. He didn't want to discuss with Aizen whether mushrooms would grow on metal.

In this year, he has heard the words "Ayin, did you propose to Luanju today?" countless times.

It's like magic sounds filling my ears, talking endlessly.

As a result, from time to time, he had to stay in the team dormitory of the third division for a long time.

The drizzle has the meaning of stopping.

"See you tonight! Master Dean!" The silver-haired young man walked out of the corridor in a chic Shunbu, picked up his umbrella, and fled.

The black figure flashed past, and the flowers and leaves in the courtyard were disturbed by the gust of wind, and layers of round dewdrops fell one after another.

The verdant courtyard fell silent.

A few days ago, I got a plump mandarin fish from Dongxian. It was swimming happily in the water tank under the wall, its tail splashed and made a splashing sound.

Aizen looked at the position where Ichimaru Gin had left, and shook his head helplessly.

Ah Yin was picked up by his side when he was very young.

The little boy was sad for a while because of the separation from his childhood sweetheart, but Aizen understood very well, and tried to create opportunities for them to get in touch afterwards, without compromising this marriage.

A hundred years have passed, and for Yu Ayin, he is like a brother like a father, a relative like a friend.

They have changed from a life-and-death hostile relationship in the previous life to close relatives who come to help all the way and talk about everything.

The guy who once pierced his heart with the Zanpakutō, snatched the Bengyu from his chest, and made him feel the fear of death, is now slowly growing up under his roof.

He also got rid of the Kansai accent that is sometimes missed by people, speaks fluent standard Chinese, and has become an excellent man with a bright smile who can bravely express his heart to his beloved woman.

That's enough.

Aizen silently leaned against the door, sat on the ground, imitating someone who used to look like, looking at the sky for a long time.

Thinking of the sins of Tosen Kaname and Ichimaru Gin, as well as the sin of killing them, I was willing to be imprisoned for 2 years.

Now look at the happiness that belongs to them around them.

He felt extremely relieved.

The night came quietly.

The drizzle stops, the air is humid, and the continuous shoals reflect the thin moonlight, connecting the roads with bright light.

Somei Yoshino is fluttering in the wind, the swaying moonlight, the light pink petals are falling in the breeze and starlight, and they are flooded by the warm lights in front of the window of the lively wine house.

Dongxian Qinghe's first birthday ceremony has begun.

There are not many happy events in the Lingling Court, and once in a hundred years, no matter if you are familiar with them or not, as long as you hear the news, you will come to offer a toast.

That night, the Hualing House was full of death gods who came to congratulate.

The long table of spirits is very lively.

Aizen came early, and after two rounds of drinking with his colleagues, he quietly hid in a corner, put down his glass, and looked at everyone with calm and gratified eyes.

He smiled without saying a word, picked up the bamboo chopsticks, and dipped a piece of fresh fish in soy sauce.

The half-drunk Jingle Chunshui squeezed in front of him, and after filling his glass, said happily: "It's all thanks to you that they made it to where they are today!"

Aizen smiled, pretending to politely decline: "It's just fate, it has nothing to do with me."

That's what he said, but he really took care of this best friend who followed him wholeheartedly.

Once, Tōsen's admired person, Ge Kuang, was killed by her aristocratic husband Tsunayashiro Tokinada, but due to his aristocratic status, the Soul Society did not punish the murderer.

Ge Kuang, who had good hopes for the world, died tragically. Dongxian, who was in grief and indignation, inherited her Zanpakudao Qing Chong, and embarked on the road of revenge in order to realize the righteousness in her heart.

In order to avoid a repeat of the tragedy, this time, Aizen not only prevented Kakuma and Tsunayashiro from meeting, but also made Jingle teach this heinous scumbag a lesson for pleasure in the pain of others during the noble rebellion.

The tragedy of Tōsen is rewritten here.

He is still in charge of editing the newsletter of Seiringting, writing novels tirelessly, popularizing fashion trends, and then married Ge Kuang, and now he has the crystallization of love.

Without the fetters of hatred, Aizen and Dongsen are not as close as they used to be.

Jingle once asked him why he kept a distance from Tōsen now and stopped drawing him to his side.

Lan Ran only said: "He is a family man now, and he should put his family first, so it is not suitable for us to be entangled with us."

The man in the pink singlet suddenly drooped his face and looked at Fuzhu in confusion.

The white-haired young man smiled knowingly, "So Yousuke said, we don't have a wife."

Jingle Dawu, somewhat displeased by being offended, suddenly smirked after drinking a cup of tea, lying on Lanran's shoulder, blowing in his ear, "It's okay, I don't mind being your rival in love."

With a bang, the teacup in the listener's hand was crushed, and then - "Shatter it! It's a mirror image!"

"Eh——? Oops! Fuzhu, don't just smirk! Tell him to put the knife away!"

The tea room that night was almost overturned by them.

Maybe the years are quiet and good, that's what I said.

The man in the corner smiled leisurely, and the gods of death in the room went back and forth.

The author has something to say:

The ending is too long, and it has been divided into two chapters