"Is this for me?" Arisawa Longgui's fingers gently stroked the box, and under the cold shell of the box, the burning heat was like something he had lost for a long time, and he couldn't help but ask someone to uncover its mysterious veil. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"If you like it, go wherever you want, and don't disturb my rest." "Leave the table and go back to your room.

Open the wooden box, a Japanese-style knife lying quietly inside, the snow-white scabbard is a fiery red color hilt, can't help but hold the scabbard with his left hand and slowly pull out the knife with his right hand, the fiery red knife body is the same pattern as the inside and outside, and the sharp blade shines like fire with a different kind of bewitching beauty: "It's so beautiful." "If I had to use words to describe this knife, it would be beautiful.

The day passed peacefully, and no one came to find trouble for the larks, even those bad boys Ichigo and a few of them were in full swing training, and there was no time at all.

The next day, the lark got up early and waited at the dining table, and after a long time of knowing that a shrill alarm went off, a girl in pajamas walked down with a hache: "Is it necessary for the lark to get up so early?"

"There's no time to waste for you, bring your knife and I'll be waiting for you at the door." He got up and left the room, leaving only a girl still in a haze.

Holding his arms and leaning against the wall, time passed little by little, and just when the lark was about to get impatient to wait, Long Gui walked out of the house with a knife.

"Let me take a knife with me, where the hell are I going today?" Long Gui was a little curious, he had never learned kendo suddenly it was impossible to practice with a sword, and the Lark's weapon was a double crutch for the problem of kendo or don't count on him, the next place to go really caused some reverie.

"Keep up. The lark strode forward.

Long Gui followed him honestly, and the two walked quietly without saying a word, got on the bus and got off on the other side of Kuza Town, and then walked for a long time on the mountain road, stopping at a slightly desolate building halfway up the mountain.

The sun had just risen when they set off, and now it had risen above the heads of the two of them.

A girl about the same age as Long Gui walked out of the room: "Mr. Skylark, Mr. Skylark, has been waiting inside for a long time, and he is glad to know that you are coming." ”

"Skylark, when did you know such a cute girl?" Jealousy is the nature of all girls, and Long Gui is of course no exception, with a supple and dark long and well-developed body, and a sweet voice compared to looking down at his chest - forget it, don't care about these details.

"This young lady, you are joking, without the help of Mr. Skylark, the dojo would not have survived until now, how could I not know Mr. Skylark?" The girl's rhetorical question caused a silent war between the two.

The gaze between the two could almost spark electricity, and if it weren't for the two of them, they would have done it a long time ago.

For the silent confrontation between the two, the lark walked into the yard regardless of the duckweed, the two girls are not the same, one is a little prank, the other is a knife mouth tofu heart, I believe the two of them will get along very happily after getting acquainted with each other.

Kicked open the door of the dojo, and a knife that shimmered with cold light slashed down, you really have to be careful when you come to this dojo, and your head will disappear if you don't notice it.

Even the lark had to take a step back to block the ferocious force with his crutches, and an old man with gray hair retracted the knife from its scabbard: "Your alertness really hasn't changed at all. Then he pointed to Long Gui, who was holding the sword behind the lark: "Is that girl the one you want to bring to practice this time?"

The lark retracted the duckweed crutch: "I don't care what method you use, I just want to ask if you can make her stronger in ten days." ”

The old man didn't speak, stroked his chin and his three-inch-long beard and thought about it: "It's no problem to become stronger, as for how far you can go..."

The lark interrupted the old man's speech with a wave of his hand: "To the level of Amiko, can you do it in ten days?" ”

The old man's brows furrowed tightly, Masamiko is the girl who invited the lark in, she is her granddaughter and her own disciple, since she was a child, she has been trained according to the successor of the dojo, and she knows how strong she is, even if a genius wants to reach that level, she has to practice for a few years in just ten days: "I don't dare to promise you anything, I can only say that I will do my best." ”

"Hey, Skylark, you're not going to leave me in this place, are you?" Long Gui raised her displeasure.

The lark didn't say anything as a tacit, and walked all the way to the door: "You will be practicing kendo here for the next ten days, and you can rest assured that someone will come to pick you up." "I don't know where I disappeared after saying that.

The wind at night in Kuzacho is still so cool, standing on the top of a high-rise building and rotting corpses throughout the city, Yun Dou stood quietly on the shoulders of the lark, although the time is a little short, but the lark has confidence in Long Gui, as for why she is required to practice kendo in Long Gui's system, the close melee cloud is not worried at all, and even the lark does not dare to say that he can retreat with his whole body in the case of being close to a karate master, but where is the corpse soul world, the god of death has a slashing knife in his hand, and the owner of the slashing knife after the beginning of the solution has all kinds of abilities, and it is not that there is no such thing as a close combat, but it can only be said that the difficulty is not ordinary, and Long Gui is not like Chadu Taihu to punch the style, relying more on skills, if there is no weapon to fight with the god of death, it is a joke at all.

It's going to be windy, there are countless big bags and small bags under his feet, and the lark touches the fluff of the cloud bean, and takes out the duckweed for a long time: "Open the door." "It's time to go back, and the lark can even imagine what will become of the Silent Spirit Court in the days when he is gone.

Two ancient wooden doors appeared out of thin air and opened, and a black hell butterfly flew out and surrounded the lark.

Finally, he took a nostalgic look at this modern city, and once he entered, he might never see these high-rise buildings again: "Urahara Kisuke is looking forward to what kind of surprise you will bring me." Slowly entered, and the wooden door vanished into thin air.

In the captain's room, the slowly burning yellow flame illuminated the face of Yamamoto Motoyanagi Shigekoku, and the scar on his head looked even more hideous in the dim light of the candle.

A sudden "Report!" shattered the silence in the room.

"Please come in." Yamamoto really opened his eyes, if it wasn't for something important, the old partner wouldn't have come to him at night.

Minister Jiro walked in: "Your Excellency, Captain of the Fourteenth Team, Kyoya Yunkator, asks to see Your Excellency. ”

"I'm back, it's so old and I want to talk to him." "Obviously, Yamamoto Motoyanagi Shigekuni also wants to understand what is going on in this life, it can delay him for such a long time, and the matter of Rukia Kuchigi is not normal, it seems that everything is not as simple as it seems, in fact, he has long been suspicious since the incident of Kisuke Urahara.

The lark walked in and the cloud bean on his shoulder went to inform the grass arm, and without waiting for Yuan Liuzhai to speak, a big difficult belt was placed in front of him, of course, the best tea imported from China is indispensable, and the big red robe I don't know how many years I haven't drunk it.

In the end, the captain opened the file bag, read it carefully one by one, and each time he read it, his white eyebrows wrinkled a point, and at the end of the reading, his eyebrows were about to stand up: "It was Urahara Kisuke himself." ”

The lark nodded.

"So what do you think about this?" asked the lark for his opinion.

"There's no need for Kisuke Urahara to lie. The lark replied without a hint of concealment.

"In other words, it is all speculation, this matter is important, and without sufficient evidence, the old man does not want to hear about this matter in the outside world." ”