"Tell me, Madara. Why do you think it's beautiful? Because envy its courage? ”

The light sprinkled down, reflecting on Aizen's body, as if painting him with a layer of gold edge. He lowered his head and looked at the spot lying on the lawn next to him.

Looking at each other, Madara felt that the blue eyes were like a cold and sharp knife, entering from his eyes, and flying into his heart, cutting off his heart knot with a knife.

I am who I am, whether it is me before or now, they are all me!

His gaze gradually shifted from hesitation to firmness, and Madara replied with a chuckle:

"What are you talking about, Aizen, how could I like this flower because I envy it? I just think this flower is like another flower, and I like it. ”

After hearing Madara's answer, Aizen's gaze was no longer as sharp as before, but turned soft, and the smile on his face unconsciously deepened a little.

"So, what are you waiting for?"

As she spoke, Aizen stood up and picked up the shada that was at her feet and handed it to Madara, before turning to leave.

After taking the shallow hit, Madara didn't say any more words of thanks, just took a deep look at the back of Aizen's departure, and then closed his eyes, and silently recited "Pillar Room" in his heart. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself by the small river that I had first met with the pillars.

Madara noticed that Tsuruma was not beside him, so he prepared to stand up, and when he looked up, he saw Tsuruma. He stood on the other side of the river, with his back to Madara, his head bowed in silence, rubbing a stone in his hand.

"Are you up to the mark, Madara?"

Pillar didn't look back, and his voice was unusually serious.

"Of course, Pillars. I'm here for you to take back my power! ”

Madara, who was a little puzzled by the behavior of the pillars, put his doubts behind him after hearing his question, straightened up and replied loudly.

Hearing Madara's answer, Pillar turned his head silently, with a little relief on his face mixed with a little loss and helplessness.

"Looks like you've chosen power. Well, then. ”

As he spoke, he turned around and threw the stone he was playing with.

The speed is not fast, and the strength is not great, and after the stone has hit a few water floats on the river, it came to the other side and was easily picked up by Madara. But after Madara suddenly found that he received the stone, his entire inner world began to gradually distort around the stone in his hand, including himself.

“！”

Surprised, Madara turned his gaze to the pillars, but there was no longer a figure on the other side, only the familiar voice echoed on both sides of the river for a long time.

"In that case, let's feel it, Madara."

"Those who used to ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Madara found that his inner world had begun to reorganize after being distorted to a certain extent, and he himself was beginning to become transparent.

After a long time, the world was reorganized. Madara found himself still standing by the river, but at this time there was still a black-haired boy wearing a long black kimono and a white ribbon around his waist. And that boy actually looks like him!

"Looks like this is who I used to be."

Muttering to himself, Madara looked at his former self with interest.

Under Madara's gaze, he bent down and picked up a stone and threw it at the opposite shore with all his might, only to see that the stone hit two floats on the water, and... Gorgeously fell into the water.

"How can this meeting be familiar?" Madara thought to himself, as if he had completely forgotten what he had done before he met Pillar in his inner world.

Leaving Madara aside, let's take a look at the old Madara (henceforth referred to as "Memory Spot"). I saw that he was very dissatisfied with his results, pouted, and muttered "I must throw it this time", while bending down to pick up a stone and trying again. At that moment, another stone flew over, passed through Madara's transparent body, passed by Madara, and landed on the opposite side after a few splashes on the water.

Surprised, Madara and Madara turn around at the same time, and see the pillar behind him, wearing a loose white kimono and combing a very poor pot lid.

"When you throw, you have to be aware of pulling up, just like this...", Pillar said, keeping the throwing posture.

Although Madara knew Tsuruma, Memory Madara obviously didn't know him, so Memory Madara was not interested in the sudden appearance of Tsuruma, and clenched the stone in his hand, and Memory Madara said stiffly: "I know this kind of little thing as a person, and if I get serious, I can throw it away!" ”

As he spoke, as if he remembered something, Memory Madara's face became a little serious, and he asked towards the pillar: "Then again, who are you kid?" ”

"Well... For now... We're pretty good at it... But I'm on the other side now. Zhu Jian also turned pale, and replied solemnly, but this answer was not solemn.

Hearing Pillar's answer, Madara was obviously a little dissatisfied, and asked again loudly, "Hey! I'll ask your name again, you guy! ”

As if sensing that the memory patch was about to explode, Pillar didn't make any more jokes, but answered the question of the memory patcha seriously.

"My name is Pillar... If you have a surname, you can't say it for some reason......"

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"Hey, wake up, Madara, why are you lying here asleep?"

A familiar voice came from Yaichi, pulling Madara out of the endless darkness.

“？！”

As soon as he opened his eyes, Madara saw Yaichi's beautiful and lovely face. But at this point, Madara wasn't in the mood to appreciate the beauty (as if you normally appreciate?). He shook his head as he stood up with his hands propped up, trying to drive away the pain in his head.

"Ah, Yoyichi, how did you end up here?"

"Of course it's indigo, he said you practice the first solution here, so I'll come and take a look. How about it, have you already solved the shallow punch that Uncle Chunshui gave you? ”

There was a hint of curiosity in Yeyi's voice, and she couldn't help but be surprised when she heard Madara's friend Aizen say that Madara was practicing the first solution here. You know, although the first solution is not as good as the first solution, but it is also very difficult, many soldiers and even many officials in the thirteenth team of the court can't learn the first solution in their lifetime, and Madara got the shallow fight from the guy in Jingle Chunshui this morning, and he can start the solution this afternoon, how can this make others live?

Hearing Yaichi's question, Madara was a little silent, and the figure of the pillar involuntarily appeared in his mind, and... Those memories of the past with the pillar in his youth.

With a sigh of relief, Madara put his thoughts aside and smiled at Yoichi, who was next to him with a curious face.

"Ahh Of course, watch. ”

Madara holds the shallow punch horizontally to his chest, and slowly caresses his left hand from the hilt to the tip of the knife. As he stroked, he whispered to the summoned spirit:

"I've thrown it away, Pillar!"

With Madara's voice, the shallow hit began to change from the hilt to the tip of the knife under his caresse. Little by little, it turned into a huge...

Fan!

A fan with a small black chain attached to the end!

A fiery red fan with a magatama pattern painted on the surface and sharp edges!

A fan called "Pillar Room" that carries the two teenagers' longing for peace!