In the dim sunlight, a little golden light swayed, accompanied by a faint halo.

The boy's expression was serene, but the spirit became more and more transparent.

At first glance, isn't that just Buddhahood?

Ichigo thought the same way, until he heard Rukia's shout, until...... In a trance, he saw that the knife in his hand had transformed into a beautiful demon, eating gracefully.

And that food ......

"Hehe~ taste...... It's not bad~"

The girl in black, who was smeared like an ink painting, lay quietly on the little boy's neck, her black hair falling down, rising and falling as the girl turned around. She seemed to sense Ichigo's gaze and looked at him, her pink lips slightly open, and she made such a magnetic and mature voice from it.

The laughter is gentle and kind...... However, under Ichigo's eyes, everything suddenly twisted!

Is that laughter gentle? Why did he only feel the wordless cruelty from it!

Qiang Chang......

The hand unconsciously let go.

The girl in black was like ink dyed on rice paper and disappeared.

The knife, falling to the ground, made a crisp sound.

Before that, Rukia had already carried the little boy away from the place, and looked into Ichigo's eyes full of unacceptable suspicion.

The emotions in Ichigo's eyes are even more complicated, making people sigh, helpless, painful, sad, guilty, regretful, and unwilling......

The satisfied smile between the corners of the little boy's mouth that never went down made his heart cut like a knife, and he could always see the most unforgettable irony from it!

Save? Amusing! He had forgotten that it was a demonic sword!

"Come out!"

Bowing his head, a suppressed roar emanating from his throat.

Suffering! Wrath! Regret!

Why is it painful? Why are you angry? Why do you regret it?

Sakuya indifferently felt Ichigo's inner changes, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were as deep as a cold pool, without a trace of waves.

The tip of the foot taps on the void and manifests itself again in the outer image.

The snow-white wrist stretched open the pitch-black trench coat, the delicate arms grabbed Ichigo's neck from behind, and the pink lips came to his ear, slightly opened, like the whisper of the night ghost, seductive......

Depraved!

"Hehehehehe......"

"Now, all ...... It's all your fault, you think so yourself, right? ”

"Miss Ben is very kind, how can she take the initiative to hurt others? It's all you, it's all you who have to offer food to Miss Ben's mouth, how can Miss Ben bear not to open her mouth? Servant~"

"Of course...... Just like we did when we first met......"

"You must have something to ask Miss Ben again......"

"Come and beg me......"

"This ......"

"Are you still willing to pay any price?"

Silence, spreading......

Choice, does he have it?

Some......

No matter what......

Anyway, this time is different from the last time, an inconsequential spirit, even if he really dies, there will be no real world trouble to find him, right?

Is it really worth paying an unknown price for such an existence? It's not worth it, right......

So......

His choice was......

"I do!"

Just like the first time!

"Hah!"

Sakiya raised her eyebrows and chuckled.

"Fool~Melon~"

Time condenses here.

The gray spreads, and the world that has stood still in an instant suddenly begins to shatter, and then, reorganized against time!

"The so-called helping people become Buddhas, since ancient times, shrine shrines have been quite good at witches."

Early in the morning, Ichigo sat on the bed in a daze, looking and listening stupidly.

What's wrong with him? After calming down, he looked at the display on the time calendar......

Obviously, if that wasn't a dream......

Time...... It's been turned upside down!

"Miss Ben also has the ability to bury souls."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, letting the wide trench coat press against the bed, the green silk tilted, his beautiful face with a faint smile, he stared into Ichigo's eyes.

"But ......"

The tone, slow and serious, yet seems to be careless.

"Shrine maidens, of course girls...... At least he should be a pretty boy! ”

Pseudo-mothers are also mothers? Suddenly, such a concept slipped through Ichigo's mind. But right away, he automatically added a prefix to that sentence from Sakiya's attitude - "pretty"

"Miss Ben's soul burial is only for this kind of people."

Cuteness is justice!

As long as it's cute, it's no problem, even if it's a pseudo-mother, I'll push it to you!

Looking at the eldest lady with a slightly snow-white chin, Ichigo suddenly realized that he seemed to have received some amazing information...... Delusion?

However, he already did understand the cost of obtaining the ability of soul burial.

Tilt your head ...... The demon approached, and the warmth between his breaths was already palpable.

The embarrassment, perhaps, but quickly disappeared.

There was a slight pain in the neck, fangs were injected, blood was withdrawn, a faint feeling of coldness spread, but the person gradually fell into a special sense of euphoria.

Does this mean that after losing the autonomy of the soul, he even connects his own flesh. Is the autonomy of the body also starting to lose?

Ichigo got up and began to carry out the day that had already been spent once.

Sakiya watched him silently from behind him, watching the little transformation he made towards a girl.

Go out and go to school.

Meet Rukia again, and once again the two of them stand together on the roof of the building, listening to Rukia explain the truth he had already heard once.

Of course, he also received Rukia's "first invitation to complete the Grim Reaper's work"

"I agreed."

"Well, I know it's okay if you don't agree with you all of a sudden...... Wait, you agreed?? ”

"Hmm!"

Ichigo nodded.

"Okay...... And that's where our first job comes. ”

Rukia tugged at the corners of her mouth, looked at Ichigo deeply, and then took out her phone to look at the instruction message that had just been sent from it.

In my mind, I couldn't help but think of those complex and melancholy eyes.

I always feel that it has changed a lot.

Dusk daylight, hazy park reflected.

"This is it."

Rukia spoke.

Ichigo, on the other hand, didn't say a word, facing one direction, his hand, and slowly drew his sword.

Swish!

The moment the little boy and the void appeared, he rushed out.

A flash of cold light, everything, freeze!

Ichigo turned indifferently and looked at the little boy who hadn't reacted to his sudden salvation.

Of course, he didn't need him to react.

Knife, reversed.

Just like last time, the handle of the knife is imprinted.

Only this time, will it be different?

Pause, then accelerate abruptly!

Right on his back, Sakiya manifested, palms folded, pressing on the hand where he held the knife.

"There's nothing to hesitate about, is there?"

If there is no response, does it mean that it is acquiesced?

Scold...... chuckling, the posture dissipated, like smoke and sand.

Boom!

Knife, sheathed.

Ichigo walked away, silent.

Moments later......

The sound of footsteps behind him sounded, side by side with him, and the sound of praise rang out.

"Nice soul burial!"

Rukia ......

Ichigo pursed his lips and said nothing.

At the same time, two very different attitudes, who is wrong?

Perhaps, by far, he is the one who has been the most wrong......