"What? What are you talking about?"

Looking at the guy in front of him who had unknown origin and said something unknown, Kurosaki Ichigo asked with a frown.

"Don't you understand yet?"

Pushing the eyes on his nose, a light reflected from Yulong Ishida's glasses. Looking at Ichigo Kurosaki, who was wearing a dying costume and holding a huge Zanpakura in his hand, Yulong Ishida had no intention of concealing his feelings.

"Kurosaki Ichigo, I hate you!"

"ha!?"

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"Damn, who is that guy?"

Walking in the corridor outside the classroom door, Kurosaki Ichigo was still unable to let go of what happened last night. He was taught a lesson like a person who had met for the first time, which really made him unable to swallow this breath. But he was shocked by his sudden appearance at that time, and he didn't have time to "discuss" with that guy and let him go.

Recalling the situation when the guy said those words in front of him with a proud look last night, Kurosaki Ichigo felt unhappy. Why was he scolded by someone he had first met?

"That bastard, I have to teach him a good lesson when I see him next time!"

Kurosaki Ichigo thought viciously in his heart, then his body suddenly stopped, and a trace of thought flashed in his eyes.

"That guy is...that...what is his name?"

Kurosaki Ichigo stood there thinking,

"It seems that somebody is from Ishida...Ishida...Willie? No...that seems to be an artist who can't become popular...Ishida..."

Just as Ichigo Kurosaki was thinking hard, a graceful figure suddenly appeared from the side of him. Looking at him thinking hard, he was still mumbling with the words, Kurosaki Ichigo Kurosaki reminded him: "Are you thinking about Ishida again? Kurosaki classmate."

"Ah, it's Inoue..."

Turning his head, looking at Inoue Orihime standing behind him, Kurosaki Ichigo was slightly stunned.

"It's Ishida Yulong!"

His head tilted, looking at Kurosaki Ichigo, who looked a little dazed, Inoue Orihime reminded him.

"Ah...oh!!" Kurosaki Ichigo turned around, looked at Inoue Orihime behind him, and said with a little discomfort: "Do you know him very well with classmate Inoue?"

"I don't know much, just because he and I are from the same craft club, so I still know the name."

“Craftsmanship!?”

Hearing Inoue Orihime's answer, Kurosaki Ichigo opened his mouth wide and looked in disbelief. The proud and arrogant guy I saw last night was from the Crafts Club!!?

Under the leadership of Inoue Orihime, Kurosaki Ichigo secretly glanced at the Ishida Yurō sitting in the classroom. It was absolutely wrong. It was indeed the arrogant guy he saw last night who called himself "Mikishi".

but......

After witnessing that guy repairing the doll for his classmates with a wonderful needlework, Kurosaki Ichigo was completely spartan. This guy with exquisite handcraftsmanship is really the same person as the powerful and arrogant guy I saw last night?

After school, on the road.

Yulong Ishida was walking on the way back with a quiet look on his back.

Suddenly, Ishida Yulong, who was walking, stopped his steps and said without looking back: "Do you want to follow me to your home? Kurosaki Ichigo."

"Tsk, you have seen through it."

Kurosaki Ichigo walked out of the darkness and looked at Yurō Ishida who stopped not far away and asked:

"When did you find out?"

"Start from when you and Inoue peeked at me at the door of the classroom."

Turning slightly, Yurō Ishida said to Kurosaki Ichigo behind him. His tone was absolutely not friendly.

"Awesome! It's really a good idea."

"That's because your spiritual power is running around like an idiot, and even monkeys know it."

Ishida Yuri no longer responded to the praise of Kurosaki Ichigo's praise, but instead mocked Kurosaki Ichigo's poor spiritual perception ability.

"I think you lack the ability to detect people with high levels of spiritual power. The best proof is that you have not discovered my existence so far."

"I'm so sorry, I don't remember other people's faces and names the least."

"It's not like that, I noticed it."

There was no intention of accepting Kurosaki Ichigo's apology at all. Ishida Yurō habitually pushed his glasses and started his own ridicule skills again.

"From the beginning of your entry into this school, your spiritual power has been extremely high, and you have possessed the ability of death since late May and the true identity of Rukia Kuriki."

As Ishida Yulong told me, Kurosaki Ichigo's face became worse and worse. The guy in front of him seemed to know everything. This feeling was so bad!

As soon as Ishida Yulong finished speaking, Kurosaki Ichigo saw white ribbons appearing around his body.

"Spiritual?"

"Yes, this is the spiritual network."

"Things that compress the spiritual energy in the atmosphere to visualize it, and..."

As soon as Ishida Yulong finished speaking, Kurosaki Ichigo saw a flash of figure in front of him. Ishida Yulong, who was originally standing a few meters away, instantly appeared in front of him. He grabbed one hand in front of him, and then a red ribbon appeared in his hand in Kurosaki Ichigo's shocked eyes.

"This is..."

Looking at the ribbon in front of him, Kurosaki Ichigo asked.

"Your spiritual network!"

He pulled the red spiritual mesh in his hand behind him, and Yurō Ishida continued to show off his knowledge in front of Ichigo Kurosaki, and at the same time popularized the basic knowledge for him.

"Don't you know that the color of the spiritual network of the God of Death is different from the others, it is red!"

Relaxed his hand, causing the torn spiritual mesh in his hand to turn into a spirit son and dissipated. Yurō Ishida looked at Ichigo Kurosaki in front of him and began to provoke.

"Do you want to compete? Kurosaki Ichigo. Take a look, which one of you or me is better?"

"I will let you understand that this world doesn't need any death!"

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Just as Yurō Ishida challenged Kurosaki Ichigo, Rukia Kuroki had already arrived at Urahara store. She wanted to come to ask the profiteer Urahara Kisuke, a profiteer. Although that guy usually looks unreliable, he thinks he should know something he doesn't know.

After entering Kisuke Urahara's store, Rukia Kuriki didn't talk much nonsense to him, and directly asked him about things she had been paying attention to since yesterday.

"Mique Master? I haven't heard this name for a long time!"

Urahara Kisuke put down the teacup, shaking the small paper fan in his hand gently. He spoke in his usual tone.

"This is really a very nostalgic name! I haven't heard of this name for almost 200 years."

"What the hell is going on?"

When Rukia Kuriki heard the words of Kisuke Urahara and Oritori Reinteizai, he asked.

"The so-called Descendant Master is a demon-retreating clan that had evolved particularly in the world when fighting virtual wars. However, it was destroyed more than 200 years ago."

"Extinguished?"

"That's right, for now, people with abilities like Kurosaki can sense the existence of Xu. They should consciously stand up and practice. This is their origin. Like the God of Death, they are all about eliminating Xu, but there is a decisive difference between them and the God of Death, that is, kill Xu or sublimate him?"

"Compared to the death god purifying him with a Zanpakura and then sending him to the corpse soul realm, the mike masters are obsessed with completely eliminating the emptiness. Think about it carefully, this is based on the idea of ​​being very human."

"Xu eats human souls. It is too cheap to send them back to the corpse world easily in the face of Xu who hurts his friends and relatives. Of course, they think so, so they are determined to kill Xu and always hold the belief of seeking justice for their companions, but it is precisely because of this belief that they have been eliminated."

Rukia Kuriki's face was heavy and listened to Kisuke Urahara telling such an old thing, and she felt a little heavy.

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at the same time.

"A victory or defeat? You and I?"

Kurosaki Ichigo looked at the guy in front of him.

"That's right!"

“It’s really ridiculous!”

After a while, Kurosaki Ichigo suddenly spoke. Just as Ishida Yuruo frowned and asked again, Kurosaki Ichigo continued, "Why do you have to do this? It's really funny! I don't know what kind of holidays you have with Death, it has nothing to do with me anyway."

"I'm very surprised." Yulong Ishida looked at the guy in front of him, "Are you running away?"

"I won't accept your allocation. Why should I divide the difference with you?"

Hearing what the guy in front of him said, Kurosaki Ichigo replied, turned around and left, no longer paying attention to him.

"Ah, by the way, I remembered it."

Looking at the back of Ichigo Kurosaki who was leaving, Yulong Ishida pushed his glasses, opened his mouth, and began to provoke again.

"You are the God of Death who was given power by Rukia Kuchiki, which means the 'Temporary Death'. Without her permission, you can't even move a finger!"

"What did you say?"

Hearing Ishida Yulong's words, Kurosaki Ichigo stopped and turned to look at Ishida Yulong. Young people of this age really couldn't stand the transfer. It was not easy for Kurosaki Ichigo to hold it back just now.

"Okay, let's compete, what you call a winner."

He pulled open his schoolbag and took out the little doll with souls from it. Kurosaki Ichigo ignored his resistance and forced himself to take out the Yihun Pill from his mouth, and wiped it on his clothes with disgust. Kurosaki Ichigo put the Yihun Pill in his mouth, and then the death-gooded Kurosaki Ichigo came out of his body.

"Soul, you're here to watch, watch the moment I'm so sorry for this kid!"

"Come on, please explain the winning or losing rules quickly!"
Chapter completed!