Bleach: The Captain of the Fifth Division Becomes Stronger Through Training.

Chapter 218 217: Rainy

I.

Take the heart back.

I.

And the power will be taken back.

Nine hundred years have passed since the last pain.

The injuries will heal, the breathing will become smoother, and the consciousness will gradually calm down.

but……

This humiliation and resentment cannot be eliminated.

We are the abandoned people, not favored, and have no place to stand in this world.

Poor and sad.

The power of the Quincy clan, which had been accumulated for thousands of years, is now only left with these remnants.

What a sigh...

In order to keep track of the family affairs, he lowered his status and mixed his own bloodline.

It's really touching, but more of it is lamentation.

This must have been a helpless act, otherwise...how could the proud, complacent, and arrogant Quincies have fallen to such a state.

If I no longer have mercy on these lost children, how can I talk about salvation?

Therefore.

Come back, everyone.

Return to his father's arms.

Let me tolerate your imperfections and shortcomings.

Just as the heavens and earth turned into chaos, everything returned to one.

Don't be afraid or troubled. Just entrust your body and soul to me... and you will be free from this hardship.

Dong. Dong. Dong…

The melodious bell rang.

On the dim earth, countless people looked up and saw blue bands of light breaking through the air from all directions.

That is a torrent created by spirit particles.

It is also a symbol of the Quincy's power.

Everything returns to this place. How can people not submit to such a majestic person?
The crowd fell to their knees and shouted sincerely and fervently.

His Majesty.

Nine hundred years to get the heartbeat back.

Ninety years of taking back power.

At this moment, all impurities in the world are completely eliminated.

Be a part of me, be with me, and conquer the world once again.

The man standing on the high platform, overlooking the earth, closed his eyes and opened his arms at this moment.

The breeze, the sunshine, and the whispers of the people.

A heartbeat, a beam of light, a torrent of power.

A blue light band descended from the sky and completely covered him.

Just like the Son of God bathing in sweet rain, under the strong wash, the clothes on his body were dismembered, broken, and disappeared into thin air.

As if reborn, the King of Quincy stood on it naked.

felt it.

That comes with power, everything that comes back.

Some people were crying, some were wailing, and I even heard some cursing and some slight pleas for mercy...

What an emotion.

The once glorious Quincy would fall to such a state after being mixed with impure things.

It seems that... my choice was absolutely correct.

Be proud of your identity.

Awe-inspiring for strength.

If you cannot be so reserved, then you will become our food and the cornerstone of our road to hegemony.

No problem.

A forgiving father will forgive all impoliteness.

From now on, we will be closely connected and never separate.

In a trance, the Quincy King, who was bathed in the sky canopy, opened his mouth slightly, murmured, and uttered those incomparably holy words.

This is forgiveness, this is mercy.

This is...

Soul recovery and sanctification.

……

……

……

The passage of time is not felt strongly.

Even the moment I woke up, I couldn't feel my body.

"..."

The silent man emerged from the shadows.

He raised his hands in silence and looked at his limbs which were pitch black and seemed to be made of mist.

He uttered a doubtful hum.

who am I?
Where am I?

What should I do?
There is no thought at all, let alone any knowledge of the contents.

Memories are vague and fragmented fragments. If we have enough time, we may be able to analyze them completely and deeply understand their contents.

But now doesn't seem to be the time to do these things.

Because the sky...

It started to rain again.

It's not a downpour, but it's still continuous.

The damp, cold, and bone-chilling chill makes people yearn for warmth and sunshine.

We can't just stop here - we have to do something.

Although there was no guidance in any direction, there seemed to be a voice urging him to move forward.

Desolate and cold.

In this world without boundaries, the amount of water under our feet is increasing.

The gray sky showed no signs of improving, and at this moment it just continued to press down and become low.

It was as if it wanted to press down the entire world and turn it back into a chaos where everything was indistinguishable.

It gives people a subtle feeling of suffocation.

I don't know how long I walked...

at last.

He stopped.

In this muddled world, he saw a figure with its back to him.

A short back figure.

She rubbed her hands across her face and her low sobs could be heard intermittently, mixing with the sound of the falling rain.

Sad and pathetic.

"…Why are you crying?"

"I miss my mom."

What a simple reason.

The man walked slowly forward and sat next to the small figure.

"Then why don't we just go find her?"

The other shook his head, his head becoming more and more depressed.

"Mother is dead."

"..."

"Dad still has to work."

"..."

"I have two younger sisters to take care of. I am the older brother and I cannot cry in front of them."

"..."

"Today is my birthday. If my mother were here, she would sing for me and buy me a birthday cake..."

The man reached out and gently patted the other man on the head.

"But if you do this, mom will be sad if she knows."

"But she is no longer here..."

“No, it should still be there.”

The faint sobbing subsided a little, and finally... the little child raised his head.

Tears and snot mixed on his face, and he looked as miserable and pitiful as a stray animal.

"Then... where is it?"

"You just can't see it yet."

"fraud……"

"No, I won't lie to you."

As I wiped away my tears, miraculously... the seemingly never-ending rain suddenly paused for a while.

"then who are you?"

"I……"

Can't remember the name.

There is no way to introduce myself.

But correspondingly, my thoughts have become much more active than before.

Mixed in with the shadows in the mist, the man seemed to reveal a calm smile.

"I am a part of you. I am...your strength."

"my power?"

"Yes, it is like that."

As if he was more energetic, the child stood up and gestured up and down to compare himself with the other person.

"Will I ever be able to grow this tall?"

"It should be taller than me." "Really?!"

"Yeah, that's definitely no problem."

You in the future.

I will definitely become stronger and more powerful, and use my own strength to protect everything.

and so.

"Don't cry anymore, okay?"

Because every time you are sad, upset, and cry.

"The sky will also begin to grieve and cry."

Facing a child whose mind is not yet mature, the man would not say anything overly harsh.

After all, this is a very forced thing to do, and it is still unclear whether adults can do it...

What’s more, he is just a green boy.
"But, but...I will miss my mother."

Yes.

This is also inevitable.

It’s a bit of a headache... After all, there is no answer to this kind of question.

Fortunately.

This kid is unexpectedly easy to talk to.

Wiped his nose and wiped away his tears.

The slightly raised head revealed a bit of uneasiness, but also a vague sense of anticipation.

"Um...if I don't cry, can you...let me hug you?"

It's a little surprising.

But it's not so exaggerated as to be surprising.

The man tilted his head and spoke in a puzzled tone.

"Aren't you scared? I look..."

His whole body was emitting black smoke like thick fog, and his facial features and appearance could not be seen, and he could not even feel the slightest bit of a "human".

If it is placed outside.

I'm afraid it can stop children from crying at night.

But the other party shook his head firmly and spoke without hesitation.

"Not afraid."

Yeah.

Maybe it's because of the 'same origin' relationship.

There is indeed a subtle but definite sense of connection between the two sides.

In silence, the man slowly crouched down, opened his arms, and made a welcoming gesture.

"Is this okay?"

The answer was not words... but a figure running towards him.

The two hugged each other tightly.

The clouds began to dissipate, revealing a wide and bright sky.

The accumulated water under the soles of the feet slowly receded, and at this moment it returned to its most normal state.

"So warm..."

Listening to the voice coming from his arms, the man gently patted the other person's back as if to comfort him.

"What's your name?"

"Kurosaki..."

"Ok?"

"Kurosaki Ichigo! My name is Kurosaki Ichigo!"

at the same time.

"Ichigo?! Ichigo!!!"

Kurosaki Isshin, wearing a white coat, ran wildly on the street.

Because it was already eleven o'clock in the evening, most normal people there would have gone to bed.

Normally, it is not allowed to do such "disturbing" behavior... But for Isshin Kurosaki at this moment, he can't care about these things at all.

Because my son is missing.

"Mr. Kurosaki, when did you realize Ichigo was gone?"

Neighbors who had gathered because of the riot came forward one after another, and they all looked nervous.

Kurosaki Isshin, who had grown a beard and looked tired, slapped his forehead.

While he was grinning, his tone was full of annoyance.

"I, I don't know either..."

"Because a team has made an appointment to come for a physical examination today."

"I told Ichigo in advance that he should just clean himself up and eat something, and then take care of his sister until she goes to sleep."

But I didn't expect it.

"After I closed the door, I found that Ichigo was gone..."

There's nothing you can do about being so anxious and anxious at this time.

After all, he is just a child under ten years old.

How could he leave home late at night and go to some unknown place?
"I've called the police!"

From the perspective of secular power, this is indeed the right solution.

But at this moment, Kurosaki Isshin had almost completely lost his patience.

He was so eager to find his child that he even thought about contacting Kisuke Urahara.

And just then.

Someone was jogging over from not far away.

"Found it! I found Ichigo!"

Kurosaki Isshin walked quickly forward and just happened to see a figure sleeping in someone else's arms.

"You guy!"

With a tone of disappointment in his voice, the dad instinctively wanted to punch him!

I just looked at the other person's face as he fell asleep, and then heard other people's whispers.

Kurosaki Isshin quickly realized the problem.

"Ichigo was found in a cemetery..."

"I miss my mother too much."

"It's really pitiful..."

It can be said that it was an afterthought.

It was only at this time that Kurosaki Isshin realized that today was his eldest son's birthday.

What an unqualified father.

Filled with guilt, the tired old father could only hug his young son in silence.

Sorry...

After thanking everyone for their kindness, he returned home.

Looking at the hospital-residence integrated house, the expression on Kurosaki Isshin's face became much more dazed.

An indescribable feeling of powerlessness came over me.

First I went upstairs to check if my two daughters were okay, then I returned to the first floor...

Holding Ichigo in his arms, he walked towards the living room.

There is no need to turn on the lights.

Because only a dim environment can barely hide one's tired face.

He raised his hand and rubbed his temple... Kurosaki Isshin looked at the photo of Masaki's face on the table.

I really want to find someone to talk to.

But... there is no way.

Today, he is no longer a member of the Gotei 13.

He is a single father who runs a small hospital and has to take care of the growth of three children.

This is all that Kurosaki Isshin needs to face.

He subconsciously wanted to light a cigarette, but just by reaching into his trouser pocket, he frowned.

Ichigo was still in his arms, and if he was exposed to secondhand smoke...

I'm afraid if Masaki were here, she would probably scold me too.

“I’m so tired…”

Whether it is life or heart.

"I want to see you again..."

Just hearing the sound is good.

"These children are like this too..."

But unfortunately, nothing can be reversed. The tragedy that happened many years ago completely shattered this seemingly happy family.

It’s so hard to be a human being.

Life span is only a few short decades, and there is no time to experience any kind of beauty before one is forced to die.

Perhaps this is why the present world seems so fragile.

It is filled with desires and struggles, like a fleeting meteor, which emits the greatest possible light and heat in this brief flash.

Running around just for money.

In exchange for food, clothing, shelter and transportation.

It's like a steel chain tied around the neck, where it reaches there is only an inch of space left and there is no freedom at all.

Kurosaki Isshin has no interest in these things, but for Kurosaki Masaki...

He could give up a long life.

But...

"What they say goes against one's will, that's what it means."

As he sighed, a very bitter smile appeared on Kurosaki Isshin's face.

There was a rustling sound.

It started to rain.

——This kind of weather is so annoying.

Just seeing it will remind people of everything that happened that day.

That's why.

It also started raining in the father's heart.

(End of this chapter)