Death's Hidden Mobile

And so time continued to pass. Two more months passed in Soul Society, and three months had passed since Natsuhiko entered the Dankai. He had spent sixty years in the Dankai, and Aizen's betrayal had occurred four months prior.

According to the original work, Aizen would have attacked Karakura Town at this time, but that hasn't happened yet.

After all, he did not obtain Kisuke Urahara's Hogyoku, and therefore could not obtain the Perfect Hogyoku.

Will he attack again?

Xia Yan didn't know that if they didn't attack and the situation continued for several years, Yhwach might contact Aizen and launch an attack on Seireitei together.

Of course, Aizen disliked Yhwach's ideas, believing that fear was a necessity for the world.

She might not agree with him, but she also couldn't help Seireitei.

Seireitei is not capable of dealing with the Quincy and Hueco Mundo forces, so the decisive battle must begin. There are probably less than two years left before Yhwach fully recovers his power.

After making up his mind, Xia Yan left the Broken Realm. In the sixty years that followed, his spiritual pressure had reached level nine, which met the requirements for combat.

What he needs next is to master the ability of his Zanpakuto, but the limited space within the Dangai makes it impossible for him to train in Zanpakuto skills.

Thus, the training for the Dangai ended, and Xia Yan began to wait for Aizen's next plan.

. . .

"It's been four months already. Aizen, when do you plan to attack Seireitei?"

On a corner of the rooftop of Hueco Mundo, Gin Ichimaru looked at Aizen not far away and asked with a smile.

Aizen said, "That's not enough. I have prepared a way to deal with Yamamoto Genryusai. The remaining Arrancar are enough to handle all the other captains. If they can't, I can step in. That was my original plan."

Gin Ichimaru raised an eyebrow and asked, "And now?"

Aizen said, "Recently, news came from Seireitei that Natsuhiko is training in the Dangai. As his spiritual pressure increases, the duration of his Bankai ability will also increase, thus prolonging the battle. His ability cannot kill me, but it can kill the Arrancar I created. Once the Arrancar can no longer serve any purpose of attrition, I will have to take action myself, but I will be worn down by Natsuhiko and the remaining captains, not to mention the Visoreds. If it were just these people, it wouldn't be so bad, but the problem is Urahara Kisuke. If my stamina is completely depleted, I'm not confident I can evade his attacks."

Without the Hogyoku, Aizen wasn't confident he could completely defeat Kisuke Urahara.

Indeed, if it weren't for the power of the Hogyoku, Kisuke Urahara would have had the opportunity to kill Aizen.

Gin Ichimaru asked, "So you're only worried about Kisuke Urahara right now?"

Aizen said, "No, we only need to contain Natsuhiko. As long as he doesn't kill any Arrancar, I can preserve my strength as much as possible to deal with Urahara Kisuke."

Gin Ichimaru immediately said, "Then I'll deal with Natsuhiko. He's fast, but my sword is faster."

Aizen shook his head and said, "No need, I will prepare some surprises for Natsuhiko. As for Gin, I need you to lead the Arrancar in the attack, while also restraining any Shinigami who try to pursue me. As for me, I'm going to meet with Yuuyama Genryusai and Natsuhiko."

Gin Ichimaru nodded and said, "Alright, I won't let any Shinigami affect you."

Aizen smiled and said, "Very well, then we'll set off in two months."

After leaving those words, Aizen turned and left, leaving only Gin Ichimaru behind, gazing at the endless white desert, lost in thought.

Chapter 145: The Torn Sky

Time flies, and two months have passed in the blink of an eye.

Are you sure you know you've made a mistake?

Xia Yan looked at Hinamori Momo in front of him and asked softly.

Hinamori Momo nodded and said, "Aizen is a criminal who defected from Seireitei, and I should not protect him."

Xia Yan smiled and said, "That's good, you can go now."

Hinamori Momo stood up, walked outside, and left the room.

Xia Yan didn't know if Hinamori Momo truly realized her mistake, but that was all he could do. He couldn't very well kill Hinamori Momo or imprison her permanently.

Xia Yan only hoped that she wouldn't do anything to harm the Seireitei in a critical moment, otherwise Xia Yan would kill her.

. . .

Xia Yan changed into casual clothes, left the barracks, and came to the arched bridge outside the Second Division, where he waited quietly.

Not long after, a figure came to Xia Yan's side. She had short, neat hair and wore a light purple dress that revealed her fair legs.

"Soi Fon-neechan".

Xia Yan looked at the other person and extended his hand.

Soi Fon placed her hand in Natsuhiko's hand, and the two walked hand in hand to a nearby restaurant.

Today is their date day. The two of them spend every evening together, having dinner and shopping, and then part ways when night falls.

Xia Yan has been in the Broken Realm for sixty years and is now 1.54 meters tall, which is roughly equivalent to a thirteen-year-old boy.

His spiritual pressure is quite high; sixty years is only equivalent to two years in the real world.

At thirteen years old, he was 1.54 meters tall, which is not short. By eighteen, he would have grown to about 1.8 meters.

However, at 1.54 meters tall, he is already taller than Soi Fon, which meets the requirements for marriage.

"Let's go eat."

Natsuhiko and Soi Fon walked hand in hand toward the food street. Before they had gone far, a voice rang out, "Natsuhiko, you're on a date with Soi Fon again."

"Captain of the Beijing Opera Band."

Xia Yan looked at the band leader, who was wearing a floral robe, and quickly greeted him.

"Captain of the Beijing Opera Band."

Soi Fon blushed and stepped back slightly, using half of Natsuhiko's body to block his view.

"You can go ahead, I won't bother you anymore. But Xia Yan, if you have any relationship problems, you can still come and consult me."

Kyoraku Shunsui, with a flower stalk in his mouth, walked into the distance.

After he left, Soi Fon asked curiously, "Continue with the consultation? Did you consult with the Kyoraku leader before?"

Xia Yan nodded and said, "The idea of ​​sending you flowers came from the head of the Jing Band."

"I see."

Soi Fon chuckled softly, hooked her arm around Natsuhiko's, and said, "But I don't like roses."

Don't you like it?

Xia Yan looked at Soi Fon with some surprise.

Soi Fon nodded and said, "I like lilies."

"lily?"

Xia Yan looked at Soi Fon and asked with a smile, "But Yuri and Soi Fon's personalities are very different."

"Aren't they the same?"

Soi Fon turned her head to look at Xia Yan, who nodded and said, "Lilies represent simplicity, innocence, transcendence, purity, and reserve. These qualities seem completely different from Soi Fon-neechan's."

"Are you saying that I'm not naive, innocent, vulgar, or pure?"

Soi Fon glared angrily at Natsuhiko.

Xia Yan quickly said, "No, no, I just meant that Soi Fon is independent, strong, resilient, beautiful, and indomitable. Like a snow lotus, she blooms in winter, unafraid of the cold, and can endure loneliness."

Upon hearing this, Soi Fon laughed and said, "I've never seen a snow lotus."

Xia Yan said with a smile, "After we get married, I'll take my sister to the real world, and we'll go traveling and enjoy the flowers."

"it is good."

Soi Fon smiled as she recalled that time.

The two held hands and entered the Japanese restaurant. They asked for a private room, sat down cross-legged, and then ordered some dishes.

Soi Fon ordered sake and said to Natsuhiko, "Counting the time you spent in the Dangai, you are now 120 years old, an adult, and can drink. So let's drink together today, but don't drink too much."

Xia Yan then remembered that he was already an adult and said, "So, I'm already an adult."

One hundred and twenty years have passed since I came into this world.

But everything still feels like yesterday; the memories of spending time with friends, lovers, and colleagues are still vivid.

Soi Fon poured Natsuhiko a drink, and the two raised their glasses, clinked them lightly, and then drank them down in one gulp.

The sake has a hint of rice flavor and a slightly sweet taste. It has a very low alcohol content of only 16%.

However, even though the alcohol content is low, it can easily make people feel intoxicated without them realizing it.

Neither Xia Yan nor Soi Fon are good drinkers, and after one bottle, they were already slightly tipsy.

Soi Fon's face was flushed, her eyes were narrowed, and she looked intoxicated—very alluring.

Xia Yan sat on the tatami mat, leaning back with his hands behind him, squinting as he watched Soi Fon's drunken state, a smile playing on his lips.

Soi Fon noticed Xia Yan's gaze, rolled her eyes at him, and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Xia Yan said with a smile, "I think Soi Fon is pretty."

Soi Fon snorted, and Natsuhiko changed his posture, stretching out his legs. However, the square table was not large, and when his legs were stretched out, they touched Soi Fon's feet.

Soi Fon is petite, with small feet, only around size 35.

Xia Yan's feet were size 37, which perfectly covered Soi Fon's feet, and he gently touched them.

Both of them were wearing only thin socks, and they could feel the temperature of each other's feet through the socks, especially Soi Fon's feet, which were warm and soft yet burning hot.

"what are you doing?"

Soi Fon squinted at Natsuhiko.

Xia Yan chuckled and gently tickled Soi Fon's sole with his toe. Soi Fon immediately withdrew his foot and said irritably, "It tickles too much."

Upon hearing this, Xia Yan slowly got up and walked over to Soi Fon.

What are you going to do?

Soi Fon looked a little nervous when she saw Natsuhiko approaching.

Xia Yan plopped down next to Soi Fon, turned her body around, lowered his head, and firmly pressed his lips to hers.

"Well."

Soi Fon stared wide-eyed at Natsuhiko's face, which was so close to hers, her body stiffening taut.

Soi Fon's lips were thin and soft, with a wonderful feel. Natsuhiko sucked on her lips and gave Soi Fon a light kiss.