Chapter 218 217: Rainy

I.

Take the heart back.

I.

You will also get your strength back.

It has been nine hundred years since the last pain.

Injuries will heal, breathing will calm down, and consciousness will gradually calm down.

but……

This humiliation and resentment cannot be eliminated.

We are abandoned people, not cared for, and unable to gain a foothold in this world.

Poor, sad.

The clan called Quincy has only this little remnant of the power they have accumulated over thousands of years.

What a sigh...

For the sake of family records, he put down his body and mixed his own blood.

It’s really touching, but more of a lament.

This must be a helpless move. If not... how could the Quincys, who are proud, complacent and arrogant, be reduced to such a state.

If I no longer have sympathy for these confused children, how can there be any redemption?

Therefore.

Come back, everyone.

Back into my father's arms.

Let me tolerate your imperfections and deficiencies.

Just as heaven and earth turn into chaos, everything returns to oneness.

No need to be afraid or troubled. As long as you entrust your body and mind to me... you can be freed from this hardship.

Dong·dong·dong…

The melodious bell rang.

On the dusky earth, countless people raised their heads and saw streaks of blue light coming from all directions.

It was a torrent built by spiritual beings.

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

Returning all things to this place, how can such a majestic person not allow others to surrender?

The crowd fell to their knees and shouted sincerely and passionately.

His Majesty.

Nine hundred years to retrieve the heartbeat.

Ninety years to regain the power.

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

Become a part of me, be with me, and conquer this world once again.

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

Breeze, sunshine, the murmur of the people.

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

The blue light band falling from the sky completely covered him.

Like the Holy Son bathed in the sweet rain, under the strong wash, the clothes on his body were dismembered, broken, and disappeared invisible.

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

Feel it.

Everything that comes with power and return.

Some are crying, some are wailing. I even heard curses and slight begging for mercy...

What a feeling.

The Quincy, who was once so brilliant, would fall to this level after being mixed with impurities.

From this point of view...my decision is absolutely correct.

Be proud of your identity.

Awe-inspiring for strength.

If you can't be so reserved, then become our food and the cornerstone on the road to hegemony.

No problem.

A forgiving father forgives all rudeness.

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

In a daze, the Quincy King, bathed in the sky, opened his mouth slightly, hummed, and spoke those extremely holy words.

This is forgiveness, this is mercy.

This is...

Soul Recycling·Holiness.

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…

…

The sense of time passing is not strong.

Even when 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 dark limbs, which were like mist.

He let out a confused murmur.

who I am?

Where am I?

What am I going to do?

There are no thoughts, and there is no way to know the content.

Memories are hazy and fragmented fragments. If you have enough time, you may be able to fully analyze them and gain a deep understanding of their contents.

But now doesn't seem to be the time for such things.

Because the sky...

It started to rain again.

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

Humidity, coldness, and a bone-chilling chill make people yearn for warmth and sunshine.

We can’t stop here – we have to do something.

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

Desolate, deserted.

In this borderless world, more and more water remains under our feet.

The gray sky showed no sign of getting better. At this moment, it just continued to become depressed and low.

It's as if the whole world is being pressed down and turned back into indistinguishable chaos.

It gives people a subtle sense of suffocation.

I don’t know how long I’ve been gone...

finally.

He stopped.

In this hazy world, he saw a figure with his back turned to him.

Short back.

Rubbing his hands on his face, low sobs came intermittently, mixed in with the patter of rain.

Sad and pathetic.

"...Why are you crying?"

"I miss my mother."

What a simple reason.

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

"Wouldn't it be better to go find her?"

The other person shook his head, his head getting lower and lower.

"Mom is dead."

"..."

"Dad still has to work."

"..."

"I have two younger sisters to take care of. I am the older brother and 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's head.

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

"But she is no longer here..."

"No, she should still be here."

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

The tears and snot mixed on his face, and he looked as pitiful as a stray animal.

"Where is it?"

"You just can't see it yet."

"Liar..."

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

While wiping away his tears, miraculously... the seemingly endless rain was temporarily relieved for a while.

"Then, who are you?"

"I..."

I can't remember my name.

I can't even introduce myself.

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

Mixed in the shadows in the mist, the man seemed to show a plain smile.

"I am a part of you, I am...your power."

"My power?"

"Yeah, that's it."

As if he had regained some spirit, the child stood up and gestured up and down to show the difference between himself and the other person.

"I, can I grow this tall in the future?"

"It should be taller than me."

"Really?!"

"Yeah, that's for sure."

You in the future.

You will definitely become stronger and more powerful, and use your own power to protect everything.

So.

"Don't cry anymore in the future, okay?"

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

"This sky will also begin to feel sad and cry."

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

After all, this is a thing that is too forced, and it is still unclear whether an adult can do it...

Not to mention this brat?

"But, but...I will miss my mother."

Yes.

This is also unavoidable.

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

Fortunately,

This kid is unexpectedly ‘easy to talk to’.

He wiped his nose and wiped away his tears.

His slightly raised head showed a bit of trepidation, but also a vague sense of expectation.

“That… if I don’t cry, can you… let me hug you?”

It was a little surprising.

But it wasn’t exaggerated to the point of surprise.

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

“Aren’t you afraid? I look…”

His whole body was emitting black smoke like thick fog, and his facial features and appearance could not be seen, and he couldn’t even feel the slightest ‘human’.

If he was left outside.

I’m afraid it would be able to stop a child from crying at night.

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

“Not afraid.”

Really?

Perhaps it was because of the ‘same origin’ relationship.

The two sides did have a subtle and definite sense of connection.

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

"Is this all right?"

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

The two hugged each other tightly.

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

The water under the feet slowly receded, and at this moment, it returned to its most normal appearance.

"So warm..."

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

"What's your name?"

"Kurosaki..."

"Hmm?"

"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, normal people in the house had gone to bed.

It is normal that such "disturbing" behavior should not be done...but for Kurosaki Isshin at this moment, he didn't care about these things at all.

Because his son was missing.

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

The neighbors who had gathered because of the riot came forward one after another, and they all showed nervousness.

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

While grinning, his tone was full of annoyance.

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

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

"I told Ichigo in advance and asked him to pack up and eat something, and then take care of his sister to sleep."

But I didn't expect it.

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

At this time, there was nothing you can do about being anxious and exhausted.

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

How could he leave home and go to other unclear places in the middle of the night?

"I have called the police!"

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

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

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

And just at this moment.

Someone trotted over from not far away.

"Found it! Ichigo is found!"

Isshin Kurosaki stepped forward quickly and saw the figure sleeping in someone else's arms.

"You guy!"

Under the tone of disappointment, the old man wanted to punch him reflexively!

Just looking at the other person's face that was already asleep, and then hearing other people's whispers.

Isshin Kurosaki quickly realized the problem.

"Ichigo was found in the cemetery..."

"I miss my mother too much."

"It's really pitiful..."

It can be said that he realized it late.

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

What an unqualified father.

Full of guilt, the tired old father could only hug the youngest son in his arms silently.

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 more dazed.

An indescribable feeling of powerlessness surged in his heart.

First he went upstairs to see if his two daughters were safe, and then returned to the first floor...

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

There was no need to turn on the lights.

Because only the dim environment could barely hide his tired face.

Raising his hand and rubbing 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.

Now he is no longer a member of the Gotei 13.

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

This is everything Kurosaki Isshin needs to face.

Subconsciously he wanted to light a cigarette, but just reaching for his trouser pocket, the person in question showed a frowning expression.

If Ichigo is still in his arms and he breathes secondhand smoke...

If Masaki is here, he will probably scold him.

"I'm tired..."

No matter in life or in my heart.

"I want to see you again..."

Even just hearing your voice 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.

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

Perhaps this is why the present world seems so fragile.

It is full of desires and struggles, like a fleeting meteor, in this brief flash, it blooms as much light and heat as possible.

Running around is just for money.

In exchange for food, clothing, shelter and transportation.

Like a steel chain tied around the neck, there is only an inch of space wherever it reaches, and there is no freedom at all.

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

He can give up his long life.

But...

"What you want is not what you want, right?"

A bitter smile appeared on Kurosaki Isshin's face as he sighed.

The sound of raindrops came.

It started to rain.

——It's really annoying, this kind of weather.

Just seeing it reminds people of everything that happened that day.

That's why.

The father's heart also started to rain.