"Is that what Death looks like?"

Kifune looked at the black human-powered cart Amagai Susuke was riding on slowly moving away, his dark gray eyes flashing with excitement: I understand! I too... will definitely become a god of death!

Saori, on the other hand, had been sitting on the ground holding a lunch box, staring blankly at the human-pulled cart in the distance with a pair of green eyes. Amagai Susuke's smile kept appearing in her mind, and her face was slightly red, and she didn't know.

What's going on in my mind.

"Wow!"

As Amagai Suosuke left, the crowd of onlookers dispersed in a hurry, and soon they were all gone. Only Kifuri and Saori were left in the entire Tanshu Street, looking at each other.

"Hey!" Feng Shen Huatou stretched out his hand, waved it in front of Kibuneri and Saori, who were obviously nymphomaniacs, and said: "Wake up! Wake up! The shit is leaking out!"

"Ah?!" Saori reacted first and quickly covered her mouth, but found that she had been deceived and said angrily: "Huateng-kun, you are lying again!"

It turned out that three days ago, when Saori asked who Kubo was leading, Feng Shen Huafu told her seriously:

Kubo Daito is a distant relative of mine, one of the sages in the Forty-six Central Chambers, his reputation is spread far and wide, and he is deeply loved by many drifting souls.

The innocent Saori saw the sincerity of Fuugami Kato's words, so she believed them to be true. Unexpectedly, at night, Kifuri pointed out the flaw in it without politeness:

The members of the forty-sixth room in the center are all composed of nobles and elders from the Soul Society. They have been in the Soul Society for a long time. They are either rich or noble. How can they have poor relatives like Feng Shen Huatou who just came from this world?

?

Fuugami Huato tried to use his sharp tongue to argue with Kibuneri, but the latter rolled his eyes several times whiter than a hygienic ball——

This time was no exception. Kifune rolled her eyes at him, then folded her arms and wanted to leave coolly, but ended up stepping on the watermelon rind, causing it to fall and gnaw on the ground.

"Invisible pretense is the most deadly." Feng Shen Huateng shook his head, took a piece of rice ball from Shazhi's hand, put it into his mouth, and said teasingly:

"People say that cows eat grass, but what they squeeze out is milk! But what you eat is grain, but what you squeeze out is brains! Use your wisdom, you are not pretending like this!"

"Idiot!" Kifune got up from the ground angrily, kicked away the piece of watermelon rind that caused him to fall, then looked around and said angrily: "Don't let me catch this guy, or I'll kill him

he!"

"Oh, then I wish you good luck!" Feng Shen Hua Teng looked thoughtfully at the green-skinned and black-striped watermelon rind that flew out.

"Hmph!" Kifuri rubbed his chin that hurt from the fall, walked over and took the rice ball handed over by Saori, took a vicious bite and said:

"That God of Death is right, we also have to become the God of Death! Only by becoming the God of Death can we not go hungry! We can't live in such a ghost place!"

"Ari!" Saori glared at Kifuri angrily, then took out a rice ball from the lunch box and stuffed it into his hand, saying: "Don't say such things in the future! Eat it quickly!"

"..." Kifune said nothing and ate the rice ball silently, while Saori held the rice ball and ate it in small bites. In an instant, the scene became quiet, and only gentle chewing sounds could be heard.

At this time, a familiar neighbor passed by Tuanchu Street and saw Saori and others eating rice balls. They shouted in surprise:

"Saori! Are you and Ari usually full just by drinking some water? Why are you eating rice balls today? Are you sick??"

Shazhi shook her head after hearing this, but didn't know how to explain it. The wind god Hua Teng saw it and thought silently in her heart:

"Sure enough, after Saori and Kibuneri were affected by the pressure of the Death God, their physical strength was exhausted and they felt even stronger than usual. It seems that they were born to be Death Gods!"

Thinking of this, Feng Shen Huateng put the last rice ball in the lunch box into Saori's hand and said: "Saori, you are a girl, and your body is growing, so you should eat more!"

"Huh? Huateng-kun, how about... let's share it together!" Saori held the rice ball and looked pitifully at Feng Shen Huateng.

"You can eat, I'm not hungry." Feng Shen Huateng thought of the white-clothed swordsman he dreamed of before passing out, shook his head, indicating that he was already full, and then walked away silently.

Saori and Kifune realized that the wind god's painting of the vines was not a fake, so they stopped being polite and each ate up the rice balls in their hands, and then went back to the hut in the forest, spending the night without talking.

…

The next day, in the early morning, the sky was gray and it looked like it was going to rain. A small breeze came from all directions, blowing the grass clippings in the wilderness and flying in the air.

By a small lake beside the Sixth Forest of Runlinan, Kibuneri sat with his arms folded on the trunk of a zelkova tree by the lake. A pair of dark gray eyes stubbornly turned to the depths of the sky, as if looking into the distance.

, and seems to be escaping from something.

The Fengshen Painted Vine leaned silently next to the zelkova tree, staring at a lonely tomb by the lake with a pair of dark eyes, with an inexplicable compassion in his eyes:

Buried deep inside that tomb is Saori's mother, a woman named Mihoko. At this moment, Saori is kneeling in front of the tombstone, burning incense and crying softly.

It is said that more than a hundred years ago, Mihoko had a car accident on the way to send Saori, who was only 5 years old, to school. Both mother and daughter were killed, and they were extradited to Soul Society by the God of Death, Asido.

Later, a certain aristocratic man who had just lost his first wife met Mihoko when he was paying homage to his deceased wife in Runlin'an. Because she looked exactly like his deceased wife, he insisted on bringing Mihoko and Saori into the clan, regardless of the objections of the elders in the family.

The two lived a wonderful life together after their marriage, and they had another daughter. Together with Shaozhi, the family of four was enjoying themselves happily.

Unexpectedly, not long after, the master suddenly died suddenly, and Mihoko and Saori, who had lost their support, were expelled to Rukongai by the clan elders. It has been more than a hundred years until today...

…

"Kifune, what's the name of that gentleman?" the wind god painted vine under the tree suddenly asked.

"..." Kibuneri on the tree heard this, turned his head to look at the wind god painted vine, then shook his head and said: "I don't know, Saori has never mentioned it. Maybe... Saori's mother hasn't mentioned it either.

Told her."

"Then how do you know these things?"

"I... heard it from my neighbors." Kibuneri sighed and said, "Some of them used to be members of the Gotei 13th Division, and they vaguely remember what happened back then."

"What's that soldier's name?"

"My name is...Takizawa Ichiro!"

"This name sounds like it was made up right away!"

"how come!"

"Where's that guy?"

"Probably he is...dead." Kibuneri's forehead was sweating. He probably didn't expect that Feng Shen Huatou would be so serious and have the momentum to break the casserole and ask the truth.

However, this time, Fengshen Painted Vine just said "Oh" and then said nothing again. It silently watched the sunrise in the east and climbed up little by little.

Kifuri breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that Saori had returned from offering sacrifices to his deceased mother, he jumped down from the tree, wrapped up Saori with the wind god painted vines on the left and right, and slowly walked towards the west of the Seireitei Hakudo Gate.
Chapter completed!