"Boom!"

The location is still Karakura Town in the present world, but the time goes back thirteen hours...that is, at 9:60 last night.

A dazzling flash of lightning suddenly flashed through the originally clear night sky, and then a thunderbolt resounded through the clouds——

"Whoosh——"

"Whoosh——"

"Whoosh——"

Just when the thunder gradually subsided, a series of tiny crackling sounds suddenly sounded in the dark night sky again, and then a white figure hurriedly passed through the moonlit sky, running at high speed into the distance——

"How is this going?!"

"What happened to Masaki's body..."

"What is this void-like hole?"

"Why...she is in so much pain, why?!!"

Under the bright moonlight, the white figure slowly revealed his true appearance: he was a thin young man in his 20s, with silver side-parted short hair, a thin face, and an excessively fair skin, as if he had not seen the light all year round.

Just as sick.

And he was holding a young woman in his arms, who looked like she was seriously ill and dying. She was the pure-blood Quincy Kurosaki Masaki!!

"Why didn't you try your best to stop her?"

"Why...didn't you intervene forcefully in the battle?!"

"Why...", the silver-haired young man who was blaming himself suddenly woke up, suddenly looked back to the side, and saw a tiger-faced figure appearing beside him at an unknown moment, pouncing towards him with its huge mouth open -

"laugh--"

A sharp sword light struck the head, cutting the tiger-faced virtual creature into two halves. Suddenly, it whined and turned into ashes and disappeared into the air...

"Oh my, it's so dangerous! It's such a critical moment!"

As a joking voice fell, Isshin Shiha, who was wearing the captain's haori, put one hand on his hips and carried his Zanpakutō in the other. He grinned and said to the silver-haired young man: "I don't have to say thank you, because I refuse to be sloppy all year round."

Thank you man!!"

"Sloppy man? Are you... talking about me?" The silver-haired young man gasped slightly, and after hearing Shiba Isshin's teasing, he subconsciously looked at himself:

I saw that the white coat I was wearing had long been soaked with sweat and stuck to my skin. The originally neat and refreshing silver bangs on my forehead were also stuck into knots with sweat. It looked really sloppy——

"But now is not the time to care about this, right?! Asshole...Masaki is in so much pain because of you, ahhhhh-"

The silver-haired young man couldn't help roaring deep in his heart, but his face was unusually calm. He looked at Shiba Isshin and said coldly: "You guy who can't understand the situation——"

"Eh? What...?" Shiba's eyes passed over the silver-haired young man and landed on the empty hole on Kurosaki Masaki's body in the latter's arms. His two black eyes instantly widened: "Wait a minute, that is...

…Show me her quickly!!”

"No-touch-touch-", the silver-haired young man growled: "I told you not to touch her!!!"

"I..." Zhibo looked at the silver-haired young man in astonishment. He had no idea why the latter suddenly lost his temper. After all, he had just saved him!

"Masaki... do you know why she has such symptoms?"

The silver-haired young man gritted his teeth and growled at Shiba Isshin: "You are such an ignorant guy, how long can you keep pretending to be stupid at a time like this!!!"

"..." Shiba Isshin actually began to suspect that the latter was bitten by a bull-headed Hollow in the last battle when he saw the hole in Kurosaki Masaki's body.

At this time, he saw that the silver-haired young man seemed to be on the verge of collapse, so he said nothing and listened silently to the latter venting the despair in his heart in the form of anger:

"Even if I break the Quincy's iron law, I have to protect you as the God of Death... before you get hurt..."

Although the silver-haired young man held Masaki Kurosaki tightly, he felt in his heart that he was losing her little by little, and murmured to himself: "Why... it happened to Masaki like this! Why...

"

"Sure enough, it's because of the injury at that time..." Isshin Shiba also remembered the rainy night a few days ago, when Kurosaki Masaki used himself as bait to eliminate Gyuudou Xu.

"This injury is exactly the same as Xu's... I can't find any other reason! So -", the silver-haired young man's dark blue eyes flashed with sparks of hatred, and he said word by word: "I want you -"

"Stop it, you two." Kisuke Urahara, wearing a dark green short coat and a white and green fisherman's hat, suddenly appeared aside and interrupted the silver-haired young man.

"What?" Shiba Isshin looked over in surprise, feeling that this guy who suddenly appeared was sloppy and did not look like a serious person at first glance.

"There's no time to argue here, please come with me -" Urahara Kisuke raised his hand to press the corner of his hat, his two military green pupils shining brightly in the dark night: "I will tell you to help that girl

s Choice!!"

"Who are you?!" The moment the silver-haired young man asked this question, he knew in his heart that Urahara Kisuke was probably the same shinigami as Shiba Isshin——

Although he has always abided by the Quincy's iron rule of "not having anything to do with the God of Death," he has always held a disgusted and distant attitude towards the God of Death——

Even this attitude gradually evolved into an invisible rule over time: "If we want to eliminate Hollows, we Quincy only need to wait until the Death God dies before we go out."

But... now, in order to save Kurosaki Masaki, the silver-haired young man can only place his slim hope on Urahara Kisuke, the "god of death" of unknown origin——

…

"Senior, senior!"

The calls brought Feng Shen Taichi out of his brief thoughts. When he heard the sound, he looked up and saw a Shinigami wearing a Death Overlord costume running happily from the direction of Karakura General Hospital.

"Oops, it seems to be the Shinigami stationed in Karakura Town... I can't let him recognize my identity, otherwise I will report it to Master Shan and it will be over!"

When Feng Shenta saw the god of death getting closer and closer, he quickly pulled out his Zanpakutō and made a "ten" in front of him, then jumped in...

"Senior, senior, I am——", the voice of the Shinigami stationed in Karakura Town suddenly stopped, probably because he vaguely saw Taichi, the God of Wind:

Was that person just now... Fengshen Taiyi? I... am your contemporary, Moonlight Tornado! Maybe you can't remember it now..."

"Didi, beep, beep..."

At the right time, a ticking sound sounded from Moonlight Tornado's arms. He sighed and looked at the empty telephone pole, then reached out and took out a command receiver that looked like a flip phone.

"It seems that someone is asking for help again!" Moonlight Tornado sighed slightly, turned on the receiver, and suddenly heard a rapid cry from inside:

"Zizhi...here is Bai...zizi...mountain...zizi...encounter...zizizi...and...zizi...an unknown number...zizi...big...zizi...
Chapter completed!