If One Day I Leave

"Gurgle."

Dōsan swallowed hard, and the Raikōhō in his hand instantly went silent.

Ever since hearing about the Seireitei Communications from Hikaru, Dōsan Hanyū has been restless whenever he thinks about those things.

I certainly didn't do anything wrong, but because of my own actions, I may have brought a lot of negative impact to the girl group's captain.

I'm just a student, while the girl group's captain is the leader. No matter how you look at it, the other person should be more affected.

When Dōsan came outside, he saw Soi Fon dressed in elegant attire, her black kimono adorned with yellow stripes—an unusual combination that, combined with her usual aloofness, made Soi Fon look alluring and seductive, like a purple rose.

The only red lipstick on her face seemed to be painted into Dōsan's heart.

"Hoo." Taking a deep breath, Dōsan stood opposite Soi Fon, his legs trembling slightly. He would rather fight Kenpachi Zaraki right now. "Captain, may I ask what is the matter?"

"You seem a little taller." After a moment's hesitation, Soi Fon actually said this.

Dōsan had imagined their reunion, but he never expected it to be like this, let alone that Soi Fon would say such a thing.

"You also..."

No, you haven't changed at all.

Soi Fon blushed, flicked her snake braid, and left Dōsan with only her back turned.

"Keep up."

Following behind Soi Fon, Dōsan finally dared to take a closer look and realized that he was already so much taller than her.

Wearing wooden clogs, Soi Fon walked awkwardly, making a creaking sound with each step, and would occasionally lose her balance and tilt.

After walking for a while, Soi Fon, who was ahead, could hardly ignore Dōsan's gaze. She inexplicably felt hot all over and became increasingly uncomfortable as she walked. In a panic, she growled in a low voice ahead, "Keep up."

With that, Soi Fon stepped out in her wooden clogs.

Ha?

The sudden change caught Dōsan off guard, leaving him no choice but to follow behind.

Gradually, a fragrance of flowers drifted from afar.

Cherry blossom petals drifted in the wind, landing on Dōsan's face.

The further they went, the more petals appeared, gradually revealing a pink ocean before Dōsan's eyes.

Dozens of cherry blossom trees presented the two of them with a world of flowers. The wind blew through the cherry blossoms, making a rustling sound. The cherry blossoms danced like pink auspicious clouds, and the rich fragrance seemed to make the two of them squint their eyes involuntarily.

"So beautiful." Even someone as thick-skinned as Dōsan was stunned by the beautiful scenery before him.

"So... expensive."

This is certainly not a natural phenomenon; it was transplanted from the Second Division of the Ōmaeda Flower Squad as a subsidy.

She needs to reimburse the expenses.

Soi Fon was searching for something in the center of the flower field. After a moment, in the heart of the cherry blossoms, she found a shogi board. With a flick of her sleeve, Soi Fon swept away the cherry blossoms on it.

Do you want to play chess with me?

Dōsan sat opposite Soi Fon, and the two of them did not exchange a single word.

Dōsan can't play Go, and neither can Soi Fon.

Dōsan looked down at Soi Fon, Soi Fon looked down, sensing that Dōsan was looking at her.

'If one day I leave this world, I want to take out a pen and record our story, but I have no paper to hold it all. Our story shouldn't be so short.'

"King's hand."

Soi Fon tilted her head and smiled at Dōsan.

"Click."

The slight sound was buried in the sound of the wind swirling the cherry blossoms.

"Did you take a picture?" Ōmaeda asked the Ōmaeda man in front of him nervously.

The Fifth Seat of the Ninth Division, Honrō Useki, Zanpakuto Seitei In, which, after its Shikai, can even be hidden from the senses of Captain-level.

Honrō Useki was originally an ordinary member of Soul Society, but a few weeks ago, he became an internet sensation after filming the romance Second Division Captain Soi Fon and a mysterious nobleman.

He instantly became a top figure in Seireitei, no, in Soul Society.

At this moment, Honrō Useki was excitedly examining the photos and handing Ōmaeda a wad of cash. He couldn't hide his smile, but it was a smile tinged with helplessness. "100,000 rings, Third Seat Ōmaeda. All my possessions are yours."

Ōmaeda took the money, his eyes sparkling, and waved his hand, "Not at all, not at all. The position of vice-captain of the Ninth Division is vacant. With this report, I might have to congratulate you in advance, Vice-Captain Honrō."

"No, no, haha!"

Honrō Useki laughed, tilting his head back. He didn't care about being a vice-captain.

He just wanted to gain more attention and hoped that more people would like his articles.

Oh, the traditions of the Seireitei.

When a man and a woman marry, if their families are of equal status and neither is willing to change their surnames, they sometimes decide the outcome by playing shogi (Japanese chess).

Rukongai, West District 11.

"Captain Kurotsuchi, have you found anything?"

Compared to He Nemu's somewhat perfunctory attitude, Akon was clearly more concerned about the experimental results.

"No, there's absolutely nothing wrong."

"Huh?" Akon was only slightly puzzled. After all, Captain Kurotsuchi had rarely made mistakes since Urahara left. Of course, as a scientist, such a level of misjudgment was perfectly normal.

"But," Nie's eyes shifted at an odd angle, "Although scientists shouldn't be blind, this time, I still stand by my point."

"If that's the case..." Akon pinched his chin, "I'm reminded of a field mission that Captain Kaname Tōsen of the Captain of the Ninth Division once went on."

"I don't recall it," Nie replied without hesitation.

"Because at the time I didn't think it was that important, and Captain Tōsen's explanation wasn't supported by our Twelfth Division's data." Akon explained briefly before getting to the main point.

"At the time, Captain Tōsen reported that an anomaly had been discovered in an area of South Rukongai District 78."

"The initial suspicion is that some entity destroyed a region of Soul Society and then recreated it."

It is a certain entity, it is uncertain whether it is a Hollow, Soul Reaper, or even Quincy.

"Pfft." Nephew's eyes bulged, and he involuntarily ripped off his left arm with his right hand. Blood spurted out with a "pfft," but Nephew didn't care and kept making "hehehe" laughs.

"If that's the case, it explains a lot of things."

"Perhaps someone destroyed District 49 and recreated a new District 49, along with a group of wandering souls who cannot be reincarnated."