"Oops!"
Ichimaru Gin's paralyzed body tilted uncontrollably, and the persimmons he was holding loosened and scattered on the ground.
His thin body leaned out from behind the tree trunk, with a stiff and anxious smile on his face. At the moment when he was about to fall to the ground, he regained control of his body, staggered and almost fell out from behind the trunk.
Before he could control his body roll to dodge, he heard the sound of stones ejected from He-El breaking through the air.
Another shot of stones made a sound that broke through the air, and crossed the face of Ichimaru Gin, who had just regained control of his body. A blood line was drawn on his smiling face. Dense small blood drops emerged from the blood line on his face, forming a blood stream and flowing down his face.
"Please don't move rashly. The next stone can shoot through your squinted eyes." He-El said in a calm voice, and another stone appeared at the connection between the index finger and thumb in his hand.
Ichimaru Gin, who still wanted to evade, stiffened his body and stopped preparing to dodge.
"He can shoot really well!"
Ichimaru Gin has discovered that he can shoot accurately.
The first stone shot towards the sky, it seemed to be ridiculously crooked, but in fact it was ejected and hit the numb tendons on the instep of his feet, causing him to fall out from behind the tree uncontrollably.
The second shot can scratch your face while you are controlling your body, leaving a line of blood. That is not a miss, but a warning.
The stone-throwing skills of the person opposite were astonishingly accurate. Of course, the most powerful thing was the prediction of his own actions and a series of psychological prediction actions to get himself out from behind the tree trunk.
The difference in rank was too big. Ichimaru Gin discovered immediately that surrendering was the best option.
"Don't throw stones, I surrender." Ichimaru Gin smiled, stretched out his tongue, and gently licked the blood flowing from the scraped blood line on his cheek. It had a sweet smell.
He squinted his eyes to hide his shock at He-El, and raised his hands helplessly with a smile, expressing surrender.
"I believe in your surrender." He-El threw away the stones in his hand and walked towards Ichimaru Gin.
Three stones rolled to the side, causing Ichimaru Gin to raise his eyebrows slightly.
He-El's behavior of throwing away the stones gave Ichimaru Gin the illusion that he could fight back.
But he knows.
There is no danger in surrendering now, but if you really think you can fight back and attack, you may really be killed.
It is difficult for anyone to tolerate the second surrender of others. The reason why tolerance is a virtue is that it is not possessed by most people.
Even though he didn't have any stones in his hand, Ichimaru Gin was still not ready to challenge this man at this moment.
He-El came to Ichimaru Gin, gave him a slightly ambiguous smile, then bent down to pick up two persimmon cakes on the ground, patted the sandy persimmon cakes, turned around and walked back in the direction of Rangiku.
Ichimaru Gin looked at He-El's back in surprise, and then looked at the four remaining pieces of persimmon cakes that fell on the ground. He narrowed his eyes to a thin line and said to He-El's back:
"The persimmon cakes here are all yours."
He-El walked back to Rangiku and stuffed a persimmon cake into her mouth Barry. She subconsciously held it in her mouth. The stimulation of the food made her wake up from her starvation. She opened her eyes and felt the food in her mouth. Her body became stronger and she quickly bit it with her mouth.
"I said, you only need two pieces of persimmon cakes." He-El also gently held the persimmon cakes in his mouth Barry, letting his saliva soften the slightly dry and hard persimmon cakes, and then ate it bit by bit.
He-El only needs two pieces of persimmon cake to survive this hungry moment, and there is no need to deprive Ichimaru Gin of his survival supplies.
He survived this hungry moment and went to cities and villages. With his own ability, he couldn't find food anywhere, so why did he have to snatch the children's cakes to eat?
Seeing Rangiku biting the persimmon cake in his mouth, preparing to eat it in big mouthfuls, He-El reminded, "Eat slowly, bite a little bit while holding it in your mouth. Don't starve to death or swallow it to death."
"Hmm."
Rangiku bit into the persimmon cake, nodded like a hamster, and slowed down his eating movements.
He-El sat next to her, biting into the slightly sour persimmon cake, bit by bit, passing through her throat and into her stomach, filling herself with a sense of fullness.
Ichimaru Gin squinted his eyes, watching He-El and Rangiku holding persimmon cakes, and his heart gradually relaxed.
He is not a heinous, unforgivable, ruthless person, but Rukongai's resources are really tight, and people are beaten to death every day just for a bite to eat, and bullies are rampant. As a child, living in a place like this, he needs to be careful all the time to survive. If he makes a slight mistake, he will be killed, so he is not allowed to show his kindness.
It is not easy to save some persimmon cakes.
Now that he saw that He-El and Rangiku had no other ideas, and that they still had four pieces of persimmon cakes left for him, he felt a little fond of them.
Ichimaru Gin wiped the stinging blood line on his face with the back of his hand. He glanced at the blood on the back of his hand and looked at He-El who was eating persimmon cakes. He turned around and picked up four pieces of persimmon cakes that had fallen to the ground and patted the sand off.
"Are you going to the village?"
Seeing He-El slowly eating half of the persimmon cake, Ichimaru Gin asked.
He-El took out the persimmon cake soaked in saliva from his mouth and nodded Kaidō: "Yes."
Hear the answer from He-El.
Ichimaru Gin still has no visible expression, and still has a smiling face.
Rangiku, who was next to He-El, stopped biting a persimmon cake and looked at He-El blankly.
"The nearby villages... are not suitable for us children to survive." Ichimaru Gin hesitated and said.
Rangiku looked like a hamster and nodded with lingering fear, agreeing very much with what Ichimaru Gin said.
"What's wrong?" He-El asked as he took a bite of the soaked persimmon cake.
"The nearby villages are occupied by several teams of bullies. They will capture children, and then train the children to steal and kidnap. After training, they will take them to larger cities and let the children make profits for them. No child can come back. It is best not to enter the village." Ichimaru Gin reminded.
He believed that it was because of this that Rangiku came to the Gobi to starve to death.
The village is too dangerous for children like them.
Rangiku held the persimmon cake in his mouth and nodded in agreement seriously.
"Are they very powerful?" He-El asked again.
Ichimaru Gin thought for a moment.
"Just an ordinary adult."
Those bullies say they are powerful, but they are not very powerful. They have the power of ordinary strong men, but they have absolute power to suppress children.
Ichimaru Gin feels that he has grown up and is no worse than them, but now he is just at a disadvantage because he is a child.
Even, Ichimaru Gin felt that the stones shot by He-El were a little more powerful than these adults.
"Do you want to follow me to find something delicious, or should you continue to wander around outside the village?" He-El finished eating the persimmon cakes, stood up from the ground, and walked towards the east, leaving them with a shadow behind.
Rangiku quickly swallowed the last persimmon cake, stood up unsteadily, and followed He-El behind.
Ichimaru Gin hesitated slightly, held the persimmon cake, looked at the backs of He-El and Rangiku, and followed them.