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Although it sounds like a very shameful thing, the Killing Stone still tried very hard to restore its own dignity. In Shiyu's mind, those bold ideas that could not be suppressed at all were like an unstoppable torrent. These were enough as an opportunity, just like a demi-human needs to die once before he knows that he is a demi-human, mutants also have to go through something before they can recognize themselves.

I'm so tired, so alone

169. Title is missing

It was as if there was a sacred chain connecting Kurosaki Ichigo and his Zanpakutō. The completely hollowed Kurosaki Ichigo raised his hand and Zangetsu was pulled into his hand. He swung Zangetsu as casually as if to shake off the dust on the blade, but the wind pressure generated by the mere swing of the sword was enough to lift up a large chunk of the road surface, and Zangetsu once again changed into a slender posture in the pervasive spiritual pressure.

"My alarm clock can also fly back to my hand. It's nothing special... Well, the distance is a bit far." Hikigaya helplessly put down his hand that he had just raised. Oops, he felt like he had lost the first move.

boom!

The ground suffered an unexpected disaster again. A small piece of flying gravel hit the back of Hikigaya's neck, and fell into his clothes along his neck. It had a bumpy journey and finally got stuck in the gap between his pants and his flesh. Hikigaya froze in place for an instant, fearing that the shaky gravel would continue to go deeper.

Slowly turning his head, Hikigaya looked at Yukinoshita who suddenly swung the sword in confusion. Does she know how uncomfortable he is now?

"What is the meaning of your actions, Yukinoshita?"

"Creating an atmosphere of equal strength and imminent battle and comparing strength at the same time is the wisdom of battle, Hikigaya. And your current posture is a bit strange, just like when you usually change clothes. Are you ready to take out your armor, warrior?" Yukinoshita teased.

"No... Actually, when you swung the knife just now, a small stone bounced into an awkward position." Hikigaya slowly reached behind him, trying to make his movements look less... uh, more natural, instead of a guy with dead eyes doing something weird.

"Okay." After saying that, Hikigaya shook the powder off his thumb and index finger.

"Next time...I'll be more careful."

"It's just a small matter, don't take it too seriously."

Yukinoshita and Hikigaya brought this trivial matter to an end, and together they watched the completely hollowed-out Kurosaki Ichigo, who was slowly looking around as if he was looking for something, and was not frantically destroying everything in front of him as Yukinoshita had imagined.

"He seems to have his own ideas. Maybe we can try to communicate with him." Hikigaya suggested.

"Then I'll leave it to you, negotiation expert Mr. Hikigaya." Yukinoshita nodded and gave Hikigaya a trusting smile.

"Nice muscles, my friend. Do you work out regularly?" After becoming completely hollow, the Shinigami suit on Ichigo Kurosaki's body no longer existed. Hikigaya walked forward and without thinking too much, he stretched out his hands and pushed Ichigo Kurosaki's chest. He had experienced this kind of scene many times. What followed was a hug that symbolized friendship.

"You're such a genius, Hikigaya..." Yukinoshita muttered to herself, not wanting to admit that she really thought Hikigaya would have a reliable solution. Was it her instinct of suffering that was finally taking over, or was it that hunters were born to communicate through fierce collisions? What a bad custom.

"Roar!!!" The roar like a wild beast resounded through the sky.

"Do you think he is happy, Yukinoshita?" The scene was too noisy, so Hikigaya shouted.

"It's obvious that the negotiations have failed. Mr. Hikigaya, the negotiating genius, don't be too sad. Everyone has things they are not so good at." Spreading her hands, Yukinoshita comforted.

"I don't think so. It's a familiar development in Higurashi." Hikigaya's voice became increasingly distant after being caught and thrown out by Kurosaki Ichigo...

"I don't quite understand how you hunters make friends."

Holding the hilt of the Shadowless Sword in his right hand and condensing the blood blade in his left hand, Yukinoshita turned around quickly.

"If you're moving at high speeds, wouldn't it be better to be quieter? Are you making such loud noises because you're afraid that others won't notice or something..."

Yukinoshita was muttering to herself, but the next moment her voice was drowned out by the sharp sound of clashing swords.

Tiansuo Zhan Yue was blocked by the invisible sword blade and the blood-colored big sword. The huge force collided, and the ground under the feet of both of them had cracks that spread outward wildly.

Staring at the black flames that were constantly surging on the katana in front of him, wrapped in an ominous red light, Yukinoshita remembered the demon-slashing move that she could not use, and roughly understood why the boy became like this.

Just like a ghost swordsman possessed by ghosts and gods, the monster in front of him must be hidden in the boy's body. So where is the thing that needs to be cut off? It must be something like a ghost hand.

The entangled sword energy turned into a ferocious dragon head, the surging black flames were like a substantial slash, the deafening dragon roar, the virtual mad roar, at the moment of collision, the battlefield was split by two completely opposite colors.

The body is still in human form, the only abnormalities are the mask and the horns. Looking at Ichigo Kurosaki, Yukinoshita thought.

"Hey, hey, why don't you just use the knife..." Yukinoshita said helplessly. At the front end of the pair of horns, red light balls filled with a breath of destruction continued to condense and aimed at herself.

"Get ready to chop the horns, Hikigaya."

The cracks under Yukinoshita's feet emitted a strange light, as if hot magma was flowing inside. In fact, it was surging blood.

"Blood energy explodes!"

The accumulated blood and energy exploded in an instant, gushing out from the ground violently, like a series of heavy punches hitting Kurosaki Ichigo's jaw, and a scarlet flash finally cut through the night sky.

What followed was a pointed iron helmet and a broad sword extending from top to bottom.

The heavy sword crushed Ichigo Kurosaki's horns and fell to the ground. Hikigaya inserted the strangely shaped dagger in his left hand into the ground, and his whole body turned rapidly like an axle. He twisted his wrist flexibly, and the broad sword in his right hand hit Ichigo Kurosaki's face heavily, and the skeleton mask instantly cracked.

"Have you considered that breaking the mask might have an effect, Hikigaya?"

"No, I was just curious about whether his appearance would change, so I took the photo..."

"What should we do now?" Yukinoshita asked.

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"Giving him some recovery medicine should be fine." After saying that, Hikigaya took out a bottle of green potion.

170. It’s not always the strong men who fall from the sky

"Well...I died again."

At the campfire, a blurry figure gradually solidified and stood up. It was Shido Gokawa wearing dragon hunting armor.

"This armor, this axe and this shield are so heavy. Why do my parents use them so easily..."

Holding the axe handle, Shidao carried the heavy dragon hunting axe on his shoulder and muttered in confusion. When his father and mother were demonstrating, their sliding and rolling speed were the same as his. Why did he always miss or bump into Tengu's fist? Perhaps this was the difference between a newbie and a fierce warrior.

At this time, the Tengu standing in front of Shidao had his left arm chopped off, and his bloody body was covered with marks of burns from lightning. Even most of his originally ferocious fangs were broken. For hunters who can reload the save file and prey who cannot, the fate that awaits Tengu is already very obvious.

"We need to solve this problem as soon as possible before my mother comes back..." Shidao shuddered when he thought of the scene of communicating with his father in the locker room. He was just born and raised in Higurashi, so he was not used to this way of communication. His mother was better...

Shidao rolled quickly towards Tengu. When traveling, rolling is faster than walking. This is what Uncle Kratos told him during the last barbecue. It feels like... it's a little faster?

"Are you calling the fleet?"

"Hmm? Yuigahama-san? Where are you?"

Carrying the axe and looking around in confusion, Shidao did not see the familiar bun-headed man. What followed was the roar of Tengu. Shidao skillfully placed the dragon hunting shield in front of him. Apart from the dull sound of "dong dong dong", Tengu could no longer do anything to him.

"The sacred electromagnetic waves connect us. Just kidding, weren't you given a small button on Hyperion? That's a communicator." Yuigahama said with a smile.

"I see you're in a bit of trouble here. You definitely need air support."

From the computer screen, Yuigahama saw Shidou being suppressed by Tengu (it seemed), so at this time, he decided to use a smaller railgun to support his teammates!

After scrolling the keyboard in what seemed like a very skillful manner, Yuigahama's hand stopped on the confirm key.

"Hold on to your shield, Shidou-kun, I've locked onto your target, Hyperion, fire!"

"Wait...Wait?!"

Yuigahama pressed it lightly, closed her eyes and enjoyed the sound of artillery fire. This was Captain Yuigahama Yui's first time firing a cannon. She annihilated enemies of unknown level and saved her teammates from dire straits. This sense of accomplishment was indescribable.

Her lips slightly parted as she gasped, her nun uniform becoming very messy, Theresa lay on the ground with a flushed face, a trace of crystal still remaining at the corner of her mouth. With her increasingly skilled techniques, Yuigahama successfully made this stubborn, older girl's headmaster speak.

"I will never teach the captain."

"Really? Then you better grit your teeth, Theresa."

"Woo..."

Shidao tilted his shield slightly and pushed away the rubble above him. He stood up and saw a huge hole as if it was hit by a meteorite. The Tengu was also blown into pieces.

"Is this probably what my parents meant by, a hunter is never alone?"

......

Yuigahama was still immersed in the joy of firing the first shot. The next second, a red light that streaked across the sky appeared in Yuigahama's field of vision.

"So beautiful...but why is it getting brighter?"

boom!

Thick smoke obscured the clear clouds in sight. Accompanied by a loud explosion, Yuigahama slid to the side and the entire battleship tilted.

"Waaaaaa! What happened?!"

"The Hyperion's front anti-gravity engine is destroyed and has become inoperable." A synthesized electronic sound rang out, alerting Yuigahama to what had happened.

"Gurgle...it's not going to crash, is it?" Yuigahama swallowed guiltily. After thinking about it, she felt that probably no one would blame her, this was an accident!

"The engine at the rear end can barely..." Before he could finish his words, Hyperion fell in a certain direction on its own, but it seemed more like it was being pulled by a huge force.

"Wow! You're lying!"

"Wake up, Theresa!" Yuigahama tried hard to shake Theresa, but she seemed...temporarily broken.

"I can actually lift Judas?!"

Holding Theresa with one arm and dragging Judas with the other, Yuigahama kicked the button to open the hatch.

"Wow... It's so high... Do I really have to jump..."

"Kiana! You're looking at me, right!" Yuigahama shouted, remembering something.

"The captain is really cunning. This will cost you a price. I want more than Theresa."

Hugging Yuigahama's body from behind, the Queen whispered softly. Her beautiful and delicate voice tickled Yuigahama's ears.

"It's your Majesty, what is this little black ball? I don't think it existed before."

"It's a new pet, just call it Xiao Hei."

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"I'm sorry, Ichigo must have caused you a lot of trouble. Um...are you going to give him something to drink?"

Hikigaya immediately stopped feeding Ichigo Kurosaki the recovery potion and looked in the direction of the voice. He saw a middle-aged man dressed in green. Well, he looked like a fisherman on the surface, but he appeared at this time. This man was not simple and maybe he was quite capable.

"Um... good evening?" He didn't understand why the atmosphere suddenly became silent. The two... heroes on the opposite side? ? They were also staring at him blankly, so Urahara Kisuke greeted them.

"Good evening." Yukinoshita replied and fell silent again. As for Hikigaya, after putting on the uniform of the Fran Undead Team, he wanted to remain cool and aloof, so he didn't talk casually and just nodded to greet them.

The interpersonal skills of these two heroes are a bit poor... Didn't they ask who I am and what I am doing here? My opening remarks have clearly shown that I have a relationship with the person lying on the ground...

"Well, my name is Urahara Kisuke. The two heroes... I'm sorry, I don't watch much TV, so I didn't recognize your specific names. Maybe an uncle like me is a little out of touch with the times, haha." Urahara Kisuke laughed heartily.

"I'm a friend of the young boy lying over there, Ichigo Kurosaki. If you don't mind, just leave him to me." As he spoke, Urahara Kisuke walked to the sides of Yukinoshita and Hikigaya, and lowered his head to observe Ichigo Kurosaki's condition.