In Soul Society, love and bond begin

"go."

"Cut the watermelon in the kitchen, put it on a plate and take it to the corridor."

“Remember to shave off the watermelon seeds.”

While little Aizen was trying to figure out what was going on, Fujimiya Makoto casually threw the towel into the clothes basket and began to give orders without any hesitation.

Just kidding, Kiryu is working overtime now!

He's the head of the family, okay?

Little Aizen's face suddenly became full of black lines, and he silently added a premise to the previous sentence in his mind.

If Lord Fujimiya could be a little more normal, he wouldn't be as reluctant as he imagined.

"Yes~"

Perhaps it was the vague little emotion in his heart, or it might be the slight dissatisfaction when he was pressed against the edge of the bathtub to rub the mud. Xiao Aizen, who had always been polite and upright since entering the house, unconsciously stretched out the last word when he agreed.

Like real kids.

But the next moment, he immediately became alert, retracted the emotion that was unique to children, turned quietly and walked towards the kitchen.

When Fujimiya Makoto heard that little dissatisfaction, a slight smile appeared on his face.

"Don't go there naked, your clothes are on the cupboard!"

Little Aizen turned around again and ran towards the kitchen with the small-sized clothes in his arms.

A little embarrassed.

"Fortunately."

“Is it a child who has the opportunity to be shaped?”

Seeing his appearance from afar, Fujimiya Makoto's eyes were filled with emotion.

Although over the years, due to the slander of some malicious people and Xiao Podao, the image of Fujimiya has become a little negative in the eyes of some people.

But in fact, Fujimiya Makoto has always been a very cautious person.

Whether facing Unohana, Yamamoto, or Yhwach, he always anticipated the worst under the conditions at the time.

Naturally, there is no exception when it comes to coming into contact with Aizen.

Even if all the characters that have appeared in "Bleach" are ranked in order, although Aizen Sosuke is not the strongest one, his wisdom, means and abilities make him the one that Fujimiya Makoto fears the most.

none of them.

Because of this, even though the current 'Aizome Sosuke' is just a tiny guy that is not even as tall as his waist, his strength is no more than that of a vice-captain.

However, Fujimiya Makoto still responded to him with the greatest degree of temptation and speculation.

And...the expectations that go with it.

"Dong dong dong."

Perhaps because he used to be a servant in the Aizen family, Sosuke was quite familiar with most of the household chores, and his knife skills when cutting watermelon were not at all unfamiliar. After a while, he trotted to the corridor of the courtyard with a large plate full of watermelons.

"Fujimiya-sama?"

He asked in a low voice, still as if he were a servant.

"Just leave it here."

Fujimiya Makoto was wearing a loose black yukata, revealing a large area of ​​fair and strong skin at the collar. His wet long hair was tied casually into a piece, and there was a pot of tea and senbei beside him.

The warm afternoon breeze blew across the open space outside the courtyard corridor, softly ruffling the young man's black hair.

The wind chimes on the eaves swayed and jingled.

Fujimiya Makoto was half leaning against the wall under the eaves, looking lazy and leisurely, with his eyes slightly squinted in comfort.

Little Aizen put down the watermelon in his hand and was about to retreat obediently.

"Why are you leaving? Let's eat together." Fujimiya Makoto said as a matter of course, and reached out to pick up a piece from the plate.

Aizen Sosuke was stunned at first, but then he didn't say anything. He just sat down obediently as ordered, took a piece of watermelon from the plate, and took a light bite.

Juice overflows.

Very sweet.

At this time, he felt somewhat relieved.

It seems that there is nothing wrong with Lord Fujimiya except that he is a little bit stupid.

However, even though he was thinking this in his heart, there was no rude expression on Aizen's face, and he didn't reveal even a trace of emotion, and he remained silent.

It's enough to act like a spoiled child once in a while.

He's not really a kid.

As for why Lord Fujimiya asked him to eat with them, little Aizen had an idea in his mind. It was nothing more than the way wealthy families train their assassins - showing favor, appeasement, and binding interests.

He is sober and rational enough.

He knew very well that the only thing that made him worthy of others' favor was his unparalleled talent that had not yet been realized.

Although he still looks like a child, the young Aizen Sosuke has already seen a lot of the world.

Whether he was captured and brought to live in a mansion, ate delicious meals, or took a bath and had his back rubbed together like a father and child, little Aizen did not have too many ups and downs in his heart, let alone any gratitude.

He knew that everything he gained now would be repaid with actions and life in the future.

It's just an equal transaction.

Thinking of this, Aizen's heart, which had been jumping with joy for tasting the sweet watermelon, calmed down unconsciously.

Reason is a sobering poison.

Next, we should find a way to teach skills, or hint at some words about the lord's righteousness and repaying kindness, right?

These are all common methods.

Aizen Sosuke's heart became calmer and calmer, and he waited quietly for Fujimiya Makoto's next words.

"Sosuke."

The two of them ate the watermelon piece by piece until there was only one piece left on the plate.

Fujimiya Makoto suddenly spoke.

coming.

Little Aizen sighed in his heart, but spoke without slowing down:

"Yes."

However, Fujimiya Makoto's words made him stunned.

"If you didn't have to be a god of death, what do you think you would want to do?"

"Eh?"

The words were completely contrary to what he expected, so little Aizen was unable to react for a moment. He subconsciously answered with a question particle and looked at him blankly.

Fujimiya Makoto didn't seem surprised, but instead repeated it patiently.

But this question made Aizen, who had been so confident just now, feel stunned and confused for a moment.

The young boy who had lived for a long time for survival and revenge, until that moment, had never imagined what his life would be like without having to live for those goals.

He thought that since he had been "discovered" by Fujimiya Makoto and others, he naturally had nowhere to escape.

From the beginning to the end, he was only thinking about how to sell himself at a higher price.

Extremely talented, submissive, outstanding learning ability, and a maturity far beyond his peers...

All of this was the armor he used to arm himself.

But Fujimiya Makoto's words were like a feather arrow, easily piercing the gap in his helmet.

"I...haven't thought about it."

Little Aizen put down the watermelon rind in his hand.

Don't be too clever in front of an opponent who is too strong - this is also the experience he learned in his limited life.

"With a talent like mine, wouldn't it be a waste if I didn't become a Death God?"

He raised his head and looked at Fujimiya Makoto.

Even Aizen himself thought so from the bottom of his heart.

"How dare you say that."

Fujimiya Makoto smiled calmly, picked up the last piece of watermelon, and changed the subject: "But what I asked is 'what you want to do', not 'what you should do'."

"In terms of talent, it's no exaggeration to say that you're only inferior to me and the captain."

"In fact, it is very likely that even the captain-general is far inferior to you in terms of spiritual pressure."

"But... snap."

"I myself don't like the job of a Death God at all."

Little Aizen was stunned when he heard this, and looked at him in confusion: "But, Master Fujimiya is clearly..."

"I know I know."

Fujimiya Makoto interrupted rudely, "The strongest in Soul Society, the Cross Blade that slew Yhwach, the Uncrowned Emperor of the Supreme Being, the first-place winner of the Women's Shinigami Association's competition for who they most want to marry into, the most handsome man in Soul Society... I'm tired of hearing these compliments! But that's not what I'm asking."

Little Aizen opened his mouth and then closed it again.

What he wanted to say was simply 'I saved the people of Soul Society'.

As for the nicknames that follow.

I've never even heard of it.

Could it be that Lord Fujimiya made it up himself?

How shameless.

The little child speculated in his heart with some malice, but was very smart and didn't say it out loud.

He had long seen how petty Fujimiya Makoto was.

As for Fujimiya Makoto, whose thick skin was sharpened by the small broken knife, he did not show even the slightest bit of worry and looked at him calmly:

"What you want is what matters most."

Little Aizen hesitated for a few seconds, then said tentatively, "I want to... learn how to become stronger."

"anything else?"

“I want to know what the world is like.”

"anything else?"

“I want to do something that no one else can do!”

"anything else?"

"I want to be surrounded by many people and be admired by everyone..."

Under Fujimiya Makoto's guidance, little Aizen slowly let down his guard without realizing it, or perhaps he simply felt that with what he knew in his little head, there was no need to be on guard against anyone, and subconsciously spoke out his true thoughts.

At the end of the words, a blush of embarrassment appeared unconsciously on the little face that was always serious.

However, the bullets he shot into the sky in his youth would always inadvertently pass through time and hit him right between the eyebrows.

Listening to the innocent words of the little man in front of him, Fujimiya Makoto seemed to have sketched out the shadow of the peerless and independent Aizen Sosuke in the future, sitting high on the throne of the sky.

He was lonely, arrogant, pretentious and superior.

Look down on all fools in the world equally.

The only person he can look up to is Urahara Kisuke, who can rival him in terms of thought and intelligence.

So, in this loneliness and arrogance, he rejected the Broken Jade and pushed himself step by step into the hell that could not trap him at all.

If I have to say, no one can defeat him.

It's just that Aizen trapped himself.

How can we change this boring ending?