Shinigami Uchiha Madara

Matsumoto Ranben gathered his hands together, looked up at the blue sky, and prayed devoutly.

Five years later, she has also transformed from a petite and weak kid to a slim girl. Due to her developmental stage, her height is equal to that of Ichimaru Gin. The two stood side by side in front of the big tree, their delicate little faces full of worry.

In the blue sky, white clouds float, like the towering tower, always guiding the lost traveler in the opposite direction.

The thoughts buried in my heart are constantly walking on the top of the clouds in the air, mixing not only the sunlight, but also the tears that will eventually pass away.

Whose sorrow is wrapped in the clouds that pass by the wind, and whose figure is hidden in the heart that is falling with the rain?

The figure that once brought the feeling of "home", the figure that once let two down-and-out little ghosts find their support, the stalwart figure that stood up and down.

Just like the happy harbor that the lost sailing ship yearns for, it will always be the warmest haven no matter when and where you are.

The wind never stayed, time never stood still, and the clouds just decorated the blue sky.

Once there was nothing to do at parting, the only thing I could do was to look forward to the return of the lost.

Pray, wait...

Until the aimless clouds recondensed with the breeze. Only in this way can we unconsciously grasp the "destiny" that has been blown away.

Rarely, Ichimaru Gin opened his eyes and changed the way he had squinted before. There was an inexplicable light in his pale blue eyes. When did he look forward to meeting Uchiha Madara on Gotei 13?

Unfortunately, expectations have become extravagant hopes.

Only by praying for the occurrence of a miracle can the expected scene be reproduced.

However, if the miracle really exists, then this cruel world will not have so much sadness.

Miracles do not exist. If you believe in a miracle, it is equivalent to admitting despair.

"Mr. Madara, don't worry, I will kill that man with my own power. Whether it's for Rangiku or the promise we made."

Ichimaru Gin is determined and squinted again, like a cunning fox that makes people unable to see through. He patted Matsumoto Rangiku's shoulder comfortingly, and whispered, "Let's go, it's getting late, we are going back. If Mr. Madara sees Rangiku's sadness, he will probably be upset."

"Um... let's go back."

Matsumoto Rangiku nodded stubbornly, staring at the sky reluctantly, and finally turned and followed Ichimaru Gin's footsteps and left here.

Da da da…

The two of them were worried, and even their feet became heavy. The short journey that could have been completed in one go has become extremely long.

Every step taken seems to have crossed a long epoch, and every footprint left on the ground is accompanied by emotions of reluctance, as if to pray the last prayer.

Rustle...

Gradually, the two of them got into the woods, causing a stir. But just as they were about to step out of the edge of the woods, their raised feet in the sky had not yet stepped on them, and another voice suddenly sounded.

Stabbed!

The harsh sound suddenly sounded, spreading to every corner of the woods.

"This voice..."

Ichimaru Gin and Matsumoto Rangiku stopped at the same time, looked at each other in amazement, and then suddenly turned around, breathing heavily and ran towards the back.

His eyes were red, and a strong look of expectation emerged from the depths of his pupils.

Constantly running, constant chasing, crossing the dense jungle, just to hold on to that glimmer of hope.

The running figure returned to many years with thoughts.

At that time, Ichimaru Gin and Matsumoto Rangiku, who were picking up wood in this wilderness area, rushed behind the woods because they heard the sound of the sky tearing in the distance.

That act, as if it were the destined result of the heavens, also caused the three people who had not met to establish a bond.

At this time, Ichimaru Gin and Matsumoto Rangiku had a strong premonition in their hearts. As long as they return to the original place, they can see the caring figure.

Sure enough, just after Ichimaru Gin and Matsumoto Rangiku ran out of the woods, the blue sky happened to crack a huge crack.

Stabbed...

The sky was torn apart, and black cavities appeared. Then, a stalwart figure stepped out of it.

Uchiha Madara!

"Really... it's really Mr. Madara!"

At this moment, Matsumoto Rangiku and Ichimaru Gin stood there at the same time, unable to believe their eyes. They even thought it was hallucinations.

Matsumoto Rangiku stared at Madara's figure for a long time, emotional waves welled up in his heart, tears came from his eyes, bitter tears slid down on his nose, flowing along his cheeks, and finally dripped on the white plain skirt.

The tears of longing were out of control like a torrent bursting a bank. Matsumoto Rangiku cried pitifully, she stretched out her arm and tried to touch Madara's figure in the air.

In the end, the thoughts that had been deposited for five years turned into a shout, resounding in every corner.

"Mr. Ban..."

Although this shout was not loud, it contained all Matsumoto Rangiku's longing for Uchiha Madara, and even touched Ichimaru Gin's heart inadvertently.

The shout continued to pass, passing through the air, and finally reached Uchiha Madara's ears.

Uchiha Madara stepped out of the black cavity and floated in the air. When he saw the two figures rushing towards him, a kind smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Little ghosts... it turned out to be you!"

Uchiha Madara looked at the poor Matsumoto Rangiku, Shi Shunpo came to her in an instant.

Close at hand, Matsumoto Rangiku could not cry. She ran forward desperately. Finally came to Madara's side, her immature hands held Madara's tall figure tightly, tears falling down her eyes.

Uchiha Madara stopped, stroked Rangiku's head with his palm, smiled and said, "Rangiku, don't be sad, I'm back again!"

Matsumoto Rangiku burst into tears, hugged Madara's body tightly, and didn't want to let go for a moment. She was afraid that when she let go again, all this would turn into a dream.

Sometimes, if you want to leave no regrets, you can only seize the opportunity tightly! ..

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