chapter 11

"You know what a fart, it's masculine, and the heavier the taste, the greater the charm." Muguruma Kensei responded forcefully.

"You two have a face to say about us."

"Yeah, these two idiots are obviously the most quarrelsome."

Hirako Shinji and Sarugaki Hiyori were gloating. They were arguing not long ago, but now they stand aside and watch the show happily, just to lift a small bench and eat melon seeds.

"Okay, let's all be quiet. Instead of fighting each other, why don't you listen to me playing an elegant piece of music?"

Ōtoribashi Rōjūrō, with conspicuous long blond curly hair and dressed in the costume of a Western medieval gentleman, is now gracefully playing with the violin next to him.

"Great, it's my first favorite performance again!" Kuna Mashiro, dressed as an alien wearing goggles and an orange scarf, smiles like a three-hundred-jin child.

"Please, also play a woolen yarn. Don't mess with it at this time." Love Aikawa rubbed his forehead helplessly, his explosive head looked particularly eye-catching.

The whole warehouse was in a mess.

Of course, this is also a daily portrayal of the Masked Legion.

Since they were forced to defect to Soul Society, they had to abandon their past identities, drifting on the edge of Shinigami and Void, hiding in the present world. Because of their hostility to Gotei 13, they didn't even want to admit that they were Shinigami, and had been thinking about revenge every day and night for decades.

"Okay, let's get back to the topic." Seeing the situation was out of control, Sarugaki Hiyori stood up at the right time, "Hirako, what accident happened so late today?"

Years of tacit understanding made her realize that things are not that simple.

As soon as Hirako said these words, everyone stopped arguing tacitly and turned their attention to Hirako Shinji. The entire warehouse suddenly became silent.

Everyone was waiting for Hirako Shinji to speak.

Trying to clarify the truth of the matter.

Feeling the gaze of the little friend, Hirako Shinji narrowed and sloppy, and his expression gradually became serious, "Sure enough, I still know me best in the world. Today, when I was walking in Karakura Town, some accidents did happen."

These words were like a torpedo, blasted into the hearts of everyone.

"Unexpected? Hirako, please make it clear that our traces have been exposed, right?" Muguruma Kensei was the first to be unable to restrain his temper, his face became as solemn as a rock.

Since the Hollow night was framed by Aizen, everyone in the Masked Legion fell into Hollow and was convicted of a felony by Central 46, and eventually had to Soul Society, and remained hidden in this world. Even though decades have passed since that incident, the Masked Legion still has a lot of grudges. And for countless days and nights over the years, what they worry most is the issue of whereabouts exposure!

"Kenshi, don't make a fuss, okay? The whereabouts are not revealed, I'm talking about other things, okay!" Hirako Shinji took his ears casually, "I just found a very interesting human."

"Eh, I heard that right? There are humans that interest you?" Yadoumaru Lisa nudged the gold glasses, a touch of fine light bloomed in Wei Mi's eyes.

"Do I have to lie to you?" Hirako Shinji shrugged.

"Isn't it just a human being. As for making it so mysterious?" Sarugaki Hiyori frowned in dissatisfaction. She thought it was an ulterior secret.

"No, no, Ling Yun is not an ordinary human being."

Seeing that Hirako was about to raise his fist again, Hirako Shinji hurriedly waved his hand and explained, "He not only has a high concentration of spirituality, but he also punched a fist to death."

"Huh? The human punched the hollow to death?"

Everyone exclaimed in unison.

"Do I have to lie to you?" Hirako Shinji shrugged helplessly. "Although the contact time is not long, I can make sure that he is just an ordinary man and has no connection with Aizen and Soul Society."

Hirako Shinji's words carry a certainty.

Obviously very optimistic about Ling Yun!

"Hirako, able to punch to death, say that his strength is close to that of ordinary team members. How could this happen to a human being?" Muguruma Kensei strongly doubted.

"You think it's amazing, too? That's why I rushed back to tell the news." Hirako Shinji's eyes burst with excitement. "I once talked with Ling Yun carefully. He knew nothing about Shinigami and the void. It's like a blank white paper, with unlimited shaping potential."

"Dead bald guy, I finally understand. Are you planning to train this guy named Ling Yun?" Sarugaki Hiyori rolled his eyes contemptuously.

"Hisari, I don't deny it." Hirako Shinji smiled helplessly, "It's rare that you guys feel more and more boring? I'm a bit tired of this kind of life."

"Hirako, I can understand your mood."

Sarugaki Hiyori was arrogantly akimbo, his nostrils almost up to the sky, "But after all, that guy is a strange face, rashly bringing him back to base will only increase the risk of exposure.

"Hisori is right, we'd better be cautious." Hachigen nodded.

"Actually...we don't need to be so careful, at least Hirako's thoughts are not malicious." Ōtoribashi Rōjūrō, who has been silent, fiddled with his curly hair gracefully.

"I also approve of his ideas." Yadoumaru Lisa put down the little yellow book, "To you greasy uncles every day, I have long wanted to complain."

"Lisa, don't speak so directly, it hurts people's self-esteem, although they are indeed a little frustrated!" Kuna Mashiro leaned to her ear like a rabbit, but did not deliberately lower her own sound.

"Enough, you two nympho!" Muguruma Kensei's angry hair was about to explode, "What is greasy uncle? Obviously we are all Xiao Xian, okay."

"Hey, Lao La ròu is right!" Kuna Mashiro stuck out her tongue.

"Okay, don't fight zui for now." Hirako Shinji waved his hand to be quiet. "Otherwise everyone voted?"

"No need!"

Sarugaki Hiyori shook his head.

"Tomorrow, I will accompany you. If that person can withstand the test, let him join the Masked Legion!"