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With Shunpo's blessing, the speed of the journey soared.

It only took Ichigo less than a minute to see his own clinic.

From a distance, it looked like the lights had been turned off, and it looked like Yishin and the two younger sisters should be sleeping.

"The three of them should be asleep...right?"

When I reached the door of my house, Ichigo stopped and thought uncertainly.

There was once a time when I was looking for the Masked Legion and Urahara Grocery Store.

According to Yixin's prescribed time to go home, he was two hours late.

After returning home, in addition to facing his boxing sparring, Yuzu also asked questions like a girlfriend.

I didn't sleep well at all that night.

As a result, I went to school with panda eyes the next day and was teased.

The situation now is exactly the same as before.

He had to worry.

"Why don't you go in?"

"Are you afraid of my fatherly fist, or are you afraid of seeing a furious Yuzu?"

Just when Ichigo was in a dilemma.

A familiar figure walked out of the darkness.

He skillfully took out his lighter, lit the cigarette in his mouth, and took a deep breath.

Using a different and funny look than usual, showing the majesty that an elder should have.

It's just that the words he said didn't match his expression, and they were still frivolous.

It was none other than Kurosaki Isshin, who had been waiting for a long time.

"Didn't you say that only in front of mother's grave do you smoke?"

Smell the smell of tobacco drifting in the air in front of you.

Ichigo frowned and stretched out a hand to fan himself.

"Don't look disgusted!"

Isshin noticed his son's displeasure.

He changed the direction and continued to smoke, but he did not interrupt the idea of ​​killing it.

"It's almost the same. Anyway, the day after tomorrow is your mother's death anniversary, so it's almost the same."

Ichigo shook his head, decided to ignore him, and walked forward.

Looking at Ichigo walking past him, Isshin continued to blow out a smoke ring, his eyes lost in memories:

"I have seen countless times in my dreams what it would be like for my son to become a Shinigami."

"Looking at it now, it turns out that he has perfectly inherited the excellent genes of me and Kasaki.

"Has the potential of Soul Society once in a thousand years, and has the calm and leisurely mentality to become a strong person!"

Hearing this, Ichigo, who had his back turned to Isshin, stopped moving forward and his pupils shrank suddenly.

When he reached the door, he forgot to deactivate Shinigami's form.

"What is supposed to come will come."

Ichigo calmed down his turbulent mood.

Isshin probably already knew that he had become a Shinigami.

I just didn't expect that the other party would have a showdown with me so quickly.

He turned around, walked up to Yishin who was still shaking his head and sighing, and said:

"Let's talk?"

"Can."

Isshin grinned, that was the reaction he wanted.

five minutes later.

After listening to my son's two-day experience, I even smoked five cigarettes without even thinking about why the gap between people is so big.

It is no exaggeration to say that in all the years I have been in Soul Society, I have never experienced anything so magical and weird.

Throw the cigarette that has burned into the filter on the ground and stamp it out.

Isshin took a deep breath, put his hand on Ichigo's shoulder, and said solemnly:

"Ichigo, I once swore to your mother that I would never interfere in anything related to Soul Society."

"So, I won't give you any advice. You just need to follow your own ideas in the future.

Looking at the other party's serious eyes, Ichigo nodded in response.

"correct!"

Isshin smiled with satisfaction.

As if remembering something, he asked again:

"You just said that two women offered to teach you something, right?"

Hearing this, Ichigo looked at Isshin with a strange expression.

I didn't understand why the other party asked this question.

However, he still nodded in response.

"Being targeted by those two women is not a lucky thing.

"I can't help you much, I can only wish you good luck."

Isshin sighed inwardly and looked at Ichigo with pity.

"what the hell?"

Seeing Yixin shaking his head and sighing, looking at himself with pitiful eyes.

Ichigo felt confused.

Isn't it just bad luck to be targeted by First Generation Kenpachi and Flash Goddess Yoruichi?

With this kind of full-level sparring partner, he was eager to get a few more so that he could level up!

"I'll go to bed if it's okay. I have to go to class tomorrow."

Ichigo pulled away the hand that was on his shoulder and walked forward.

"You brat, your temper is getting louder and louder!"

"Are you so impatient with your old father?"

Looking at Ichigo's back, I thought of how he had ruthlessly pushed me away.

Feeling ignored, Isshin muttered softly.

"But it doesn't matter, you will suffer it later!"

As if thinking of something.

A smirk twitched at the corner of his mouth.

With a hint of weariness, Ichigo opened the door to his room.

After turning on the light, he found that his bed was occupied by two young and familiar figures.

"Yuzu, Xia Li?"

I saw my two sisters sleeping soundly.

Ichigo felt a little headache and rubbed his temples.

"Hmm~, is it morning so soon?"

Feel the dazzling light.

Xia Li got up from the bed and rubbed her sleepy eyes.

"Um?"

With a casual glance, she saw Ichigo standing in front of the bed, pressing his temples.

"Yuzu, wake up, your favorite Ichigo is back!"

Blinked.

The confused brain suddenly woke up.

He quickly pushed aside Yuzu, who couldn't talk in his sleep without the word "brother".

"Mari, don't make any noise, I'm sleeping soundly."

Yuzu clapped the hand that pushed him.

He changed into a comfortable position and murmured.

"etc!"

"What did Xia Li just say?"

"Brother is back?!"

Yuzu330, who realized something was wrong, lost all sleep.

The body suddenly stood up.

Look at the figure in front of you that you miss so much.

She blinked her beautiful eyes, without saying too many words, and jumped off the bed, hanging on Ichigo's body.

The little head was pressed tightly against the other person's warm chest.

Taking a deep breath, the smell of Ichigo fills the nostrils.

“It’s this reassuring smell!”

"But why are there so many different scents?"

Sensing something unusual, Yuzu's cute nose twitched slightly.

Wait for Ichigo to come to his senses.

I found that Yuzu didn't know when he was hanging on himself.

He also pressed his face against his chest very affectionately.

This kind of action between brother and sister doesn't matter.

But what the hell was it that I took a big breath like a slut just now?

He rubbed Yuzu's hair helplessly.

Ichigo looked at Xia Li who was still yawning in confusion.

"Xia Li, if you don't stay in your own room to sleep, what do you mean by coming to my room?"

"You ask her."

Xia Li pointed at Yuzu, whose brother control attribute was full.

"Yuzu, you..."

"Ichigo-nii, why do you smell like so many different women?"

"Is this the reason why brother didn't come back on time tonight?"

Ichigo hasn't finished asking yet.

I saw Yuzu raising his little head, with tears in his eyes, and his mouth pouting, looking pitiful.

Ichigo:""