Before that, Munakata Reiji would not know, nor did he want to know, that Zhou Fangzun was such an important existence to him.
Like the Zanpakutō and the Shinigami, Doraemon and Nobita, the little monster and Bumpman, the wig and Katsura (Hey!)... Cough! All in all, it is an existence that cannot be separated. Once lost, it's like taking the last step on the edge of the cliff. The weightless feeling of free fall is infinitely magnified and delayed, melting into the flesh and bone and penetrating into the bone marrow. You can see the wind whistling by, and hear the memories singing and dancing. However, the better this dream is, the more clearly you will know that your future is destined to be eternity far below the abyss.
Eternal, lonely.