Yamamoto Takebg, written in 21 years, actually there are many chapters later, but I feel that the later chapters become more and more childish. This is my first long article in my life. If possible, I still want to finish it and publish it well. I will find an opportunity to overhaul the article from scratch. Subsequent chapters will be released as extras (if any)
[The fog has cleared, and everyone knows that she prefers you.
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My name is Kien, and I am a Zanpakutō.
My master is a monster killed from Rukongai. As a god of death, he works for the Zero Division. He has a paralyzed face and little hands behind his back that he loves no one.
Only I know that every spirit in her body is filled with violence that is completely different from her temperament. She is war-loving and has a soul that is born to kill as hot as magma.
As a monster, I am satisfied with her fat intestines.
The Zanpakutō is the half of the Shinigami and is inseparable. We have the same mind and have been together for hundreds of years. We are each other's most intimate existence...
What a ghost! !
Ever since I met that little brat named Takeshi Yamamoto, everything has changed (lighting up a cigarette with an expressionless face)
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My master was left in the human world by him, and his hands, which had crushed countless people to death, learned to knead rice balls and gently rub the little boy's head.
She rarely picks me up anymore.
The knife of chaff never cuts off, and I have cried and been hysterical about my lost love: "I promised that I would be your little sweetheart, oh, oh, oh, oh, do you not love me anymore?"
What I got was a cold response from the stinky master: "... You might as well watch less romantic dramas."
... This indifferent tone, this considerate attitude.
Stone hammered.
Me! Really! Yes! In! Lost! Favor!
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As the days went by, the little vixen grew up peacefully under my master's meticulous care and my jealousy. The situation I expected to be like in ordinary people's families where siblings drifted apart did not come true, and...
I don't know if it's an illusion.
I always feel that the way the little vixen looks at his master is getting more and more wrong? ?
Until he accidentally learned that I am male and my master is used to taking me with him even in the shower——
This man cut me off from the master with a dark face, and after a while he knocked on the bathroom door with a innocent and harmless smile: "Sister, can I help you wipe your back?"
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A bolt from the blue.
At that moment, it dawned on me.
This is not a little sun, Master! Open your eyes and look at him! This is obviously a wolf that wants to tear you apart and devour you! ! !
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My name is Kien, and I am a Zanpakutō.
Ever since my master met Takeshi Yamamoto, I have fallen out of favor every day.
Fuck.
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Combat power ceiling·Double-standard brother-in-law controlling short-term heroine x cheerful and natural baseball boy 80 (x Zanpakutō, a dramatist who complains)
Mutual pampering, warm cultivation, 1v1, there is no knife in the sugar but it is sweet to the end
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[Amemori-sama is the treasure that Shiranui-sama holds in the palm of his hand, the inverse scale that she cannot touch, the young man who has protected her from childhood to adulthood. He is her guiding light and her little sun - no one knows about Vongola]
Concept: Doujinshi anime tutor character, two-dimensional, easy and funny complaining style, cultivating
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I was so anxious to watch it... I feel like the heroine is a superhero but still clumsy...
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