On a fresh summer afternoon, just like usual, everyone is busy doing their own things.
At this moment, a man in black is standing in the principal's room of Huashan Fine Arts School. He is facing the man with the light behind him, silently watching the shadow covering him behind the man...
"That's right," the man murmured to himself, "I happen to have a candidate here."
Turning around, the person stabbed by Yang Guan couldn't open his eyes... The man's face was blurred
"But... Aizen-sama..."
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"Don't worry," he said slowly: "Aizen... He won't talk about me."
It was as if a big stone had fallen in my heart. "Yes... I obey my orders." In an instant, the man in black disappeared. Only the mysterious man was left in the empty room. He once again turned his back to the window and murmured: "Maybe..."
A gust of wind blew by, and the lesson preparation materials on the table were turned over page by page. I don't know if it was a coincidence or destiny, but it stopped on that page...
Intention: