Disagreement
Looking at the masked envoy, whose tone still carried the condescending arrogance of a high-ranking nobleman...
As Aizen listened quietly to the other party's endless rambling about how to "promote" and "cultivate" him, and how to make him swear allegiance to the Tsunayashiro Clan and act as a spy for Shihoin Genshin, Aizen sneered inwardly.
Aizen stood in the shadows, his head slightly lowered, and in his eyes hidden behind his black-rimmed glasses, an uncontrollable, utterly absurd impulse surged.
It was an urge to burst into laughter; Aizen coldly looked down at the self-important messenger before him.
"What a ridiculous and pathetic bunch of ants."
"Even though history has abandoned me, I still fantasize about regaining control. And... I even want to put a dog chain around my neck?"
This was the funniest joke Aizen had ever heard in his life.
However, Aizen did not reveal even the slightest hint of his inner mockery.
He pushed up his glasses and looked up, his face now wearing a perfect mask of flattery, even a hint of fear and gratitude.
"I am deeply grateful for the kindness of the Tsunayashiro Clan."
Aizen bowed deeply and replied in a perfectly measured tone, "To serve the great Tsunayashiro Clan is the greatest honor of my life Sōsuke Aizen. I will obey your orders, my lord, even at the cost of my life."
Seeing Aizen's humble and "pragmatic" demeanor, the envoy nodded in satisfaction and casually handed Aizen slip engraved with special spiritual patterns.
"This is the key and route to the outer area of Great Spirit Book Gallery. Remember, don't try anything funny. Your every move is under our control."
The messenger gave a cold warning, then transformed into a black shadow and disappeared into the night.
In the empty, abandoned warehouse.
Aizen slowly straightened up, gently stroking the cold patterns on the jade slip with his slender fingers.
The humble mask shattered instantly, replaced by a cold, terrifying, and oppressive sneer.
"Trying to control me? Ha."
Aizen the jade slip tightly in his palm, turned, and disappeared into the darkness.
Chapter 56 Divergence
Sōsuke Aizen like a ghost without a physical form, perfectly avoiding all the guards patrolling around the Great Spirit Book Gallery.
With the information provided by the Tsunayashiro Clan, he successfully infiltrated the edge of the Great Spirit Book Gallery.
As the heavy door slowly closed behind him, Aizen pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, looked up, and gazed at the place that held all knowledge.
"Is this... the place that records the truth of the world?"
Aizen's heart raced slightly, and a fanatical, almost greedy light flickered in his deep eyes.
Without any hesitation, he bypassed the ordinary documents on the periphery and headed straight for the "Primordial History" area, the core of the corridor and shrouded in layers of restrictions.
He desperately wanted to know what the true nature of this world was;
He wanted to know even more about the "Soul King," who was enshrined in the heavens and absolutely protected by the Zero Division, and what kind of great and indescribable existence he truly was.
However.
As the history sealed for millions of years was gradually deciphered in Aizen's mind, as the historical panorama filled with bloodshed and betrayal slowly unfolded before his eyes...
Aizen's expectant expression froze instantly, replaced by an unprecedented rage and disgust!
"The Soul King... So this is the Soul King?!"
Aizen stared intently at the scene recorded in the crystal. His face, which always maintained absolute composure, was now violently distorted by extreme anger.
What did he see?
He saw the god worshipped by billions of death gods, regarded as the absolute truth and cornerstone of the world!
It turned out to be a "human pig" whose limbs had been cut off and whose internal organs had been removed, leaving it sealed in crystal like a stone, unable to move!
"Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous... This entire world is built on such absurd and disgusting lies!"
Aizen felt a churning sensation in his chest, an unprecedented sense of humiliation instantly overwhelming him.
Aizen has always believed himself to be perfect, possessing unparalleled talent, terrifying Reiatsu, and wisdom beyond that of ordinary people.
He had always believed that although the rulers of the world he lived in were somewhat corrupt, at least at the top of this world, there was a true "god" who ruled over everything.
But now, the cruel truth is like a resounding slap across his face.
It turns out that Sōsuke Aizen, this perfect being, actually lives in a pathetic world that is maintained by a "human pig" that can be manipulated at will!
"I'm actually being ruled by this thing?!"
A palpable killing intent and disgust surfaced in Aizen's eyes, hidden behind his glasses.
"This is truly unforgivable..."
Aizen clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms.
The last shred of "common sense" that had bound his mind was utterly crushed by this absurd truth at this moment.
He suddenly remembered the forbidden experiment he had witnessed in the underground laboratory of the Tsunayashiro Clan; he also remembered what Shihoin Genshin had said to him under the setting sun, "The limits of death."
A grand blueprint, though insane, was incredibly clear, and took shape in Aizen's mind!
"Since the 'god' of this world is nothing but a pathetic corpse, since this sky is an illusion..."
Aizen abruptly raised his head, his face, which had been contorted with rage, instantly regaining its chillingly calm expression.
The corners of his mouth gradually turned upwards, forming a domineering smile.
"Then I will break the shackles of death, transcend that boundary. Then, I will personally ascend that empty throne to create a completely new, flawless Three Realms, free from these nauseating, corrupt rules!"
The moment this grand ambition was born, Aizen's state of mind underwent a complete transformation.
He closed the Reishi crystal before him, turned around without looking back, and walked towards the exit of the Great Spirit Book Gallery. He had obtained everything he wanted; the rest of the journey was his to walk alone.
As he walked through the dark secret passage, an image of a young man with long silver-white hair and a gentle smile always appeared in Aizen's mind.
Shihoin Genshin.
Aizen knew very well that if he wanted to create a new Three Realms, then the existing Three Realms order would inevitably collapse.
On his path to becoming a legend, the first and biggest obstacle was not the aging Captain-Commander Yamamoto, but rather Teacher Shihoin, who wanted to implement "slow reforms."
Shihoin Genshin is someone who can absolutely not be persuaded by his set of "theories of God".
"Teacher, we have ultimately embarked on two completely different paths."
Aizen murmured to himself. But strangely, he felt no killing intent or repulsion towards this nemesis with whom Aizen was destined to fight to the death. Instead, he felt a strange sense of anticipation and respect.
Because in the entire Soul Society, Xuanxin is one of the few people who can truly see through the essence of the world and who has gained the respect and recognition of Sōsuke Aizen.
"If my life were without a great opponent like you to witness my path to godhood, it would be far too dull."
Aizen pushed up his glasses, his gaze becoming completely profound.
He made his decision.
He needed time to conduct experiments that pushed the limits of the Shinigami, and to study how to perfectly fuse the powers of Hollows and Shinigami; Xuanxin also needed time to implement his massive and difficult reform plan.
"Let's see whether your slow reforms, teacher, will save this rotten land first, or whether I will shatter this false sky first."
Before this long countdown ends, Aizen decides that he will continue to play the role of a gentle and refined student, quietly lying low in this filthy quagmire.
The next day, inside the main residence of the Shihoin Clan.
Xuanxin was sitting on the corridor in the courtyard, enjoying the morning tea brought by the maid, while repeatedly going over the many details of his "century-long reform" plan in his mind.
After breakfast, Xuanxin changed into a smart Captain's Haori and strolled briskly to the First Division's barracks.
Old Man Yamamoto had tacitly approved of his reform ideas, he naturally wanted to strike while the iron was hot and see if he could squeeze some more practical support out of the old man.
However, when Xuanxin stepped into the familiar quiet room of the First Division, his steps faltered slightly.
In the center of the spacious, quiet room, besides Captain-Commander Yamamoto sitting in the main seat, stood a striking figure.
He was an unusually burly man, almost like a small iron tower, wearing a large, coarse cloth robe and heavy metal gauntlets.
What's most bizarre is that he was wearing a huge bamboo helmet that completely covered his face.
Xuanxin stepped forward and, with a calm expression, nodded slightly to the burly, strange man as a greeting.
The strange man clearly hadn't expected a high-ranking captain to greet him, an unknown nobody. He hurriedly and somewhat flusteredly bowed deeply in return.
"Master, is there something you need from me today?"
Xuanxin then walked up to Captain-Commander Yamamoto, bowed respectfully, and then calmly focused his gaze on the table.
Shigekuni Yamamoto-Genryūsai put down his brush, raised his head, and glanced between Xuanxin and the strange man before speaking calmly:
"Xuanxin, the reason I called you here today is to introduce you to someone."
Having said that, Captain-Commander Yamamoto turned his gaze to the burly, strange man, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable authority. "Take off your helmet. There's no need for hiding here."
Upon hearing the Captain-Commander's order, the burly figure trembled violently. His breathing, hidden beneath the bamboo helmet, instantly became rapid.
However, faced with Captain-Commander Yamamoto's kindness and authority, he finally gritted his teeth, slowly raised his large hands with metal gauntlets, and laboriously removed the bamboo helmet from his head.
As the helmet was removed, a huge wolf head covered in brown fur and with a pair of amber beast eyes suddenly appeared in Xuanxin's sight!
Upon seeing the wolf's head, Xuanxin's pupils dilated slightly, and he was visibly stunned for a moment.
Upon noticing Xuanxin's pause, the large wolf head's expression instantly darkened. A deep bitterness flashed in the werewolf's amber eyes.
"As expected... is it still the same? Anyone who sees my monstrous and ugly appearance will be surprised and disgusted..." he thought sadly to himself.
However.
The werewolf's imagined look of disgust or condescending pity did not come.
Xuanxin was only stunned for less than half a second before naturally regaining his gentle and calm smile.
His eyes were clear as water, as if he were looking at an ordinary person, without any ripples.
"This is Sajin Komamura."
Captain-Commander Yamamoto took in their reactions, a barely perceptible hint of approval flashing in his aged eyes, before introducing them to Xuanxin.
"He is a member of the 'Werewolf Clan' living in the shadows of Rukongai. I see he has considerable Reiatsu potential, so I plan to recommend him to the Shin'ō Academy for further study. What do you think?"
Upon hearing the Captain-Commander's words, Xuanxin nodded and smiled without any hesitation.
"This is certainly a good thing. The Soul Society is in dire need of manpower right now, and having another Shinigami with potential is a stroke of luck for the Gotei 13."
At this point, Xuanxin slightly changed the subject, looking at Sajin Komamura with a hint of earnest advice in his tone:
"However, Master, most of the students at the Shin'ō Academy come from noble families and ordinary rogue spirits, so their thinking is inevitably somewhat rigid. If Komamura enrolls with this true appearance, he will likely face immense gossip and exclusion. This will be a difficult psychological test for him."
Upon hearing this, Captain-Commander Yamamoto nodded noncommittally. He was well aware of the deep-rooted class prejudices and prejudice against those who were different in Soul Society.
"That's why I specifically called you here today to inform you in advance."
"You still hold the title of high-level swordsmanship instructor at the Shin'ō Academy and enjoy considerable prestige among the students. Therefore, I hope that during his enrollment period, you will pay close attention to him."
"Disciple understands. Please rest assured, Master, as long as you are in my class, no matter what your background is, you will only have the identity of 'student'." Xuanxin smiled and made his assurance.
Seeing Xuanxin agree so readily, Captain-Commander Yamamoto waved his hand with satisfaction and said to Sajin Komamura, who was still in shock and moved: