You Want to Kill Aizen, Don't You?

It's raining.

The rain came unexpectedly, starting as a light drizzle and soon turning into a downpour. The rain was so heavy that it was difficult to see clearly with the naked eye.

However, the good thing is...

The heavy rain also washed away some of the murderous intent and the tragedy.

"The rain is too heavy, let's take shelter for a while."

Rizukihime was soaked to the bone, clutching her skirt with both hands, and looked around somewhat guiltily.

She wasn't trying to avoid the rain; she had a vague sense of Spiritual Pressure and killing intent hidden beneath the torrential downpour.

Dōsan was even more sensitive; he could even sense the pairs of bright eyes shining in the rain.

"Stay closer to me."

Upon hearing Dōsan's words, Rizukihime lost all interest in arguing and couldn't help but lean closer to Dōsan.

"Ten, twenty, no, even more." Number 7's perception is superior to that of Rizukihime.

Instead, Number 7 distanced herself from the two, as if a program had started in her mind, prompting her to choose to sacrifice herself and delay the others.

Without hesitation, Dōsan Hanyū extended two fingers of his right hand, raising them towards the sky, and uttered, "Hadō #4: Byakurai."

What the hell.

Byakurai in the sky?

Rizukihime was not quite sure what was going on, but before she could speak, strange phenomena appeared in the sky.

Amidst the dark clouds, flashes of lightning and the continuous rumble of thunder resembled galloping chariots.

Amidst the thunder and lightning, as if the world were about to end, what was originally a torrential downpour and a dim space was illuminated, revealing pale masks in the sudden light.

Rizukihime shivered; the area around her was already filled with Void Techniques.

Immediately following, a sea of thunder poured down from the clouds, and with the help of the rain, the sky seemed to have splashed a bucket of thunderous water onto the virtual group.

The hideous and eerie voids were wiped clean, like dust under a mop.

The lightning subsided, and the surroundings returned to a blurry state. The scenery was no longer visible, but the nauseating feeling of being spied on was gone.

Yet, Rizukihime's body could still feel the cold.

From Dōsan Hanyū.

What is that?

Dōsan let out a long breath, calming his breathing. While this technique wasn't particularly difficult, it had consumed too much Spiritual Pressure for Dōsan at his current level. "A technique, Simulated Incantation, should be quite common..."

"Alright, stop talking." Although it sounded like she was giving in, Rizukihime still chose to interrupt Dōsan, afraid that if she listened any further, the blow would be too great.

The Simulated Incantation a technique of Soul Reaper, but Soul Reaper don't learn it in the academy.

Once you've accumulated enough strength in the Soul Reaper ranks, your captain, who must be skilled in Kidō, will teach you this technique.

The Simulated Incantation has two characteristics: first, it abandons chanting; second, its effect is equivalent to chanting at least three times. And the Byakurai under Dōsan San's Simulated Incantation is more than three times more powerful.

Rizukihime was overwhelmed by a sense of defeat, but she remained defiant.

"Someone's here."

Number 7 opened his mouth in one direction and staggered into the three people's field of vision. It was Shūhei Hisagi, who had been attacked by Hollow again and separated from his only companion.

"He's trash."

Before they could even greet each other, Number 7 casually added, but this addition only stabbed Shūhei in the already wounded heart.

"You are... Shūhei Hisagi?"

Dōsan was surprised and a little embarrassed. He had been tricked by Brother Ganju that day, and in a way, he had deceived him.

Shūhei was even more embarrassed. His fingers trembled slightly for a long while before he finally spoke, "I was able to enter the Shin'ō Academy of Spiritual Arts thanks to Hanyū-kun's help."

"Me?" Dōsan was completely baffled.

Shūhei had no intention of going into details, but when he saw the number Number 7's forehead, he couldn't help but think of his comrade who had just sacrificed himself because of him.

Naturally, the four of them started forming a team.

But no one dared to attack them anymore.

Being naive doesn't mean being mentally deficient.

Some of the Hollows that were lured out chose to leave immediately; of course, these were eliminated by the Soul Reaper who were secretly monitoring them.

The remaining group had fully realized how terrifying the Dōsan Group was.

These creatures, who instinctively yearn for the survival of the fittest, were now very consciously keeping their distance from Dōsan Group.

Even with bait, there are only a few big cats and little cats.

The rain gradually subsided, and darkness fell. At this point, the group really did feel like they were just taking a leisurely stroll.

"Dōsan- kun, you're so amazing, can you tell me if it's really possible for me to become Soul Reaper?"

Dōsan was taken aback by Shūhei's words, and then asked a question he had pondered countless times, "Why did you become the Soul Reaper?"

Why.

Shūhei remembered that powerful captain, his benefactor.

I thought of my friend who was harmed by the treacherous.

He recalled the image of his college teacher shaking his head and saying no.

I remembered the cold hands of Number 88.

Shūhei shook his head. "I don't know."

"Do you want to become the Soul Reaper?"

"I want to." That's for sure, even though he no longer understands why he wants to become the Soul Reaper.

"Since I have nothing else to do, I can teach you some simple techniques."

Rizukihime was holding Asauchi. She had been quite frightened by being spied on in the rain earlier. She had been shaking her head from time to time on the way here. Hearing Dōsan say this, she was a little confused.

Looking into the distance, one can still see the Spiritual Pressure of Soul Reaper and Hollows suddenly erupting.

Are they considered to be alright?

"The Hollows surrounding Yamada 10th Seat and Dōsan Hanyū have been cleared, making it more difficult to lure Hollows to attack Dōsan Hanyū."

"Yamada's 10th Seats? 10th Seats?"

The monitoring personnel received no response from Yamada, removed the equipment, and looked back.

In the monitoring room, a layer of bright red flesh and blood had grown near the door. Iji Yamada, standing at the door, had half his face covered with a mask of lies, which looked as if they had been dyed with blood.

Seeing the team member retreat in terror, Yamada let out a questioning "Oh," and then extended his mouthparts, which were over two meters long, and pulled him into his mouth.

Instantly, communications between Seireitei and West District 49 were cut off.

"What a beautiful day! Even seeing Lieutenant Ichimaru doesn't feel so disgusting anymore."

Seemingly unfazed by the situation, Gin smiled and turned back. "Lieutenant Tachikawa, you're really wicked. The Hollow on Yamada must be your test subject, right?"

"If I keep rambling on with you, we'll never get to the point," Tachikawa scoffed, his gaze fixed on Gin's eyes. "You want to kill Aizen, don't you?"

Silver opened his eyes, said nothing, but his hand was already on his Zanpakuto.

"Don't be nervous. Aizen should be close to entering the Muken by now, so he won't hear us."