When the time came, no matter what Rukia Kuchiki and Ichigo Kurosaki wanted to say, others would not hear them.
Nor would they see them. That way, they could naturally deceive everyone.
In the silent, oppressive night, two figures moved through the Seireitei like ghosts, one ahead and one behind. A drama of pursuit and escape quietly unfolded upon this land baptized by war.
Sosuke Aizen wore a specially made cloak that concealed him from sight and cut off fluctuations of Spiritual Pressure, hoping to find a sliver of an opening to escape in the darkness.
But Ichigo Kurosaki followed close behind.
"Aizen, our battle was never over just because you chose to run."
Ichigo Kurosaki's voice echoed through the night wind. Though Aizen had done everything he could to hide his tracks, it was all futile in Ichigo Kurosaki's eyes.
Ichigo Kurosaki seemed to possess an intuition beyond all reason, one that could directly lock onto his location. To Aizen, who pursued reason and science, such an ability was an utterly unacceptable paradox.
"This is truly baffling. How exactly did you find me?"
Sosuke Aizen stopped and slowly turned around. His face remained hidden beneath the shadows of his cloak, with only his eyes flashed with a complicated light.
As a researcher deeply versed in the ways of the soul, he was accustomed to explaining everything with data and logic. Yet before Ichigo Kurosaki's ability, which seemed capable of warping reality itself, he felt unprecedented confusion and helplessness.
"The answer is simple, Aizen."
Ichigo Kurosaki stopped as well.
"There is no true escape. From the moment our eyes met, this battle had already transcended the limits of time and space, becoming an eternal theme between us. You may conceal your body, but you cannot conceal your existence itself, much