However, for Sosuke Aizen, this was hardly a troublesome matter.
He just needed to slash a few more times.
He had merely chosen to evade.
Letting those flashes of blade light howl past him.
"It seems these blade lights have no tracking ability."
Aizen had remained wary of the blade lights suddenly changing direction, but it seemed Ichigo Kurosaki was not capable of something so outrageous.
"Aizen, you're fighting rationally. You avoided my attack."
Ichigo Kurosaki was somewhat disappointed that Aizen had dodged his attack rather than choosing to crush it head-on.
He clearly possessed such power, yet he always chose the method with the least expenditure and highest efficiency.
From a rational standpoint, it was undeniably the correct choice, but Ichigo Kurosaki could not accept it.
Battle should be blood-boiling and fearless, not like this—filled with calculations and evasions.
What he longed for was a satisfying battle, both sides going all out without holding anything back—not this, where his opponent stood like a spectator, calmly analyzing every shift in the wind and every attack trajectory.
"Oh? Evasion?"
Aizen smiled faintly, his smile seeming to contain endless meaning.
"Ichigo Kurosaki, you are mistaken. I merely chose the most efficient path. In this world, strength may be powerful, but wisdom is equally indispensable. Knowing when to advance and when to retreat is what makes one truly strong."
He no longer called Ichigo Kurosaki the Ryoka boy, because Ichigo Kurosaki now possessed power that could threaten him. Continuing to address him that way would be disrespectful to both his opponent and himself.
"To me, strength is a tool, not an end."
Aizen's voice was calm and profound, as though it could Perceive Hearts' deepest desires and fears.
"I choose the least expenditure and the highest efficiency, because only then can I go