Sosuke Aizen wanted to refute Ichigo Kurosaki's theory.
But now, he was the one who had lost. No matter what he said, it would sound like an excuse.
Sosuke Aizen disdained making excuses, nor did he wish to make any.
In the silent, oppressive air, the standoff between Ichigo Kurosaki and Sosuke Aizen seemed to have frozen time.
All around them, shattered buildings and scattered fragments of spiritual energy silently spoke of the brutality of the fierce battle just fought.
Aizen's words carried a trace of imperceptible complexity as they softly fell beside Ichigo Kurosaki's ear. Like whispers in a cold wind, they sent chills down one's spine.
"Ichigo Kurosaki, I have to admit that you are stronger now."
A trace of admiration flashed through Aizen's eyes, only to be replaced by deeper calculation.
His words revealed an indescribable composure, as though even with defeat already certain, he still held some unknown trump card.
Ichigo Kurosaki furrowed his brows. He could sense the deeper meaning behind Aizen's words.
"Are you trying to run away again?"
Aizen smiled faintly. That smile held both acknowledgment of Ichigo Kurosaki's sharp insight and confidence in his own plan.
"Interpret it however you like."
He gently shook his head, seemingly having no intention of explaining further.
To him, defeat and escape were merely minor setbacks on the road to his ultimate goal. This rare experience instead made him even more excited and expectant.
"Farewell, Ichigo Kurosaki."
There was a trace of relief in Aizen's voice, as though what was about to unfold was an even grander scheme. Before his words had faded, his body had already become an afterimage, swiftly fleeing into the distance.
Yet Ichigo Kurosaki was not deceived by appearances.
He knew Aizen's cunning well, so instead of immediately giving chase, he warily