Aizen's eyes behind his black-framed glasses were filled with anticipation.
The gap between He-El's Reiatsu and his was simply too vast. Even with Shikai, He-El was still insignificant before Aizen, like a lone boat upon the sea.
Yet no matter what, that little boat remained steady beneath Aizen's oceanic Reiatsu. It stood unmoved amid raging waves, utterly unharmed by even the fiercest pressure and Reiatsu gravity. That alone was enough to make Aizen marvel at He-El's control over his own Reishi energy.
As expected of someone who had created Heaven with Shikai.
"You disappoint me, Aizen. It seems you are too confident in yourself and have forgotten why my Shikai caused Hell Gate to open."
Seated on the dark steel throne, He-El shook his head, somewhat disappointed in Aizen.
Compared to the precision with which he could manipulate microscopic Reishi through microscopic particles, this so-called Battle Power comparison based on Reiatsu levels was far too crude.
It was like an ordinary fight between a towering, brawny man standing 1.8 meters tall and a child only 1.2 meters tall.
No one would think the 1.2-meter child could win.
Unless the child held a knife or a gun.
But... He-El could make nuclear bombs.
This ingrained way of thinking was reflected in the Reiatsu of Bleach as well. Strong Reiatsu meant strength; strong Reiatsu meant greater control; strong Reiatsu brought overwhelming superiority. The weak could not even break through the outer layer of someone's Reiatsu. And no one held this belief more deeply than Aizen.
Comparing He-El by Reiatsu strength alone was truly underestimating him.
"Oh?" Aizen's brows lifted slightly as his calm, warm gaze turned toward the half-open Hell Gate.
He-El's words, along with the fact that even his overwhelming Reiatsu could not defeat him, struck at the ingrained beliefs Aizen