Beneath his slightly wavy brown hair were profound eyes hidden behind his glasses.
Aizen understood clearly just how deep the darkness of the Soul Society ran, what the jet-black Shinigami Uniform signified, and what kind of god sat high upon the Heavenly Throne.
And the more clearly he understood the filth and evil within, the more disgusted Aizen became with this sinful world built upon mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
But if that were all, he could still accept it.
Yet when he truly saw a world even worse than Hell, when he saw those nobles who occupied their positions without doing anything yet stood above all others, when he saw the Gotei 13 that never acted, he was utterly disappointed in this rotten world!
The current Soul Society was a decaying structure built atop graveyards and garbage heaps. Within lived useless dead people; it was nothing more than a gigantic coffin that demanded everyone be buried alongside it!
Aizen felt nothing but contempt and disgust for such a decaying coffin!
And as fate would have it, Aizen happened to possess the power to change this world.
Ever since he could remember, whether it was obscure and difficult Kido, violent and straightforward Hakuda, or even gentle yet complex Kaido, everything seemed so easy and simple for Aizen to master.
The almost dimensional gap in strength between him and his peers left him deeply lonely and lost.
Along with that power came the rapid maturation of his mind, allowing him to leave everyone else far behind.
For him, there was the loneliness of standing at the summit with no one to speak to, and the intense dissatisfaction with reality while living in darkness.
These two powerful emotions had grown alongside his shadow.
Gradually, one day, when he looked upon