Before souls born from barren soil, the pure white haori was the gentlest light.
But before those filthy people who freely spewed venom upon the world, it was a blade gleaming with cold light.
Heavy rain fell from the heavens, nourishing the earth even as it splashed up one crimson flower after another.
Aizen strolled through the rain, Gin Ichimaru following behind him. His snake-like, icy eyes opened. "Captain Aizen, it seems Soul Society has changed quite a bit. The people you had me select look like they're all about to be killed. Captain Asano Kiyoshi is truly terrifying—he actually kills however many people he wants. I wonder what Central 46 and the nobles will say now."
As Aizen listened to Gin Ichimaru, the smile on his face did not fade. Before the rain could touch them, it had already been completely evaporated by an invisible force.
His voice had always been so gentle. It seemed that Aizen never displayed agitation or anger. "Gin, whether it is Central 46 or the nobles, they are merely a group of useless, decaying corpses. If it were you, would you care about the opinions of such vermin?"
Hearing Aizen's question, Gin smiled. He then slightly drew his Zanpakuto and said with a smile, "I would care, Aizen. Just because ants are weak does not mean I would overlook their offense against me. I am a snake, a cold and narrow-minded snake."
Hearing Gin's answer, Aizen smiled faintly, a rare occurrence. He turned around, looked at Gin with his Zanpakuto drawn, and slowly said, "No, Gin. You are not a snake. Compared to a snake, I think you are more like a bird—a bird that wishes to escape its cage. Even if you were a snake, you would be a warm one..."
Hearing Aizen's