The sun was clearly jet-black, yet it still gave off a faint glow. Under the drenching rain, its last trace of remaining heat slowly dissipated.
Tsunayashiro Sosuke's severed head was held in Asano Kiyoshi's hand. Even at the end of his life, his bloodshot eyes remained fixed on that jet-black sun. That sun was so much like the Tsunayashiro Clan.
Equally black and scorching, equally... falling into the abyss after burning to its limit.
With Asano Kiyoshi's spiritual pressure fully erupting and their clan head's head hitting the ground, the noble Death Warriors still resisting no longer had much will to fight.
Yet there were still some stubborn ones. Looking at Tsunayashiro Sosuke's unclosing eyes, their sockets nearly split apart.
They charged at the Gotei 13 soldiers once more with complete disregard for their lives, launching suicidal attacks.
Asano Kiyoshi clearly had no time to deal with them. He looked at Aizen with a smile, then used Shunpo to appear beside him and said softly,
"Captain Aizen, please deal with those remaining stragglers. I need to support the other captains."
Aizen looked at the smiling Asano Kiyoshi and returned a gentle smile.
"Yes, Acting Captain-Commander."
Both were smiling. Though neither knew the other's true thoughts, they shared an inexplicable sense of tacit understanding. They both knew that, at least for now, it was far from time to turn against each other.
After making the arrangements, Asano Kiyoshi looked toward the Eleventh Division, where an utterly terrifying spiritual pressure was erupting in the distance. The next moment, his figure slowly faded from this space like a distorted reflection in a mirror.
Watching Asano Kiyoshi leave in that manner, Gin Ichimaru said,
"What superb Kido technique. But why didn't Aizen use his Zanpakuto just now? Wasn't that a perfect opportunity?"
Hearing Gin's