That shade of black was unlike the night as everyone understood it, unlike the despair left behind after all light had faded, and unlike black as a color.
It was black in the conceptual sense. Whether you had been blind from birth or were an ignorant child, the moment that shade of black appeared before you, you would clearly perceive that this was black!
Along with the black came a surge of spiritual pressure even stronger than Aizen's and the Captain-Commander's.
The next moment, C, who had been preparing to attack Aizen, froze on the spot. The reason was simple: as the Soul King's Left Hand, it had seen the person who had commanded it a thousand years ago!
True Name Caller Monk!
The oldest being still existing in Soul Society!
If the Captain-Commander represented the history of the Seireitei, then the Monk before them likely represented the history of all Soul Society!
He was someone from the same era as the Soul King, someone who had truly witnessed the Soul King at his peak.
Yet he had actually burst out from the device in Aizen's hand. Everyone present was stunned by the sight; even Urahara looked utterly bewildered.
This level of power was no longer something a Shinigami could possibly attain, was it?!
Ever since meeting Asano Kiyoshi, Urahara had begun calculating the limits of Shinigami. Through his and Asano Kiyoshi's continued deductions, they had concluded that the limit of a pure Shinigami was likely the Captain-Commander from five to eight hundred years ago. At that time, whether in physical ability or combat awareness, the Captain-Commander had truly stood at the absolute limit of a Shinigami.
Every ability belonging to a Shinigami could be displayed in its most perfect form through the Captain-Commander.
But the Monk who had suddenly