Who Doesn't Crave Power?

"Ah, what a gap!"

Tōshirō watched the scene, his eyes full of envy.

A mere summoned projection could effortlessly crush him.

Things like what had just happened had already occurred many times.

The facts proved that Captains like them were only there to make up the numbers. The only ones present who could fight Hollowfied Aizen were probably Ross and Unohana.

"Tch. I really hope Captain Aizen succeeds. Then we can try Hollowfication too."

Tōshirō sighed, and an unprecedented longing appeared on his youthful face.

Those words voiced the thoughts of almost everyone present.

Who didn't crave power?

Who wanted to be forced to hide in the back like useless baggage at a life-or-death moment like this?

Not far away, Sajin Komamura lay on the ground, unable to move, yet the beastly eyes staring at the sky burned with the same longing.

And Kenpachi Zaraki, covered in blood and forcing himself to lean against a wall, had gained an added greed for power in the savage grin at the corner of his mouth.

Even Byakuya Kuchiki, who had always taken pride in noble honor, now had fingers trembling faintly around Senbonzakura's hilt, as if struggling inwardly.

Even if they could not break through their bottlenecks as directly as Aizen had, simply advancing to First-class spiritual power would be an earth-shaking improvement.

At the very least, they would not be as powerless as they were now.

"Give it up. Stop daydreaming."

Yoruichi Shihoin sat at the highest point and mercilessly poured cold water over them.

"Without a sufficiently powerful soul and will to support it, forcibly merging with a Hollow's power will lead to only one outcome—you'll be devoured by the Hollow within you and completely fall into a monster that knows only slaughter."

She rolled her eyes and swung her