Those Who Attain Are Teachers

"Hmm?"

Shunsui Kyoraku's abrupt question was like a heavy bomb dropped into stagnant water.

The already silent surroundings became even quieter.

Only the sounds of Yhwach fighting Zero Division remained.

Ross wasn't from this world?

"Ha... haha! Kyoraku, what kind of joke are you trying to make?"

Though Shinji Hirako was pinned in midair, his body twisted into a tangled mess and unable to move, there was nothing wrong with his ears or mouth. Aizen had no reason to render him unable to speak.

If a spectator couldn't listen, speak, or see, how could he fulfill his duty as a spectator?

"At a time like this, you're still playing detective? Has Aizen ever said a single truthful word? Wasn't Ross originally from Hueco Mundo? What's there to doubt?"

Yet this time, Shunsui Kyoraku ignored Shinji's jab.

He did not spare him even a glance.

His eyes, now as sharp as freshly honed blades, were locked firmly onto Aizen before him.

"Aizen, answer me!"

His voice was no longer casual. It carried an unprecedented gravity and certainty.

Every clue, every inconsistency, every coincidence that seemed reasonable yet was actually riddled with holes...

At this moment, they clicked together seamlessly in his mind like puzzle pieces.

Ross had appeared too suddenly.

Like a ghost that had leaped from a crack in the rocks.

Throughout the entire Soul Society, even if they searched everyone's memories, they could not find a single word concerning that man.

The first time he had appeared before everyone was when Central 46 Chambers had inexplicably pushed for him so strongly that he had been directly installed as Captain of the Tenth Division.

Rangiku Matsumoto had brought him into the Seireitei, and he had passed the captain's examination before the old man and Shunsui.

It all looked flawless.

But