Hair Gel Master's Inevitable Backstabbing

The sky had cleared, the rain had stopped, and Aizen felt like he was back on top again.

Honestly, ever since his clashes with Yoru Machi began, Aizen had believed he had always maintained the bearing of a superior.

But in reality, only he himself knew that whether he fought Yoru Machi directly or indirectly, he always seemed to be the one getting the short end of the stick.

Yoru Machi might not have won every time, but at the very least, he had never been the one to lose out.

His plans and schemes had repeatedly been seen through by the other party first. Even the Hogyoku he had set his sights on first had turned out to be someone else's devoted lapdog. Aizen's pride had never been able to accept any of it.

So now that he was effortlessly suppressing Yoru Machi with his strength, Aizen felt not only joy over his immense power, but also the exhilarating satisfaction of finally avenging his grievances.

"Flash Cry—!"

Seeing Yoru Machi sent flying more than ten kilometers away by Aizen's slash, with his fate unknown, Soi Fon, who had been fighting nearby, was instantly consumed by rage and launched herself at Aizen with Flash Cry.

"Shoot to kill him, Kamishini—!"

However, before Aizen could make a move, a cold glint flashed in the distance. A short blade extended at an astonishing speed, quickly breaking through the sound barrier.

Before Soi Fon could even get close to Aizen, Ichimaru Gin's Kamishini had already pierced her shoulder and sent her crashing into nearby ruins.

"You overestimate yourselves. Do minor characters like you even deserve to fight Lord Aizen?"

Ichimaru Gin's shamelessly flattering words enraged the Soul Reapers of the Thirteen Court Guard Squads. Rangiku and Kira, the lieutenant of the Third Division,