As long as the Reishi he spread throughout the barrier could touch the blade of Aizen Sosuke's Kyoka Suigetsu, he would not be affected by Kyoka Suigetsu's ability.
It had to be said, Gin Ichimaru truly was a genius.
In just three months, he had already become proficient at using this ability in battle. Given time, once Gin Ichimaru turned this ability into an instinct, it would grant him the qualification to stand before Aizen.
Of course, only the qualification.
After all, in terms of talent, Aizen was in no way inferior to Gin Ichimaru.
Suddenly, Ailin sensed a powerful killing intent approaching.
This killing intent was incredibly pure, without the slightest trace of malice. It was as though its very existence was solely for killing.
"Gin, we have a guest. Let's end today's training here."
Hearing Ailin's voice, Gin Ichimaru abruptly opened his eyes and drew the Zanpakuto at his waist.
"Slash—"
Without encountering the slightest resistance, the Zanpakuto in Gin Ichimaru's hand pierced straight through the Hollow's mask before him, killing it.
Then Gin Ichimaru turned sideways and thrust his Zanpakuto forward in a straight line. The second Hollow seemed to crash into Gin Ichimaru's blade of its own accord.
"Slash—"
Afterward, Gin Ichimaru flashed past the final Hollow.
"Slash—"
After easily dealing with the three Hollows that had served as his training partners, Gin Ichimaru returned behind Ailin.
"Step, step, step, step..."
Heavy footsteps gradually drew closer. That overwhelming killing intent swept over them, and when Gin Ichimaru looked up, a towering figure entered his sight.
The instant he saw that figure, Gin Ichimaru's pupils contracted.
In that moment, it seemed as though all color had drained from heaven and earth. That tall figure's gaze merely swept over him once, yet it felt like countless sharp blades