"We should be more careful from now on. After all, they're members of my Eleventh Division. It would be troublesome if Aizen turned them into Hogyoku materials..."
"Looks like I'll have to get out and walk around more often. If I'm lucky, maybe I'll get another chance to beat that bastard Aizen up..."
With that in mind, Ailin left the Seireitei and headed for the Rukon District, rushing toward the source of Zaraki's spiritual pressure.
Just as Ailin had expected, Zaraki was either fighting or on his way to find a fight.
When Ailin reached Zaraki's location, he happened to find Zaraki locked in a fierce battle with a bald man.
Behind the burly bald man stood an effeminate-looking man clutching his stomach.
Ailin knew both of their names.
Ikkaku Madarame, and his best friend Yumichika Ayasegawa.
Walking over beside Yumichika Ayasegawa with his arms folded, Ailin watched Zaraki and Ikkaku fighting and could not help shaking his head.
"Tch, a couple of amateurs pecking at each other..."
"Hmm? Who's there?"
Startled by Ailin's voice, Yumichika Ayasegawa immediately leaped away from where he had been standing and stared at Ailin warily.
"Who is this guy? How long has he been here?"
"If he hadn't spoken, I wouldn't even have noticed someone appearing beside me?"
Glancing at Ikkaku Madarame, who was still fighting, Yumichika Ayasegawa felt a little anxious.
At a time like this, having an unknown powerful person appear nearby was extremely dangerous.
Yumichika Ayasegawa slowly moved his hand toward the hilt of the sword at his waist.
If this man in the white haori dared attack Ikkaku while he was fighting, Yumichika Ayasegawa would never back down.
Noticing Yumichika Ayasegawa's movement, Ailin cast him a glance.
"!"
"S-So terrifying..."
Yumichika Ayasegawa's entire body stiffened, and large beads of cold