Whoosh!
Faced with Ailin's question, Aizen Sosuke, who had already put away the Soul King's Nail, did not respond at all. He used Shunpo and fled in an instant.
"You still think you can run in front of me? You really are underestimating the captain of the Eleventh Division."
It had to be said that Aizen's mastery of Shunpo was almost no worse than Shihoin Yoruichi's.
But before Ailin, it was still not enough.
Whoosh!
Ailin's figure flashed into the air. Then, he kicked down at the empty space ahead.
In the next instant, Aizen Sosuke's black-robed figure appeared beneath Ailin's foot. Unable to dodge in time, Aizen could only cross his arms over his head to block the attack.
Boom!
Boom!
Ailin's kick sent Aizen plummeting like a comet crashing to earth. The air was struck by Aizen's body into rings of sonic boom clouds that spread outward in circles.
Boom!
The ground was smashed into a huge crater, kicking up a dust explosion dozens of meters high.
Then, a figure shot out of the dust cloud and fled swiftly across the ground.
"Oh? You're not dead yet? Looks like you've got some skill after all."
Projection!
Ailin raised his right hand high, his index finger pointing toward the sky.
In an instant, dozens of Zanpakuto appeared behind Ailin. Under his control, they turned into streaks of afterimages and shot toward the fleeing figure on the ground.
Boom!
Boom, boom!
Boom, boom, boom...
Boom!
One projected Zanpakuto after another struck Aizen's position like cannon shells, forcing him to use Shunpo continuously to evade.
In the forest, a clump of grass rustled and swayed. Several seconds later, a silver-haired, slit-eyed boy crawled out from the brush and slowly approached the pale yellow barrier.
Matsumoto Rangiku's childhood friend, Gin Ichimaru!