Ichimaru Gin's Death

Even Aizen sensed that something was wrong at this moment. He could no longer control his body; he felt as though he were about to vanish.

"After being together for so long, I never expected you to have hidden another trump card from me." A cold glint flashed in Aizen's eyes as he lowered his head and shook it in dissatisfaction.

It was not that Aizen did not know Ichimaru Gin's abilities, but now it seemed that Gin had only shown him what he wanted him to know. Who knew what else he had been hiding behind Aizen's back?

"What use is knowing now? In just a few minutes, you'll disappear from here forever." Ichimaru Gin looked at him with a smiling face, and inwardly, he could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. He had not expected this to be so easy.

"Do you think this is all I'm capable of?" Aizen smiled disdainfully and shook his head. Then, at that very instant, he vanished from where he stood, leaving only the Hogyoku to fall lonely to the ground.

Ichimaru Gin's heart tightened. Had he failed? But Aizen had already disappeared. Forget it. There was no point thinking about such things. Something like the Hogyoku should not continue to exist.

Ichimaru Gin prepared to destroy that evil thing.

Unexpectedly, a pair of pale, powerful hands picked it up. Aizen had actually appeared before him again, looking at him with amusement and contempt, as though mocking his overestimation of himself.

"You're actually the greatest contributor to this. If you hadn't been so eager to destroy me, how could the Hogyoku have truly become mine so quickly?" Aizen looked at him as if he were an ant, utterly disdainful.

Now, he had borrowed another's power to make himself even stronger,