Rescue of the Great Hollow

The severed arm traced a parabola through the air, flying toward Aizen.

Aizen raised his hand slightly and caught the severed arm with ease. The instant his fingertips touched its flesh, the muscle fibers in the limb still twitched faintly despite having been cut off, as though they possessed a life of their own.

No—instead, it seemed the other party could even use this severed arm to launch an attack at a time like this.

"What astonishing vitality." Aizen looked toward Yuko, who was nonchalantly swinging her newly regrown arm around, and praised her in a low voice.

At the same time, a faint glow of spiritual pressure bloomed in his hand. A sealing array resembling a cage trapped the severed arm inside.

This guy was really cautious.

Yuko's eyelid twitched slightly, and she clicked her tongue in displeasure.

"Hey, it's your turn." Ignoring Ichigo's stunned expression beside her, Yuko reminded Aizen.

Aizen's eyes unnaturally moved up from Yuko's face and looked at her pair of vicious Demon Horns. "If you don't mind, those horns..."

"I mind."

"Heh." Aizen chuckled and made no further demands. "Since Miss Yuko is so generous, I naturally must keep my promise."

Yuko's eyelid twitched again. She suspected this guy was implying that she was stingy.

Aizen casually swung the Rukia he was carrying over.

"Rukia!"

Ichigo Kurosaki's reaction was incredibly fast. Almost the instant Aizen let go, he had already stretched out both arms in midair and caught the petite figure securely in his embrace.

"Ichigo..." Rukia weakly opened her eyes.

"Are you all right, Rukia?" Ichigo's eyes instinctively looked toward Rukia's chest. A huge hole had just been blown through it.

Rukia subconsciously followed Ichigo's gaze downward. After a moment of silence, her face flushed red. "What are you looking at, you pervert!"