Aizen's arrangements for Arima Shizuya were not complicated.
Because, when summed up, they amounted to only one sentence.
Overcome your fear and move toward the strong people of the past...
Challenge Guiganjo again, Shizuya-kun.
Huh? I had to fight Guiganjo Kenpachi again?
Sure, I had improved somewhat, but I was absolutely nowhere near the level where I could rival a captain-class opponent.
A head-on clash would definitely end badly.
So what exactly was Prison Master thinking? From the current situation alone, it was as exaggerated as forcing Arima Shizuya to go die.
Though he was deeply troubled, no matter what he thought... it was difficult to grasp Aizen's intentions through a letter alone.
In any case, he should meet him first and talk things over.
"Uh? You're ending your internship early?"
"That's right. It may be a little sudden, but there are other things I want to learn or witness. So there's no point in continuing to stay in the Second Division."
Unlike the grand banquet held when he had first arrived, tonight's gathering was much smaller, though it retained the same sense of ceremony.
Everyone in the Second Division with a name worth mentioning was present.
Upon hearing Arima Shizuya's words, Ōmaeda Marechiyo, seated near the front, rose quite knowingly.
He then made a simple gesture toward the seated officers behind him.
As expected of someone born into the Stealth Force, his proficiency in sign language was far beyond that of people from any other division.
Everyone silently withdrew, leaving only Yoruichi Shihouin sitting wordlessly in the seat of honor.
Yushiro wore an unmistakably confused expression. Kneeling on a cushion, he braced both hands against the table and leaned forward slightly.
"There are still four days left. Why not stay in the Second Division a little longer?"
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