First Division study room.
The afterglow of the setting sun shines in through the window and falls into the room.
The whole room was illuminated red, as if soaked in blood.
And in the center of the room, a corpse was lying here.
Siwei Yan's body.
He lay there with his eyes closed and his face pale. The wound on his chest was no longer bleeding, and there was only a deep crack running through his entire chest.
The strongest Shinigami in the millennium, the founder of Thirteen Court Guard Squads, and the captain of First Division.
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto stood next to the corpse.
He leaned on crutches with both hands and lowered his head, his eyes falling on Yan Si's young face. That face was very quiet, as if he was asleep.
The smile of the past is gone, the laziness of the past is gone, nothing is left.
He just stood there quietly, speechless for a long time.
The setting sun cast a long shadow on him, which extended to the corner of the wall. Crash.
The sound of the door opening.
Lieutenant Chōjirō Sasakibe walked in.
He walked to Captain-General Yamamoto, lowered his head slightly and looked at Yan Si.
That young face, those closed eyes.
Originally, he thought that this person would be the junior who would take over Master Genryūsai's responsibilities.
The person who always stands on the left hand side of Master Genryūsai.
A few days ago, the two were still discussing how to get Chiziro Kenpachi to help, how to get Kenpachi Zaraki and Unohana Retsu to make breakthroughs, and they were still discussing the plan proposed by Yan Si.
Within a short period of time.
What he saw was a cold corpse.
In the past thousand years, he has seen countless corpses.
When Yhwach led Quincy to attack Soul Society, he was also the leading soldier in the charge. At that time, countless people died every day, people fell every day, and corpses passed by him every day.
But the Soul Society obtained by those sacrifices is meant to make the lives of those who come after us better.
But I never imagined that it would be like this now.
He spoke softly.
"Genryūsai-sama."
"Yoruichi Shihōin resigned from his position as commander of Second Division Captain and Punishment Force."
He did not mention the battle between Yoruichi and Retsu Unohana.
With such a strong Reiatsu bursting out, Master Genryūsai must have known about it.
That golden thunder can be felt throughout Blood-Colored Mist and Seireitei.
Captain-General Yamamoto said nothing, his eyes kept on Yan Si's face.
"Yeah, I understand." Then he continued to ask.
"Chōjirō," the voice was a little hoarse. "I am a bit old and can't remember many things clearly."
"What do you remember about Enrakyōten?"
Sasakibe raised his head suddenly and looked at Captain-General Yamamoto's side face.
There was no expression on that old face, and a light suddenly appeared in his mind, and he responded quickly.
"Enrakyōten is Great Nobles Tsunayashiro Clan, a Zanpakuto passed down from generation to generation."
"Its ability is very special. By consuming Soul Power, it can imitate all Zanpakutō abilities you have ever seen."
"Whether it's the strongest fire-type Zanpakuto Ryūjin Jakka, or Kidō-type's Kyōka Suigetsu."
His tone became excited unconsciously.
"Anything is OK!"
He looked at Yan Si's body, the wound that penetrated the chest, and continued.
"But the shortcomings of Enrakyōten are very obvious."
"When imitating, you need to always provide Soul Power." "Otherwise, it will become the most ordinary Zanpakutō."
This time Kenpachi Zaraki only brought the body of Yan Si, and the Zanpakutō was not brought out with him.
But if it is really Enrakyōten imitating Kyōka Suigetsu.
There is only one possibility. At this time, Yan Si is consuming Soul Power around.
Captain-General Yamamoto nodded.
"That's it."
"I also remembered it."
The voice fell.
He clenched the crutch in his right hand and pulled it straight up.
Boom!!!
Hot flames spurted out from the crutch and instantly enveloped Yan Si's body, completely insulating it.
The flames were beating and burning, licking the corpse. Sasakibe looked at the flames, and his mind was racing very fast.
Kyōka Suigetsu's hypnosis can indeed create illusions.
But for a body as special as Yan Si to be misunderstood by everyone, it must have been replaced by something.
After all, there are Shinigami, Quincy and the virtual Reishi on Yan Si's body.
The aura of those three forces mixed together is unique.
It is impossible for a piece of air or a stone to be completely mistaken for a corpse like Yan Si, even if Aizen comes.
So there must be something here, and this thing must contain three forces.
No matter what it is, if it is isolated by Captain-General Yamamoto's flame envelope, it won't take long for it to appear.
The flames are burning and dancing.
After a moment, Captain-General Yamamoto waved his hand.
The flames dissipated and the temperature in the room dropped instantly.
Sasakibe's eyes widened, his lips trembled slightly, and after a moment he lowered his head and sighed. The corpse was still there.
Lying on the futon with eyes closed, his face was pale, and the scars on his chest were still there.
Nothing has changed.
In other words, this is not Enrakyōten, nor is it something else.
This corpse is really Siwei Yan himself.
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto closed his eyes slightly, drooped his old eyelids, and spoke slowly.
"Chōjirō, put this brat in the Main Hall."
"Wait until Aizen and Wandenreich are resolved."
"Hold Squad Funeral."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the door, his back looking rickety in the sunset.
Sasakibe looked at that back and couldn't help but sigh slightly.
Master Genryūsai has wanted to train younger generations since he opened the gym, so that more people can protect themselves and Soul Society will no longer be in chaos. In these nearly a thousand years, he has seen countless people come and go, and has seen countless people die in front of him.
But Sasakibe can clearly see it.
The adults love Yan Si very much, but they don't express it very much.
It not only refers to Yan Si's talent and learning ability, but also the way the other person thinks.
That is a completely different thinking from Shinigami, as well as the persistence and bottom line in my heart.
That is something that neither Kyōraku Shunsui nor Ukitake Jūshirō has ever had.
Rather than saying it is Shinigami, it is closer to human beings.
Yan Si is a warm Shinigami.
Sasakibe sighed again.
He turned around and stretched out his arms to hold Yan Si's body, and walked towards First Division Main Hall.
Go through the corridor, walk through the courtyard, and open the door.
This is actually Meditation room of Captain-General Yamamoto. It's not big and very quiet.
There was a futon spread on the floor and a picture hanging on the wall.
Sasakibe Place Yan Si on the futon, place it in the center and let him lie down flat.
Then he lit the candles on both sides.
The orange-red firelight danced on the candle wick, illuminating Yan Si's face.
Sasakibe said softly.
"Don't worry Yan Si, your sacrifice will never be in vain."
"Both Kenpachi Zaraki and Captain Unohana have achieved breakthroughs."
"We can definitely annihilate the enemy."
Sasakibe stood quietly for a while after finishing speaking.
Then turned and left the room.
The door closed behind him. Only the light of the candle and the cold body were left in the room.
After a long time.
Two figures appeared in the room.
The figure Manifestation came out of the darkness, as if coming out of the wall.
Chiziro Kenpachi appeared with no expression on his face, and Amatsuyu Takuru followed him, his slender outline vaguely visible in the candlelight.
Amatsuyu Takuru leaned into Chiziro Kenpachi's ear and whispered.
"You are really willing." There was teasing in her voice, "You actually gave Soul Jade to Enrakyōten."
"Although you did deceive Captain-General Yamamoto, wouldn't your Soul Jade be wasted?"
The judgments of Captain-General Yamamoto and Sasakibe are correct.
The corpse of Yan Si in front of us is indeed Enrakyōten, and it is still consuming Soul Jade.
Otherwise, even if you use Kyōka Suigetsu, it will be impossible to completely deceive so many captains.
Chiziro Kenpachi glanced at the corpse on the futon and Soul Jade at the heart, and he made a rough estimate. "With the current level of consumption."
"I can still hold on for another fifteen years."
"That's enough."
He looked away.
"Besides, I'm not interested in so-called evolution."
He was somewhat interested at first, but after seeing White Demon and Blood Demon, he lost interest in the so-called evolution.
Because that might change Amatsuyu Takuru, which he doesn't want.
Amatsuyu Takuru continued.
"Speaking of which, there are actually some flaws, right?"
"Yoruichi, as the wife of Yan Si, is indeed angry."
"But it doesn't make sense that you didn't come here to ask for the body, right?"
Chiziro Kenpachi shook his head. "You don't want to read more of Central Library's books."
"If Shinigami or above Captain-level dies, Squad Funeral must be performed."
He looked at Amatsuyu Takuru.
"Even Great Nobles cannot be taken away."
"This is the rule set by Five Noble Houses and Squad Zero when Soul Society was founded."
Amatsuyu Takuru is a little confused.
"Huh?"
"Why are there such rules?"
"Are you afraid that people will come back to life?"
Chiziro Kenpachi was silent for a moment.
"I don't know exactly why."
"But that's the rule." He looked at the body.
"So it's okay that Yoruichi Shihōin didn't ask for the body."
"Rather, if she keeps asking for it."
"On the contrary, it will arouse suspicion."
Amatsuyu Takuru nodded.
"Oh!"
"That's it."
Chiziro Kenpachi said the figure gradually faded, and those outlines were blurred in the candlelight.
"Let's go, we have to prepare the puppet again."
Amatsuyu Takuru chuckled.
"You talk a lot today!"
Her figure also disappeared. Only the light of the candle remained in the room.
Burning quietly.
Reflecting the cold corpse.
Ninth Division Backyard entrance.
Lieutenant Yamagane Tetsu stood there.
His face was frighteningly pale, like a piece of paper soaked in water.
Those wrinkles appear deeper on the face, and the eye sockets are sunken and the cheekbones are protruding.
His hands were drooped, his fingers were slightly curled at his sides, and his pupils were completely unfocused.
The eyes were open, but there was nothing inside.
No light, no shadow, nothing.
Even when being suppressed by Reiatsu of Captain-General Yamamoto. When being squeezed by Minazuki of Yoruichi and Retsu Unohana.
He didn't have any reaction.
What does Siwei Yan die in battle!
Ah!?
What the hell does it mean to die in Muken!?
It was Kenpachi Zaraki who killed it!
Old Iron's mind is extremely confused.
Those words were spinning around in his mind.
Yan Si, died in battle, Muken, Kenpachi Zaraki.
Those words pierced his mind like knives.
He staggered back here.
He walked across the street and through the alley. He didn't know how he got back.
His feet were moving, but there was nothing in his mind.
Only those words are turning.
He stood at the door of the backyard.
Looking at the familiar door.
The door he goes in and out of every day.
That door that Captain Yan Si also enters and exits every day.
But he couldn't lift his feet.
What should I say?
How to face the team members of Ninth Division?
How should I speak to Tōshirō Hitsugaya?
He doesn't know. He doesn't know at all.
"Old Iron, Ninth Division will be left to you."
Yan Si's words kept echoing in my ears.
Over and over, over and over again.
He just stood at the gate, like a cold statue.
A team member came back from outside and saw Old Iron standing there, and stepped forward to ask in confusion.
"Lieutenant?"
"What happened?"
The team members have also spent a long time with Old Iron.
I have never seen Lieutenant look so lost and lost.
Old Iron did not respond.
The soldier frowned and stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Old Iron, but there was no response. He then stretched out his hand and patted Old Iron on the shoulder.
Snap.
As soon as his hand touched Old Iron's shoulder, he froze.
"Good ice!" His voice was high-pitched. The ice was not normal ice, it was ice like dead people.
The other team members quickly gathered around and looked around.
"Send it to Fourth Division quickly!"
"Don't move!"
"Where are the first responders!"
"Bring First Aid Kit over here!"
The noisy sound woke up Old Iron.
He blinked and said hoarsely.
"No need." His voice was soft and dry.
"I'm fine."
The soldiers stopped and looked at him.
"Lieutenant."
Someone said cautiously.
"You look like you're going to die."
"How can it be okay?"
"Yes."
Another person echoed.
"We will write about the team affairs in detail these days."
"Just wait until you are well and get it stamped!"
Old Iron waved his hand again and said. "It's really okay."
He raised his feet and walked into the backyard, and then his eyes widened.
I saw a white figure standing under the crooked neck tree.
He was stunned for a moment and then quickly walked forward.
The feet stepped on the stone slabs, making a rapid clicking sound.
He shouted excitedly at the white figure.
"Team!"
Before he could shout, the figure turned around, his little face tensed.
Tōshirō Hitsugaya looked at Old Iron, frowned and asked.
"Old Iron Lieutenant, are you back?"
"What was said in this emergency meeting?"
"Is it very troublesome?" Old Iron stared at Tōshirō.
Staring at the tight little face, the pair of icy blue eyes, the serious face.
The scene from not long ago suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Old Iron, you have to help Tōshirō."
The voice of Yan Si rang in my ears.
Ah.
Is that so?
Yan Si Captain.
Did you already know there would be such a result?
Two streams of heat surged out of the corners of his eyes.
The heat was so hot that it streaked across his cold face.
It dripped from the chin and onto the ground. Plop.
Tōshirō felt nervous and asked again quickly.
"Lieutenant?"
"What happened?"
Old Iron's eyes were full of tears. Those tears were like broken beads, falling continuously, and he was speechless for a long time.
He just looked at Tōshirō with tears in his eyes.
Ninth Division's team members gathered around.
They stood around in silence.
They also felt something was wrong and looked at the two people one after another.
Renji Abarai stood at the front, Shūhei Hisagi stood next to him, Izuru Kira stood on the other side, and Momo Hinamori stood at the back.
Four people stood closest to the two.
They looked at Old Iron, and for some reason they began to feel sad in their hearts. That feeling surged up from the bottom of their hearts, blocking their chests and pressing down on their throats.
In Ninth Division's backyard there was only the sound of Old Iron's silent tears falling.
Snap, snap, snap.
Especially clear on a quiet night.
After a long time, Old Iron reached out and held Tōshirō's shoulder.
he said tremblingly.
"Hitsugaya Third Seat."
"Please apply to become Captain of the Ninth Division."
Tōshirō's eyes widened, shock flashed in his ice blue eyes.
"What!?" His voice rose.
The surrounding team members were also extremely shocked.
But no one made a sound, no one spoke, and no one moved. Everyone realized a problem.
That means something happened to Captain Yan Si!
Renji shouted loudly immediately.
"Old Iron Lieutenant!"
"What happened to Captain Yan Si!?"
Even a fool like him could have guessed something.
Old Iron ignored Renji, pressed Tōshirō's shoulders with both hands, and said again.
"Hitsugaya Third Seat."
"You are the person designated by Captain Yan Si during his lifetime!"
Before death!?
These two words fell into the ears of the people around them.
Everyone was stunned. Renji shouted loudly again.
"Lieutenant!" His voice was trembling, "What happened!?"
Old Iron looked at Tōshirō.
Looking at those eyes that were shocked but not panicked.
He laughed with tears in his eyes.
As expected of Captain Yan Si.
He let go of his hand, turned around, scanned everyone, and spoke in a trembling voice.
"Yan Si Captain."
"Fight to death."
What?
Renji's mouth opened, but no sound came out.
His roar failed to come out, so he fell into silence. The entire backyard was silent, and everyone stood in place.
suddenly.
The night sky just fell.
Snowflakes were falling.
The snowflakes are very white and very small.
One piece, two pieces, three pieces, more and more.
It's snowing throughout Soul Society.
Those snowflakes are falling from the sky.
fell to the ground.
fell on the roof.
It falls on everyone.
Soon, the snowflakes covered Soul Society with a layer of silver frost. Ninth Division The shoulders and heads of everyone in the backyard were covered with silver.
Tōshirō Hitsugaya raised his head and looked at the snow in the sky.
Those snowflakes are falling from the darkness.
He reached out his hand and caught a piece.
Snowflakes fell on his palms, which were very cold.
It quickly melts and turns into a drop of water.
Snowflakes fell on his face.
It melted on his face and turned into water droplets, sliding down his cheeks.
He spoke slowly.
"I will be Captain of the Ninth Division."
His voice was calm.
Very firm. Echoing in the snowy yard.
Tōshirō stood there.
His hand was on the Zanpakutō at his waist.
Those ice blue eyes stared at the sky.
Staring at the falling snowflakes.
He spoke.
The voice is very soft.
But everyone heard it.
"I will be Captain of the Ninth Division."
The voice fell.
He drew out the Zanpakutō from his waist.
The blade of the sword was unsheathed, shining coldly in the snow light. He held the sword in both hands.
The blade of the sword was raised above his head and facing the sky, roaring angrily.
"Bankai!!!"
Boom!
Ice blue Reiatsu exploded from his body.
Sweeping in all directions, wherever it passed, the snow on the ground was lifted up and the snowflakes in the air were shattered.
The soldiers standing around were pushed back by this wave of Reiatsu.
Old Iron was holding on to that Reiatsu, eyes fixed on that little figure.
Tōshirō's Reiatsu continues to explode.
It condensed and formed behind him, turning into a blue dragon, covered with ice crystals.
Those ice crystals sparkled in the snow light.
It opened its mouth and uttered a silent the Roar. Then it rushed into the sky.
Boom!!!
Ice Dragon soared into the sky, tearing the air and tearing apart the darkness.
It dashes into the clouds and disappears.
Then, a blizzard came and poured down.
The icy wind is blowing in Soul Society.
Second Division Squad Barracks.
The room is very dark.
Only the snowy light outside the window came in, casting a faint white color on the ground.
Marechiyo Ōmaeda was sitting there kneeling.
He put the Second Division Captain Haori in front of him. The white clothes were neatly folded and glowed softly in the snow light.
There are two large Chinese characters embroidered on the back, with clear lines.
Hachi Saaya knelt and sat opposite him.
She lowered her head and looked at the Haori. Her face was covered by shadows and her expression could not be seen clearly. Only her shoulders were shaking slightly.
Omaeda opening.
"Master Shunko said."
"I want you to become the captain of Second Division."
Hachi Saaya did not respond.
She just stretched out her hand and grabbed the Haori, squeezed it tightly with her fingers, and then held it in her arms.
Omaeda looked at her for a long time.
Then he stood up, turned around and left, opened the door and walked out and closed it.
The movement was very light and there was no sound. Hachi Saaya was the only one left in the room.
She knelt and sat there holding Haori, her head lowered and motionless.
Only my shoulders were shaking and my breathing was quick.
Then.
A loud roar came from the room.
The sound was very muffled.
"Lady Yoruichi!"
Echoing in the snow.
Omaeda is standing in the corridor.
I raised my head and looked at the sky. The snowflakes were falling from the darkness, one after another.
he said softly.
"Soul Society Can it also snow?" "It's rare."
far away.
A Ice Dragon soars into the sky from Ninth Division.
The dragon's body was covered with ice crystals, shining blue in the snow light.
It dashes into the clouds and disappears.
Omaeda looked at the dragon and the snow that was getting heavier and heavier, and murmured.
"It's almost time for me to leave."
He turned and walked outside.
The footsteps left long traces in the snow.
Sixth Division.
Kuchiki Byakuya stood in the corridor. He raised his head and looked at the falling snowflakes in the sky.
Those snowflakes fell in the yard, on the cherry blossom trees, and on the bluestone, forming a silvery white surface.
Hisana Kuchiki stood beside him, holding his arms with both hands.
She also raised her head and looked at the snow.
Byakuya spoke softly.
"Hisana, forgive me."
He took out a box from his cuff, containing Soul Jade.
Originally, he did not plan to use Soul Jade so early.
If you really have a breakthrough, I'm afraid it will take a lot of time to stabilize your body.
This will result in less time spent with Hisana.
If you can't fully control the power.
Maybe Future won't be able to stand too close to Hisana. Of course, as long as he controls his power early, it will be fine.
Hisana The hand holding his arm tightened.
She raised her head and looked into Byakuya's eyes. Her eyes were very calm and she said softly:
"Byakuya, do it."
She looked at him encouragingly.
"Go ahead."
Byakuya looked into those gentle eyes.
He put his arms around Hisana, held her in his arms, and rested his chin on the top of her head.
Said softly.
"Hmm."
Snowflakes fell on the two of them.
It fell on their embracing figures. It spread into a silvery white.
Eighth Division Square.
It's snowing heavily.
Those snowflakes fell on the bluestone and soon became a thick layer.
Kyōraku Shunsui was sitting in the middle of the square, with his bamboo hat beside him and his hair covered with snow.
Hirako Shinji sat opposite him, his golden hair covered with snowflakes.
There were three bottles of Spiritual Intoxication placed in front of them. The bottles were steaming in the snow.
Hirako Shinji picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. He put the glass down and spoke.
"Speak of it."
"This is the first time I've seen Soul Society snow."
Kyōraku Shunsui nodded. He picked up the wine bottle and filled the empty wine glass next to him.
The wine poured into the cup and made a crisp sound.
"Yeah, I haven't seen him a few times."
He looked at the empty cup.
"Brother Hirako, do you think that boy Yan Si is Feigning Death?"
Hirako raised his head and looked at the sky with his lips raised.
The snowflakes fell on his face and melted quickly.
"You also felt the Reiatsu that First Division broke out a while ago."
Kyōraku Shunsui sighed softly, "Ah."
The body of Yan Si is in First Division.
Not only was the Jail inspected by the Captain Unohana when it was released.
It must have been verified by Old Man Yamamoto a while ago. He raised his glass and toasted to the empty seat, and said
"To be honest, I always thought I would die in front of my junior brother."
He turned his head and said to the person approaching.
"You said so, Jūshirō Ukitake."
Ukitake Jūshirō walked to the empty seat with snow on his hair.
He sat down cross-legged, picked up the wine glass in front of the empty glass, and spoke.
"Yes, I also thought I would die in front of my junior brother."
He looked at the wine in the glass.
"He hates it when people waste good things."
As he spoke, he drank the glass of wine.
Hirako simply grabbed a bottle of Spiritual Intoxication, brought it to his mouth, and drank it in a gulp. The wine flowed from the corner of his mouth and dripped on the snow.
He put down the wine bottle and wiped the corners of his mouth with his hand. "I really think I can live longer than him."
"That boy is too crazy in what he does, and he always likes to be clever."
He looked at Kyōraku and Jūshirō Ukitake.
"Don't you know, that kid likes to be clever when he was Academy."
Ukitake Jūshirō also picked up the wine bottle and took a sip, smiling in response.
"Hahaha."
"Junior brother Yan Si did often do small tricks before."
Kyōraku Shunsui also grabbed Spiritual Intoxication and drank it.
"That kid really thinks that we guys who have been around for hundreds of years are stupid."
"It's just that many times, we think in different ways."
Hirako Shinji's face was flushed, and the redness spread from his cheeks to his neck, and he spoke loudly and dissatisfiedly.
"So!" "I just don't understand!"
"Why would that kid make such a choice!"
He clasped his fingers.
"Whether it's to Human World to perform the mission."
"Let's go to Hueco Mundo Expedition."
"Or facing the situation of Aizen."
"Why can't he say everything clearly?"
"Let's think about what to do together."
He shook the wine bottle at the corner of his mouth.
"Is this fun?"
Kyōraku Shunsui also shook the wine bottle.
"Of course it's not interesting." "At least for us Shinigami."
Jūshirō Ukitake was also drinking. He put down the wine bottle and spoke.
"Junior brother Yan Si, maybe you have seen too many Future."
"That's why you choose this path."
The three of them fell silent at the same time.
No one spoke.
Only the snow is falling and the wind is blowing.
far away.
A Ice Dragon soars into the sky from Ninth Division.
Breaking through the darkness and disappearing into the snow.
The snow is falling harder.
Those snowflakes poured down from the sky and fell on the three of them.
The three of them faced the sky.
Raise your glass.
Drink together.
Hueco Mundo, Las Noches.
In the eternal darkness, the pale moon hung in the sky.
Aizen sat on the throne with one hand on his chin and his elbow on the armrest.
Those eyes looked forward, looking at the void illuminated by the moonlight.
He was wearing a white robe and his hair was combed back into a bun, revealing a smooth forehead.
Kaname Tōsen walked in from outside.
He held a report in his hand and walked to Aizen. He lowered his head and looked a little confused, with an unbelievable look on his face, and said softly.
"Lord Aizen."
"There is urgent information from Soul Society."
Aizen didn't look at him and said calmly:
"Don't be nervous, yes."
"No matter what happens, it won't have any impact on us."
Kaname Tōsen calmed down, took a deep breath and said:
"Captain of the Ninth Division Siwei Yan died in battle at Muken."
Aizen did not respond.
Kaname Tōsen continued:
"During the meeting, Third Division Captain Gin Ichimaru failed to attack Kenpachi Zaraki."
"Second Division Captain Yoruichi Shihōin failed to challenge Retsu Unohana and resigned from Second Division Captain's position." "Currently Siwei Yan's body is in First Division."
After saying that, he stood quietly beside him.
To be honest, Kaname Tōsen didn't believe that Yan Si died like this, and he confirmed it many times.
Siwei Yan is a person recognized by Lord Aizen.
In other words, the person who gave him direction in his pursuit of justice, how could he die so easily?
Aizen turned his head slightly and looked at the moon in the sky.
After looking at it for a long time, he spoke.
"Yes."
"How many evolutions does Espada still need at present?"
Kaname Tōsen responded immediately.
"Third Espada Nelliel's second evolution was successful."
"Fourth Espada Diya·Tier Harribel's second evolution was successful." "Fifth Espada Ulquiorra Cifer, Sixth Espada Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Seventh Espada Zommari·Luru, Eight Blades Nnoitra·Gilga, Ninth Espada Ilfort·Granz all succeeded."
"Only First Espada Second Espada and Espada are left."
Because his strength increased greatly after his second evolution.
Some people are already dissatisfied with First Espada Coyote·Starrk and Second Espada Baraggan·Ruisenbang.
But because Third Espada often intervenes to block it.
As a result, no one has successfully attacked the first two.
Aizen responded calmly.
"This is also normal."
"After all, Coyote·Starrk and Yammy·Rialgo are more special."
Kaname Tōsen heard something from his words.
Aizen is dissatisfied with Second Espada Baraggan·Ruisenbang.
This guy is different from Starrk. There is no near-infinite Spiritual Power that makes it difficult to break through. Nor does Yammy have the characteristics that need to be accumulated.
He simply couldn't express his extreme emotions, which resulted in his being unable to break through.
Aizen stood up and his white robe slipped off the throne.
The moonlight fell on him and cast a long shadow on the ground.
"If within three months, Baraggan still can't break through."
"Tell the people behind you that you can compete for his number."
The reason why Nelliel took action was to prevent the people below from competing for the title of One or Two Blades.
One is because she doesn't want Espada to kill each other, and the other is because it's Aizen's order.
After all, we are still in the period of evolution, so Vasto Lorde cannot be wasted.
But if Baraggan still doesn't work, then it can only be eliminated.
Kaname Tōsen bows.
"Yes, Lord Aizen." Aizen turned around and walked straight back into the room.
He walked to the center of the room and stopped, then raised his hand and waved it casually in the air.
A dark crack appeared in the air.
Garganta.
Aizen stepped in and disappeared into the darkness.
Garganta closes behind him.
Dangai.
Aizen walked out of Garganta and stood in the passage of Dangai.
He put his hands in his pockets and the Spiritual Power on his body began to shrink.
That powerful Reiatsu was withdrawn into the body bit by bit.
He didn't step out Dangai until nothing could be leaked.
Karakura Town. In the sky of First High School.
A cracked Garganta appeared.
Aizen came out of it.
He stood in the air and looked down.
Night shrouds the city, and the streets are dotted with lights.
He fell to the ground and walked fifty meters next to the school Shopping Street.
The street is not wide and there are various shops on both sides.
Convenience store, pull Noodle Shop...
He walked forward to the middle of the street.
There is a Bookstore that looks very old.
The store is not big, the door is made of wood, and there are various posters on the glass windows.
There is a signboard hanging above the door. A Bookstore.
Aizen looked at the sign and smiled.
He opened the door.
The doorbell jingled, and the crisp sound echoed in Bookstore.
There was a young man sitting behind the counter.
He was wearing a simple T-shirt and his hair was a little messy.
He was holding a comic book in his hand, his eyes fell on the page, and he said without raising his head.
"Welcome."
"The left is comics, the right is novels, we don't have x18 content here."
"Of course, if you really want some books about health and sports."
He pointed to the left.
"Then go all the way from the left to the end." After saying that, his eyes still fell on the comic book in his hand.
After a while, it seemed that no footsteps were heard.
The man raised his head.
He was stunned for a moment when he saw Aizen, and then laughed.
"Yo!"
"Long time no see, brother Aizen."
Aizen says hello with a smile.
"Long time no see, brother Yan Si."
Yan Si pointed to the table behind the counter.
"Come."
"This is the latest comic strip."
He picked up a comic book and shook it. On the cover was a man wearing a straw hat.
"The Man of the Pirate King".
"Quite interesting."
Aizen walked over naturally.
He walked around the counter and sat at the table.
There are two cups of tea on the table, still steaming.
He glanced at the cover and shook his head.
"No."
"I still like the novels written by brother Yan Si."
Yan Si nodded.
"That's it."
He put down the comic book, took it out from under the counter, and handed it over. There were a few words written on the cover of the book.
"Dark Journey to the West".
"Look slowly."
Aizen took the book and held it in his hands, then opened the book and started reading like that.
Yan Si also picked up "The Man of the Pirates" and continued watching.
It's very quiet in Bookstore.
There is only the sound of turning books.
Occasionally the wind blows in from outside the door.
In this old Bookstore.
Yan Si and Aizen are sitting at the table behind the counter.
One person reads comics and the other person reads novels.
Very quiet...