"Shikashuin Kenma... died just like that?!"
Looking at the two severed chunks of charred remains not far away, Aizen's eyes widened slightly.
Even Shikashuin Kenma, whom he had found incredibly troublesome, had died so simply?
So easily, so carelessly, at Yamamoto Shigekuni's hands?
The entire process and its outcome were so absurd they were almost laughable.
Yet Aizen could not laugh.
He merely watched the charred corpse in silence as Kenma's subordinates gathered around it and surrounded the body.
The cheers of his colleagues rang in his ears.
"That rebel Shikashuin Kenma is finally dead!"
"So what if he stirred up a massive rebellion? We have the invincible Captain-General on our side!"
"Long live the Captain-General!"
"Before the Captain-General, every enemy is nothing but chickens and dogs!"
"Serves you right for being so arrogant. Now you know how formidable the Captain-General is, don't you?!"
"Next come these rebels who followed Shikashuin Kenma in his uprising!"
Hearing the cheers around him, Aizen frowned almost imperceptibly.
As his gaze swept over these so-called colleagues, an inexplicable surge of anger suddenly rose in his heart.
How laughable!
A pack of weaklings who could only cling to the strong to barely survive, who had merely been lucky enough to stay alive—what right did they have to speak here?
Trash borrowing the tiger's might!
Aizen looked again at the charred corpse, and the nameless anger in his heart flared even hotter.
Shikashuin Kenma, what the hell were you supposed to be?!
You strutted around so proudly every day, yet at the crucial moment, Yamamoto took you down in just a few moves.
You could not even force Yamamoto to use his Bankai.
He must have lost his mind back then, gone blind.
To have regarded such a boring piece of trash as his greatest threat.