Central Underground Prison

Ignoring Aizen's prison clothes, he was carried around like an emperor by a group of people, with carriages and guards around him. In terms of pomp alone, he far exceeded the standards of Captain-Commander.

Aizen, however, also displayed the demeanor of a king. He raised his head slightly, squinted his eyes, and surveyed his territory under the protection of the 9th Division.

Because Tsuna was there, no shackles were put on Aizen's face. His arrogant demeanor made Kensei grit his teeth in frustration.

I'm so angry, but I can't beat them...

"Alright, tone it down a bit. You don't want to be paraded through the streets on your knees, do you?" Tsuna said to Aizen, half-threateningly.

Aizen's expression finally softened, and he returned to his gentle and refined demeanor, watching the changes in Seireitei while using his spiritual pressure to transmit his voice to Tsuna.

"Was the change in Seireitei your doing, Sawada Tsunayoshi?"

"You're overthinking it. Old Man Yamamoto has wanted to change things for a long time, but he's been suppressed by those nobles." Tsuna doesn't have the habit of taking credit for himself.

"Nobles? Ha, it seems I deserve some credit for this."

"Yes, you traded yourself for the Central 46, which allowed the old man's policies to be gradually implemented." Tsuna didn't hide anything; this was all information that Aizen could find out.

"Am I the wind that's turning this windmill?" Aizen with some emotion. What if his goal wasn't to become the Soul King, but to change Soul Society with the Captain-Commander? What would the outcome have been?

"Honestly, with your talent, if you didn't cause so much trouble, becoming the next captain of the Gotei 13 wouldn't be impossible. Kyōraku, on the other hand, wants to be a hands-off manager before he's even taken the position." Tsuna seemed to be able to see through Aizen's thoughts.

"Every change requires blood to drive it, and I don't mind being the price for bringing about change."

Aizen never regretted what he had done. Even if he didn't intend to become the Soul King, if he had the chance to do it all over again, he would still slaughter those incompetent people without hesitation, just to promote change in the Soul Society.

"Well, there's nothing more to say," Tsuna said with a shrug.

In other words, no matter how many times it happens, Aizen's imprisonment is inevitable unless he is stronger than everyone else or cannot fall for Urahara's tricks.

Walking through the familiar area of the military district, past the shopping street and training grounds, and gazing into the distance at the Shino Academy, Aizen, with his spiritual pressure, could naturally sense that there were beings in the academy no less powerful than himself.

"Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto Management Academy? That's quite a grand scheme," Aizen remarked. With this, the new generation of Bleach would have no worries about their future.

"The old man can't stay idle, he needs somewhere to go, right?" Tsuna asked casually. "By the way, don't we need to take a detour ahead?"

"No need, what she admires is just an idealized version of me." Now that he no longer needed to pretend, Aizen didn't care at all about showing his true self.

With a thud, a petite and adorable girl dropped her textbook at the corner not far ahead. She was wearing the uniform of the Shino Academy, and her identity was not that of a student, but a teacher.

A hint of reminiscence flashed in Aizen's eyes. Momo Hinamori, if he had to say who he felt most sorry for among all of them, it would be this Vice-Captain who blindly followed him.

Unfortunately, the man she longed for was not the real him.

Both Tsuna and Aizen noticed Momo Hinamori's faint spiritual pressure before they met. Since Aizen was willing to meet, Tsuna naturally had no reason to refuse.

"Aizen... Lord?"

Momo Hinamori stared blankly at Aizen, who was imprisoned in the carriage. The warmth of being pierced by Aizen's own hands still often flashed through her mind.

After being severely injured by Aizen's Lock Saketsu, she survived, but the spiritual pressure she could muster was no longer suitable for being a Bleach.

With her resume Vice-Captain, Momo Hinamori returned to the academy and became a proud teacher. She thought she would never see Aizen again in her life, but unexpectedly, they met again at the academy gate.

Momo Hinamori had imagined countless possibilities for their meeting, wondering what she would say then. Would she question Aizen about why he abandoned her? Or would she plunge her sword into the very man who had prevented her from becoming Bleach?

When her imagination became reality, Momo Hinamori found herself powerless, simply standing there dumbfounded. The moment she saw him, all her resentment vanished.

"Hinamori, it's been a long time."

He was still as gentle and refined as I remembered, if you ignored the prison clothes on Aizen's body.

After a brief greeting, Aizen showed no interest in engaging in a detailed conversation with Momo Hinamori, letting the carriage carry him forward as if they were both old friends and strangers.

"Please wait a moment!" Momo Hinamori suddenly stopped the carriage and ran forward, but was stopped by the members of the 9th Division as soon as she got close.

"Momo Hinamori, right? Aizen is an important prisoner, please keep your distance!" Muguruma Kensei stepped forward and said.

"I won't go forward, I'll just say one thing." Momo Hinamori was a little frightened by Kensei; with the loss of her strength, her courage was no longer what it used to be.

Kensei simply stood in front of Momo Hinamori, neither giving permission nor stopping her.

Knowing the rules of the workplace Momo Hinamori quickly shouted, "Lord Aizen! Thank you for taking care of me in the 5th Division!"

Without questioning or expressing indignation, only gratitude, Momo Hinamori knew that from this day forward, she and Aizen were completely on opposite sides of the same path, and would never have the chance to meet again.

At this final moment, if I wanted to say anything, perhaps all I could say was thank you?

Aizen did indeed pierce her body with his own hands during the Sōkyoku, but Momo Hinamori does not deny the care Aizen showed her when they were in the division. Regardless of Aizen's motives at the time, Momo Hinamori could feel that Aizen's concern for his subordinates was genuine.

Momo Hinamori and her friends once believed that Aizen was the best captain of the Gotei 13.

Rather than dwelling on past grievances, let's use this final meeting to put a clean end to our relationship.

The carriage did not slow down, and Momo Hinamori did not chase after it. She silently picked up her fallen books and watched Aizen leave her sight.

Starting today, it's time to embrace a new life.

Momo Hinamori turned her gaze to the academy and strode towards it. The past is the past; now she must embrace the future.

"Thank you for your efforts, Vice-Captain Hinamori..."

Faintly, that familiar voice rang in her ears once more. Momo Hinamori quickly turned around, but there was no sign of Aizen's carriage.

But Momo Hinamori was certain that it was Aizen's voice. A glint of light glistened on her face, and a smile as radiant as peach blossoms bloomed on Hinamori's cheeks.

That's great! So Lord Aizen isn't as cold as he seems. I'll try my best to live well, Lord Aizen!

"Yo yo yo, Vice-Captain, Momo Hinamori will be very touched, right? This wasn't something you orchestrated on purpose, was it, Aizen?"

Aizen's method of compressing his voice with spiritual pressure allowed him to evade Kensei and the others' attention, but it couldn't escape Tsuna's ears. As soon as Aizen finished speaking, Tsuna immediately followed with his teasing remark.

"Hmph, why don't you just say that this meeting was something you deliberately arranged!" Aizen wouldn't deny what he had done, just as he wouldn't admit to any feelings he had for anyone else.

"Fine, fine, I arranged it, okay?" Tsuna's helpless admission only fueled Aizen's anger.

"Enough!" Aizen's fiery tone suddenly turned calm. "Send me to the First Division."

"So you have no regrets? Shall I send you off to meet your old comrades?"

"From the moment we stepped out of Seireitei hundreds of years ago, we have never had the option to regret it. This is the promise between Kaname and me."

Aizen didn't want to see Kaname Tōsen, nor did he need to. Regardless of success or failure, they would sing praises to each other's bravery—it was an unspoken understanding between men.

"Let's go then. Please head towards the First Division."

At the First Division Barracks, only Shunsui Kyōraku was there to greet them at the door. He didn't stand on ceremony and complained directly, "You've finally arrived. I've been waiting for a long time."

"I think you want us to slow down a bit more." Tsuna immediately saw through Kyōraku's attempt to slack off. "Why are you the only one here?"

"The fewer people who know about the method used to imprison the most powerful criminal in Soul Society in the last hundred years, the better." Kyōraku adjusted his straw hat and greeted Aizen.

"Congratulations, Captain-Commander Kyōraku," Aizen said calmly.

"I'll have to trouble Aizen to take good care of the future Central Underground Prison," Shunsui Kyōraku replied. He also didn't believe that this so-called Great the Jail could imprison Aizen; it was all just Aizen binding himself.

This is for the best. Aizen into the Jail gives the Seireitei face, and in a way, the Jail has gained a terrifyingly powerful guardian.

"Lead the way." Aizen's tone made it seem as if he were the manager of this convoy, rather than some kind of criminal being escorted.

Descending the steps, it wasn't long before Tsuna returned to a familiar place, where they had witnessed Aizen's epic battle in the Soul King Palace.

"Open the door."

At Kyōraku's command, the gates of the Great the Jail were opened, revealing a pitch-black interior. Neither Tsuna nor Kyōraku went inside; instead, they allowed several members of the First Division to carry Aizen to the designated location.

"Get some rest, Aizen." This was Tsuna's farewell to Aizen.

"Come find me here when you need my help, Sawada Tsunayoshi."

From the darkness came Aizen's resolute voice. That round of Seireitei wasn't for nothing. Although he didn't know what had happened, Aizen was certain that the Soul Society had become more stable.

This is good news, but why has this kind of good news never happened in his hundreds of years Bleach? The sudden appearance of this good news is probably to prepare for the bad news that may come.

That's why Aizen left Tsuna with those words: in terms of strength alone, he had enough confidence.

"Shunsui Kyōraku, do your best! I'll be watching you from underground!"

Aizen's message made Kyōraku smile wryly. Well, another pressure monster, and right under his nose at that.

Aizen's second half of his sentence carried a threatening tone. If Kyōraku did not perform well, he might make a comeback from the Jail. Aizen believed that his love for Soul Society was no less than anyone else's.

The doors of the Great the Jail slowly closed, signaling the beginning of a dark and hopeless prison life. A flicker of curiosity crossed Aizen's eyes.

"I wonder what kind of fun you, little mouse, can bring me?"