"Is it really okay to make such a big fuss?"
Ichimaru Gin glanced at the battlefield roiling with chaotic spiritual pressure, a cold curve touching his lips. "But in the end, it's you two who've come to deal with me?" As he spoke, he slowly turned to look at Matsumoto Rangiku and Izuru Kira standing before him.
"Oh my, what a terrifying friendship card. If it's the two of you, I really can't bring myself to attack."
Matsumoto Rangiku looked at Ichimaru Gin with complicated eyes. No matter how hard she tried, she could not understand why Gin had chosen to follow Aizen, or why he had... betrayed the Soul Society.
"Gin..." Matsumoto Rangiku looked at Ichimaru Gin with dimmed eyes, before her expression gradually turned cold. "Surrender peacefully."
At those words, Kira began releasing the Zanpakuto in his hand. "Captain Ichimaru..."
"Sorry, but I can't surrender just yet... at least, not now." Ichimaru Gin still wore that smiling, narrow-eyed expression, revealing nothing of what he was thinking.
Boom.
With a wave of Aizen's hand, the five members of the Royal Guard and Captain-Commander Yamamoto were all forced back at once. They stood in midair, their gazes icy to the extreme.
"Hmph. As entertainment, you lot barely qualify."
Aizen stood at the very peak of the sky with his eyes closed, like a god. His words were arrogant beyond measure, yet his expression remained calm, touched with the faintest smile. "Come, you mortals... already on the verge of decay."
"Arrogant!"
With an angry shout, Ichibei Hyosube swung the True Strike in his hand and rapidly chanted, "Twilight, oh dark night, come pay me a visit~ Let us meet and share a bowl~ Drink this bowl, and souls scatter while spirits fly away~
On the road to the Yellow Springs,