"Still, you noticed a little too late. What a pity."
Urahara Kisuke shed his previous frivolous smile, his gaze turning icy to the extreme. "Though it's somewhat underhanded, the miasma of Hell combined with the Ninety-Six Jing Fire-Rack Seal—you've lost, Aizen!"
"Is that so?" Aizen nodded lightly, a scornful curve lifting at the corner of his lips. "Two months ago, this kind of seal might indeed have hindered me somewhat. But now..."
As he spoke, the sealing power within his body churned. Three crossed, sword-cone-like objects burst from his flesh, yet not a single drop of blood flowed. The expression on Aizen's face did not change in the slightest.
"...they're nothing more than petty tricks unfit for the stage!" As Aizen's words fell, the three sealing swords shattered like glass amid crisp cracking sounds, dissolving into spirit particles in midair.
"You've seen all there is to see. If this is the extent of your strength, then it's time for this farce to end..."
"Bankai, God-Killing Spear: Step-less Consecutive Blades!"
Squelch—
At that instant, a pristine white blade tip pierced straight through Aizen's heart. As though it had crossed space itself, it appeared without a sound and silently punched through Aizen's chest.
"Puh..."
Blood sprayed from Aizen's mouth. Since the battle began, this was the first time he had suffered such a severe injury—his heart had been pierced directly.
"Ichimaru Gin?" Captain-Commander Yamamoto raised a brow, a faint look of surprise on his face.
The others were the same. Ichimaru Gin's move had clearly caught them greatly off guard. Only Urahara Kisuke wore a light smile, as though he had known all along.
Aizen slowly turned around. Looking at Ichimaru Gin, who stood in the empty air behind him with a grim, cold smile, then glancing at a certain fallen body,