As Gin Ichimaru finished speaking, the poison inside Aizen was activated in an instant.
The dust, which contained an extremely potent poison, invaded every cell in Aizen's body in the blink of an eye, dissolving them all.
"A viper-like ability."
"One hit, one kill."
"Very fitting for your personality, Gin."
"If it hits, there's truly no cure."
Aizen raised his arm. Starting at his fingertips, his Spirit Body was crumbling to dust and dispersing into the air.
Rather than a poison, this seemed more like some kind of Rule-based ability, one that could almost ignore an overwhelming difference in Spiritual Pressure.
It allowed Gin Ichimaru's Bankai to work all the same.
Even against Aizen's immense Spiritual Pressure, which was at the limit of what a Shinigami could possess, he was powerless before such a potent toxin. All he could do was watch as his body was broken down.
But despite this, Aizen's expression barely changed. Instead, he watched with interest as his body turned to dust, as though studying this unprecedented poison.
Seeing this, Gin's smiling expression slowly grew serious.
Knowing Aizen as he did, Gin knew he wouldn't simply stand there without doing anything unless he was certain he wouldn't die.
So it failed after all.
Looking at Aizen, who remained utterly composed, Gin knew there was a good chance his assassination attempt had failed.
Yet he wasn't particularly surprised.
After all, no one understood how terrifying Aizen was better than Gin did.
Wounding Aizen with this assassination attempt was already one of the better outcomes Gin could have hoped for.
And he had Nara Dan to thank for that. He had spoken with him beforehand, and the two of them had devised a plan together.
Most importantly, Nara Dan had completely restricted Aizen's Illusion. That was the single