Snap!
Iori snapped his fingers. Translucent ripples swept past, and Syura collapsed onto the ground as though every bone in his body had been pulled out.
"I, I, I... my lord, no... no! I... Father... no, I am... what am I..."
Faceless One! Revolutionary Army! Iori Aizen! Aahhh, all of you go die!!!
The young man's expression abruptly changed, and his voice turned as vicious as a wolf's, only to change back again the next moment.
"No! Who are you?!"
Syura fell into tremendous confusion, babbling incoherently as sweat continually dripped down his face. Though he had not moved at all, he gasped heavily... After a long while, his body stopped trembling. He slowly raised his head and looked up at Iori.
"Lord... Lord Aizen... I think... something is wrong with me... For one moment, I actually... actually wanted to, urgh! Blegh... wanted to kill you!!!"
Kill! Kill! Kill! Unforgivable! How dare you attack me—
"Shut up! Shut up!"
Syura screamed in collapse. The fingers of his metal prosthetic limbs clawed viciously at his face, tearing bloody gashes into his skin from the sheer force.
Yet, as though he felt no pain at all, he suddenly leaped up and crawled over on all fours like a wild dog. He hugged Iori's leg and pressed his forehead against it—his body intermittently convulsed from overwhelming agitation.
"How could I have such a terrifying thought? It must be the devil's temptation!
...Please... please, Lord Aizen! Remove the devil from my mind!"
Kill him! I have to kill him! He's the real devil! No, he's a Bleach!
A grown man broke down, crying and screaming hysterically. Blood and tears mixed together, making him look utterly deranged.
Not only were Will and the others startled, even Iori frowned slightly.
Looks like I overdid it... After