"Used?" Wind Scar murmured. Yet his expression did not noticeably change. He had harbored such doubts before; there were simply too many coincidences.
"How did you know about this?" Wind Scar demanded coldly, his gaze still fixed on Aizen, killing intent concealed but ready to erupt.
Aizen smiled. "Naturally, because I was involved in this matter as well."
The instant his words fell, the surroundings abruptly turned cold—not in temperature, but with chilling sword intent.
A cold gleam flashed, fast... too fast to react. A sword had already sliced across Aizen's neck, and Wind Scar had appeared behind him.
Lowering his gaze slightly and looking at the distinct bloody mark on his neck, Aizen revealed an admiring look. "That kind of slash really is terrifying."
As he spoke, the bloodstain vanished, along with his figure. Wind Scar turned, only to see Aizen appear on the other side.
There was no needless talk. Sword light flashed again, and Aizen's body shattered once more, only to reappear in another direction shortly afterward.
After several consecutive times, Aizen smiled. "Don't waste your effort. My Kyoka Suigetsu is not limited to creating illusions. Your eyes, your senses—everything about you will deceive you. Rather than waste your strength on pointless attacks against me, why not listen to what I have to say?"
Wind Scar remained unmoved. Peerless Madness in his hand continued to strike faster and faster. When the eleventh Aizen was cut down, a subtle change came over his eyes.
"Found it. So it's an illusion technique that manipulates the five senses."
From the moment he launched his first strike, he had been analyzing the characteristics of his opponent's technique. In only a brief span, he had grasped its most crucial point.
His eyes closed, shutting off his own sight. Demonic energy flooded his