If Aizen had been in his normal state, he would still have been very composed in battle.
Uh... "composed" wasn't quite the right word, because he still fell within the realm of composure now. It was just that after being strengthened by the Hōgyoku, he had clearly become swollen with arrogance.
And arrogant people were blind. They would do things they normally never would.
With a slash of his sword, Shin hurriedly dodged to the side. This time, he did not try to shift himself into a spatial rift to evade it.
Over the course of their prolonged battle, Aizen, empowered by the Hōgyoku, had already learned how to deal with this ability of his.
The sword aura he unleashed had begun to possess the ability to sever space. Shin had nearly suffered for it earlier, when Aizen struck him in rapid succession. Fortunately, his reactions had been quick enough that the battle had not ended then and there.
As the sword aura descended, Saga, hiding below, widened his eyes slightly.
Why had this happened? He had carefully selected this place. It was hidden enough, and judging by the path of their battle, it should not have been affected anytime soon. Yet why had a sword strike come at him not long after he hid?
Under these circumstances, continuing to hide was obviously impossible. Saga threw a punch, his Cosmo erupting into a light-speed fist that completely shattered the slash.
"Oh!" Aizen raised an eyebrow. "So there was someone hiding here. Are you the Pope of Sanctuary? Since you are here, that means Wind Scar has already lost to you... To be honest, I'm rather surprised by that result."
Saga shot Shin a gloomy glance. Seeing him standing in midair with a faintly amused expression, anger immediately rose within him.