Prologue

"Power! My power! It's vanishing!

Kisuke Urahara!

I despise you!

You have a brilliant mind, yet you don't know how to use it! Why must you obey the orders of such a thing! Why must you submit to those mediocre fools!!

Such logic simply does not exist! The victor should focus on the appearance of the world, not its essence!

The Hogyoku has already merged with me! You cannot kill me!

I will return sooner or later! Mark my words!"

Soul Society, Central 46, on the judgment bench shrouded in darkness.

"Criminal! Sosuke Aizen! The charge is treason against Soul Society! Pronounce the sentence!"

"Sosuke Aizen, you are sentenced to eighteen thousand years of imprisonment in the eighth cell of the lowest level of the underground prison, Muken!"

Sosuke Aizen, his entire body firmly bound to the chair by seals, wore a look of disdain.

"Is that so? You think you are qualified to judge me? How utterly ridiculous!"

"You insolent wretch! We spared your life, yet you dare to speak so rudely! Bind his mouth and eyes as well, and extend his sentence to twenty thousand years!"

Heh, so I was outplayed by that man Urahara in the end after all. So be it.

"Look forward to the day of my return, people of Seireitei. When that time comes, the outcome will not be the same."

Total darkness descended.