Gin

Within a tranquil valley.

Ichimaru Gin slowly rose to his feet. He wore a black Death God uniform, a pure white haori draped over it, and an ordinary standard-issue blade hanging at his waist.

His face bore an eerie smile, his eyes narrow and his lips curled upward.

At that moment, he lightly swept his gaze over the surroundings, then slowly lowered his head to look at his outstretched palm. A barely perceptible, thoughtful gleam flashed through his eyes as he softly said, "So I can't sense any spiritual pressure... As expected, I've come to another world."

After saying that, he turned his head, narrowed his eyes, and spoke softly to Aizen like a cunning fox.

"Captain Aizen, without any power, I can't continue serving you."

"Although we've come to this world... if I truly have no power at all, then I imagine I'd be of no use to you either, Captain Aizen."

As Gin spoke, he tucked both hands into his sleeves, looking casual and relaxed, as though it had nothing to do with him.

Hearing his words, Aizen wore a faint smile as he replied in a magnetic voice.

"Rest assured, Gin. Although you cannot use spiritual pressure for the time being, this world's native power is already sufficient to support your use of your Zanpakuto's abilities and Kido."

"As for the rest, once I gradually uncover the essence of that power, it will naturally become possible."

"For now, follow me and watch a show."

Hearing Aizen's words, Gin's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his lips curled into a broad arc as he softly said, "Watching a show? As long as there's no fighting and killing, that's fine. After all, you know I don't like slaughter."

After saying that, an eerie smile appeared on his lips.