Divine Tree, How Dare You Attack Me!?

Kyoka Suigetsu stood embedded vertically atop the piled giant arms, its blade flowing with a tranquil sheen beneath the morning light.

As Aizen's words faded into the gentle breeze.

It seemed to give a soft tremble. Aizen's calm gaze lowered slowly as he glanced at Kyoka Suigetsu and said quietly.

"There is no need. For now, no matter what we do, defeating this thing will likely be impossible. Its power is nearly limitless. Without an opportunity, it will be difficult for us to create one."

As his voice fell, Kyoka Suigetsu's trembling ceased as well, and it fell silent.

Just as Aizen was about to call upon the Hogyoku to heal his wounds.

"Bzzzz—"

From high above, where the sky stretched vertically overhead, a huge roar suddenly rang out.

"Rip, rip..."

Countless giant arms formed once more across the Divine Tree's trunk, crashing down toward Aizen's position with what seemed like boundless fury.

Aizen's gaze tightened slightly as he looked at the countless giant arms of varying sizes tearing through the air, murmuring softly.

"Did the wound I left you with make you angry?"

"How troublesome. You refuse to give me a chance to leave..."

Yet although he said this, his left hand, its bloody white bones exposed, slowly rose before him as though he were preparing to do something.

Even wounded to such a state, Aizen's face remained expressionless, as though he could not feel the pain at all.

More often than not, that was what strength was. It was not that one became strong after learning to endure pain.

Rather, a king destined to stand at the peak of that supreme path would never care about the mere pain of the flesh.

An unshakable will was essential, the common trait shared by all the strong, because those incapable