At Aizen's words, a flash of sharpness passed through Gin's narrowed eyes.
The two of them slowly walked toward the exit of the hall.
"Tap!" "Tap!"...
Their crisp footsteps echoed across the solid floor.
Gin's wide robe was somewhat rumpled and dirty, and there was a slight scar on one side of his pale face. He didn't seem to care in the least.
His bright silver hair hung slightly over his forehead, and a strange smile remained on his lips. No one knew what he was thinking.
He stayed half a step behind Aizen.
No matter how flippant and exaggerated his words might be, when it came to his actions, he never dared to overstep even slightly in front of Captain Aizen.
That was what Gin had learned over the years.
Aizen walked at an unhurried pace, each step falling with a resounding weight.
His posture was straight, and he radiated an indescribable air of confidence.
A faint smile played at Aizen's lips. His deep eyes held a teasing look as he surveyed everything before him, as if it were all under his control.
His eyes had returned to how they used to look, no longer constantly shining with that intimidating purple light.
The Hogyoku that had been embedded in his chest had disappeared as well, and his long brown hair, which had hung to his waist, had shortened, returning to its former appearance.
He now radiated an intense confidence, yet also gave people a feeling of warmth, no longer seeming so far above them.
Neither of them concealed their presence.
The moment they stepped out of the lowest hall, everyone in Las Noches was startled!
"Boom!"
In the Espada's palace, Barragan had been wearing a haughty smile, contentedly listening to his subordinates flatter him. Suddenly, he opened his eyes,