Outside the great hall of Las Noches.
On the broad platform bathed in sunlight, mottled bone-like tiles lay smoothly across the ground, glimmering with a faint sheen.
Several figures from Las Noches stood quietly around them, their expressions varied, yet all wore slightly tense faces as they nervously watched the situation in the arena.
As the faint dust slowly dissipated.
"Tap!" "Tap!" "Tap!"...
Crisp footsteps rang across the ground as a tall figure slowly walked toward Aizen, who stood there smiling serenely.
Her long, jet-black hair fell loosely to her slender waist, while the black-and-white uniform she wore outlined her alluring figure. In stark contrast to that appearance, however, a faintly icy aura lingered around her.
Her waist was held perfectly straight, and her pointed, fair chin looked exceptionally cold, devoid of even a trace of warmth.
With every step her long legs took, the black strands hanging at her waist swayed along with them.
Her slender right hand gripped a narrow tachi tightly, and her fair, pretty face was covered in frost as she fixed Aizen with an unblinking stare.
Facing the woman whose lovely face was as cold as ice, Aizen wore a faint smile. His deep eyes briefly examined her as he said with a smile.
"Tamako, is there something you wish to say?"
As Aizen's words fell.
"Bang!"
Tamako flicked her wrist, and the tachi in her hand slammed vertically into the ground, shattering the tiles beneath it.
Her vivid red lips pressed tightly together, and her beautiful black-and-white eyes stared fixedly at Aizen like frost in the bitter cold, as though seeking an answer.
Everyone around them watched the scene with utmost caution!
Even Gin, who had always acted frivolously, slightly opened his eyes at this moment and watched the scene with interest, yet did