At that moment, everyone watched Fugaku at the center of the field with grave expressions.
Aizen narrowed his deep eyes slightly, studying the scene with great interest, though an indescribably strange look lay within them.
"Whew..."
At that moment, Fugaku, standing in the field with his head lowered, suddenly let out a heavy breath.
With that exhalation, it was as though a whirlwind had swept through the area, scattering the surrounding debris in every direction.
Seeing this, everyone present narrowed their eyes, inwardly shocked.
To create such force through breathing alone, just what had Fugaku become!?
Fugaku himself was also slightly stunned, seemingly unable to believe what he was seeing as he looked at his body.
He slowly raised his head. The aged wrinkles that had covered his face were now almost completely gone!
His skin had become much younger, though its complexion had also turned slightly paler, making him look somewhat different from before.
He slowly raised a hand. Within his pupils, a pair of scarlet eyes stood out vividly, looking exceptionally strange!
Yet those scarlet eyes were now filled with shock as they stared fixedly at the hollow in his palm!
This was!?
Just as he was stunned, Aizen's magnetic voice sounded beside his ear.
"It seems you've succeeded, Fugaku. Congratulations."
As Aizen's words fell, Fugaku raised his head in shock!
Silently, at some unknown moment, Aizen had already appeared directly before him, gazing levelly at him with a smile in his eyes.
Hearing Aizen's words, Fugaku was somewhat dazed. His scarlet eyes looked at his palm, his expression growing slightly heavy as he rasped slowly.
"This... counts as success...?"
As he said this, bitterness flashed through his eyes, and he slowly said, "But... the power within my body has almost completely disappeared... Does this still count as