As Aizen's murmured words slowly rang out across the battlefield.
A breeze-like ripple gently rippled from the blade of Kyoka Suigetsu.
Kakuzu stared intently at Aizen's movements, but noticed nothing unusual.
In his field of vision, Aizen was still standing where he had been, the tip of the sword in his hand pointed down, held straight before him. A faint smile played on his lips.
Seeing this, Kakuzu furrowed his brow slightly and thought to himself:
There's no way this guy would do something pointless. What... exactly is he doing...
His face was hidden behind a thick mask. He remained silent, but quietly heightened his guard, wary of any sudden attacks from the surrounding area!
From his observations so far, he had already determined one thing.
Aizen was incredibly powerful—so powerful that his abilities could even be called unimaginably terrifying!
This time, Kakuzu had no choice but to give the fight everything he had. Otherwise, he might very well die here!
Just as Kakuzu was carefully thinking things through,
Aizen's rich, magnetic voice rang out once more.
"If I make a move, you might die here. Are you sure you've thought it through?"
For some reason, Aizen had now sheathed Kyoka Suigetsu at his waist.
He stood ramrod straight in the distance, looking at Kakuzu with a hint of amusement in his eyes as he spoke softly.
Hearing his words and seeing what he did, Kakuzu could feel a deep sense of oppression.
He had never encountered an opponent like this before...
So calm and composed, so utterly confident!
From beginning to end, Aizen had controlled the rhythm of the battle. He had even easily used suggestion to wear down Kakuzu's mental defenses.
All of this placed tremendous psychological pressure on Kakuzu, leaving him at a disadvantage.
Just as Kakuzu