Hearing that familiar voice by his ear, the savage expression on Zetsu's beastlike face froze. His reddish-yellow pupils suddenly widened.
In his vision, the scene before him abruptly changed.
The forest was still the same forest, and not a single thing around him had changed.
However, the corpse of Aizen, who had just been brutally killed by Tokino, had disappeared.
And Tokino, who had been gripping Zetsu's fist with a cold expression, slowly transformed into Aizen.
Aizen wore a faint smile, a strange light flickering in his eyes as he looked at the stunned Zetsu and chuckled.
"Zetsu, do you think that, from Madara's perspective, I'm dead now?"
Hearing Aizen's words, Zetsu seemed unable to shake the vivid sensation of what had just happened. He hurriedly asked in confusion,
"Lord Aizen, you were clearly killed by Tokino just now... How could...?"
"Could that have been an illusion!?"
Seeing Zetsu's anxious expression, Aizen's lips curved as he gently shook his head and chuckled.
"That was simply the power of my Kyoka Suigetsu. It wasn't an illusion, as you might call it."
Hearing Aizen's words, White Zetsu murmured,
"Kyoka Suigetsu..."
Aizen chuckled softly.
"Shing!"
He slowly drew Kyoka Suigetsu, its hilt a vivid green, from his waist. His deep eyes studied it as he chuckled.
"That's right. Kyoka Suigetsu is the name of this sword, and it's also one of the abilities I possess."
"Anyone who has seen this sword's Shikai will be under my control forever, their five senses beyond their ability to escape. Of course, in a way, this fellow is rather willful."
As he spoke, he lightly flicked the blade.
Beneath his long, pale fingers, Kyoka Suigetsu let out a clear, trembling ring, like a trickling spring in the silent forest.
Aizen glanced at it, deep tenderness hidden in