I smelled the blood on you from a mile away

"What is it?"

Seeing Momo Hinamori's reaction, Dunn directly asked why.

"You actually called Captain Aizen by his name."

Momo Hinamori glared at Dunn indignantly.

"Captain Aizen was the one who brought you out of Rukongai. I came from there too—I know how hard life is in Rukongai."

In her eyes, Aizen had done Dunn an enormous favor by bringing him from a place like Rukongai to the Seireitei.

Couldn't he show a little respect to his benefactor?

"So that's what this is about."

Dunn suddenly understood.

After all, the Momo Hinamori before him could be called Aizen's number-one fangirl.

Especially since it seemed she had not been under Aizen's command for very long. She probably still saw him through the filter of an idol.

But judging by how things developed in the future, Momo Hinamori's worship of Aizen only ended when Aizen stabbed her.

Even after being stabbed, she might still think Aizen had some unspeakable reason for it.

"Exactly. Captain Aizen is—"

Seeing Dunn's expression, Momo Hinamori nodded repeatedly.

"Enough. Even if Aizen were standing right in front of me, I'd still call him that. He doesn't object, so why should you? Besides, Aizen definitely didn't send you here to argue with me over this."

Dunn raised a hand, cutting off Momo Hinamori's praise of Aizen.

If he did not know what Aizen was really like, Dunn would not have cared.

But now that he knew Aizen's true nature, Dunn had no desire to listen to any of that.

Hearing this, Momo Hinamori unconsciously puffed out her cheeks.

Then, she stuffed the short sword she had been carrying into Dunn's hands.

"This is the predecessor of a Zanpakutō. You have to treat the sword as part of yourself before you can sense the soul within it. But today,