Do You Also Want to Dance? Flame Fang!

Aside from Aizen, who had returned to the squad barracks and failed to find the person he was looking for, every other Soul Reaper shared the Head Captain's confusion.

Kenpachi's spiritual pressure was far too distinctive.

When that spiritual pressure erupted, it was no different from flashing an ID card.

Back in the early days, when some people had yet to figure Kenpachi out, they had fought him.

But after that, no one wanted to trade blades with that madman anymore.

Had someone grown tired of living?

Meanwhile, Aizen stepped out of Dunn's squad barracks, his expression calm and giving no hint of what he was thinking.

"Captain."

The other Soul Reapers in the squad greeted Aizen when they saw him.

Aizen nodded, then turned toward the direction where the spiritual pressure had erupted before quickly leaving.

If he had already confirmed that the Hōgyoku was indeed inside Rukia Kuchiki's body, he could use this opportunity to make a scene and take either the person or the object away.

But that had yet to be confirmed, and there was not enough time.

Since that was the case, he could not make a move.

If things were not as he thought and the object was not inside Rukia's body, the aftermath would become extremely troublesome.

"This guy..."

Aizen muttered softly, and at last, a trace of helplessness showed on his face.

Sure enough, he was a restless one. The moment he arrived, he had gone up against Kenpachi.

Hopefully, he knew what he was doing.

In the wilderness beyond District Eighty, Kenpachi propped himself up with the blade in one hand and slowly rose within the pillar of golden spiritual pressure.

The eyepatch that had covered his eye had already fallen off.

Golden and red light gleamed in his eyes