"If you hadn't stopped me back then..."
Uchiha Hikaru could barely stand the sight of Sosuke Aizen gloating in front of him. He carefully sensed that spiritual pressure and found that it had not dissipated.
Then he coughed a few times.
"Who?!" Sosuke Aizen looked around in shock. Was there really a second person in here?
Uchiha Hikaru watched Sosuke Aizen nervously looking around and secretly laughed.
"Hmph! Sosuke Aizen, you'd better put down what you're holding." Uchiha Hikaru deliberately changed his voice. Within this enclosed space, it lingered like a demonic echo.
Sosuke Aizen's brow furrowed tightly. When that spiritual pressure had swept across the entire Soul Society, he had sensed its overwhelming force as well.
It was not much weaker than the "Sokyoku" formed by a million Zanpakuto.
But he had never heard of spiritual pressure being able to transmit voices.
It was simply unbelievable.
"Who are you? The owner of this spiritual pressure?" Sosuke Aizen asked in astonishment, all calmness and composure gone from his face.
Uchiha Hikaru grinned behind him.
"If you know what's good for you, put back what you're holding."
Sosuke Aizen suddenly swung his Zanpakuto and slashed behind him.
"There's no one!" Sosuke Aizen's heart skipped a beat. Had he guessed wrong?
Could there be a second person here wearing one of the Black Cloaks invented by Kisuke Urahara?
But wasn't that Black Cloak, which concealed all traces of one's presence, on him?
"Who are you, sir? Could you come out and meet me?"
Sosuke Aizen still did not give up on meeting this person. In his heart, he was gradually beginning to believe that spiritual pressure... could transmit voices.
But how was that possible? Could spiritual pressure reach a certain level and allow one to speak across vast distances?
Doubts slowly arose