Suddenly, his brow furrowed. Someone was missing.
Imprisoning Quincies was no great matter, but it would be troublesome if anyone else found out.
"May I ask where your escaped companion went?" Aizen wore a gentle smile, but to the Quincies, he looked like a smiling devil.
During their months in captivity, Aizen had performed all kinds of experiments on them. Many had been agonizing.
They could not understand how an eleven- or twelve-year-old child could be so cruel.
When Aizen asked where their companion had gone, they all kept their mouths shut.
They might die, but they could take comfort in knowing one of them had escaped. To them, that was already a victory.
"It seems you don't want to cooperate." Aizen drew his Zanpakuto.
One of the Quincies gave a scornful smile.
"You Shinigami think you're above everyone else, yet even you look uneasy. Guess the Shinigami aren't so united after all. If people learn you imprisoned us, it'll cause you quite a bit of trouble, won't it?"
His blade flashed!
The speaker's head hit the ground.
Aizen had not hesitated.
None of them would live past tonight anyway.
Fear spread across the faces of the other two. Given the choice, who would want to die?
"Two of you left! Shall we play a game? Whoever tells me where your companion is going gets a chance to live." Aizen smiled at the survivors.
"Why should we believe you?"
"You don't have to. Refuse to cooperate, and you'll die right now. Why not gamble on a fifty-percent chance and see whether I'm lying?" Aizen narrowed his eyes.
The two Quincies exchanged a glance. In an instant, former allies became rivals.
"I know!"
"I know!"
They shouted at the same time.
Aizen raised a finger as though deciding which one to