The words struck a chord with Tōsen, and his opinion of Aizen shot up once again.
How could anyone be so good with words?
Through careful observation, Aizen had gained a perfect grasp of their minds. Every word he said was carefully chosen.
Though they had known him only a short time, Tōsen and Komamura thought so highly of Aizen they were practically ready to bow before him.
The Soul Gate opened, and the students returned to Soul Society one by one. Watching Tōsen leave, Aizen pondered how to persuade this man with such a strong sense of justice to join him.
To convince someone at the bottom to rebel with you, the most important thing was that he had to be deeply unhappy with the way things were.
Who would be easier to sway: a worker earning 1,500 a month, working fifteen hours a day without a single day off and getting berated by his boss, or someone earning 50,000 a month for six-hour days, with holidays, paid leave, and a kind boss?
If life was still good, who would throw it away for a venture that could cost him his head?
Back when nobles ran rampant and treated people as less than human, Aizen would have had no trouble swaying someone with Tōsen's strong sense of justice.
But after eight hundred years of being kept in line, those nobles were remarkably well-behaved. The great purge a century ago had been especially effective: anyone who refused to listen had seen his entire clan wiped out overnight.
Only the obedient ones were left.
These days, the nobles dabbled in everything except stirring up trouble.
They were all too scared to step out of line.
How am I supposed to make villains out of the nobles now?
Learn the Truth, Tōsen