"Aizen, Aizen! You really are..." Yamabuki Chidori suddenly laughed, sending chills down the spines of everyone around him.
Everyone knew that Aizen was Yamabuki Chidori's favorite disciple, and the bond between them ran deep.
But no one had expected something like this to happen.
Was this the legendary laughter born of extreme rage?
Everyone braced themselves for the coming storm.
Yamabuki Chidori looked up at the sky. "Aizen, five hundred years have passed, and you finally couldn't hold back any longer. Let your teacher see what you can do. Don't disappoint me."
From the day Aizen had enrolled, Yamabuki Chidori had spared no expense in piling every resource he had onto Aizen.
He wanted to see just how far Aizen could ultimately go.
Since my beloved disciple has made his move, it would be unseemly for me, his teacher, not to answer it.
"Seal every exit of the Seireitei. Close all Soul Gates. Without my orders, no one is to enter or leave until the murderer has been found." Yamabuki Chidori's voice was utterly calm, without the slightest ripple, as though the one who had died was merely an ordinary person.
Sorry, the dead man truly was just an ordinary person with no connection to him whatsoever.
Yet the other Soul Reapers all looked terrified into silence.
Only Hinamori continued to sob.
Yamabuki Chidori seemed to gently pat her shoulder, then said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Hinamori, from now on, you cannot trust anyone. Remember that. You cannot trust anyone."
Hinamori nodded, but the girl clearly did not understand what he meant. The "anyone" in Yamabuki Chidori's words included the dead.
The atmosphere throughout the Gotei 13 became exceptionally oppressive.
Everyone could sense that a storm was about to break.
Ichigo was still working