The Unforgiven from Shinigami
Shiraishi stared blankly at the sky.
The dark clouds had not yet dispersed, layer upon layer, giving a sense of heaviness. Occasionally glimpses of silver light seemed to indicate that the clouds would soon dissipate.
It's so quiet.
He wondered to himself, "How is the surgery progressing?"
There was no sound, only the changing Reiatsu indicating that Isane Kotetsu was trying his best to save her.
Once his Reiatsu stabilized, he guessed that the surgery should be complete.
"Phew, lift Captain Soi Fon onto the stretcher, secure him, and send him back."
Isane Kotetsu wiped the sweat from her brow, and suddenly a voice came from beside her, "You've worked hard~"
"Waaah."
She was so startled her chest almost popped out of her neckline, and said angrily, "Don't suddenly get so close!"
"Sorry, I didn't expect you to react so strongly."
Shiraishi was also startled by her reaction.
Isane Kotetsu patted her chest. Her earlobes were quite sensitive, and having someone breathe so close to her ear felt strange, like having a private part of her body touched. "Never mind, just be more careful next time."
Shiraishi immediately praised, " Isane, you are truly magnanimous."
"It's not that serious~" She wasn't very good at handling compliments, and her expression showed a bit of shyness.
Jūshirō Ukitake asked from the side, "Would you like to come back to Seireitei with us?"
"No need. I'll go back to West District Ten first. If you have any news, you can come find me there."
Shiraishi rejected his suggestion and asked, "Which way is West Rukongai?"
Jūshirō Ukitake didn't try to dissuade him, but pointed and said, "You can get to West Rukongai if you keep walking this way."
"Is that so? Let's say goodbye here. Goodbye."
Shiraishi waved and used the Steel Tempest to leave. He wanted to return to the West District Ten as soon as possible, have a good meal, and then go to sleep for a long time.
The Hueco Mundo, in the center of the Sea of White Sand.
Aizen Hollow King, arrived at his loyal Las Noches.
He had already learned from Kaname Tōsen that his Menos Grande, was Genjirō.
The reason for returning to Las Noches was to obtain more specific information from there.
He stepped across the dimly lit floor, sat in the high-backed chair, and waited quietly for his loyal servant to come to him.
He didn't have to wait long before multiple Reiatsu appeared in the corridor outside the door, and a cacophony of sounds drifted in from outside.
" Lord Aizen is back." "What do we do? Are we going to be locked up again?" "No, I'm so scared." "Then let's run away?" "We can't escape. No one can escape Lord Aizen's grasp." "But we're Hollows."
"Alright, stop arguing. I'll talk to Lord Aizen."
Nelliel assurance, which made all the Picaro cover their mouths and remain silent.
Even they still felt a slight fear of Aizen.
"Phew," Nelliel breathed a sigh of relief, finally able to have a moment's relief. She stepped into the main hall, looked at the man seated on the throne, and respectfully said, " Lord Aizen, you've returned."
" Nelliel, you look terrible."
Aizen's voice, as always, was filled with a reassuring, almost bewitching quality.
Nelliel remembered that it was all Picaro's fault for keeping her playing games, making her forget to change her clothes; she was still wearing the same tattered clothes. "How rude of me, I should have changed before coming over."
"It's alright, this is proof of your bravery in protecting Las Noches."
Aizen skipped over the question about her attire and asked gently, "Tell me, what happened?"
Nelliel her head and recounted her ordeal in detail, "... I suspect that Second Espada Baraggan and Szayelaporro are plotting to betray you."
After hearing Aizen, Aizen thought of Genjirō in Soul Society and somewhat guessed why. His gaze fell on the group of silent Picaro. " Baraggan and Szayelaporro to see me."
"Yes," Picaro, who looked like a little girl, said timidly.
The other Picaro disappeared one after another, less to deliver orders and more to take the opportunity to distance themselves from him.
Aizen ignored the brats and said gently, " Nelliel, go back and make yourself a cup of black tea and take a hot bath. I'll take care of everything else."
"Yes," Nelliel stood up, left the main hall, Sonído returned to her own palace.
Aizen tapped his fingers on the armrest of his chair, his mind racing with multiple questions: Genjirō's Hollowfication, and how Shiraishi could defeat the powerful Genjirō in such a short time?
Who will arrive first Szayelaporro or the Second Espada?
We must take this opportunity to think things through carefully.
Because most of his questions will be answered later.
Two Reiatsu appeared outside the hall, one in front and one behind.
Baraggan and Szayelaporro entered the temple together.
Aizen looked at them, a smile on his face, and said, "Tell me, what are your reasons for doing this?"
Baraggan pursed his lips, his aged yet strong face showing no sign of yielding.
Szayelaporro smiled broadly and said, " Lord Aizen, we only joined forces with that lowly Shinigami to help you better master Hollowfication."
"Kill Aaroniero."
Aizen added a sentence, which startled Szayelaporro so much that he froze on the spot, cold sweat pouring down his back, unsure how to cover up the lie.
Baraggan scoffed loudly, "Why do you have to pretend you care about that good-for-nothing?"
"Don't be so loud."
Baraggan's pupils dilated abruptly. Aizen, who should have been on the throne, appeared before him. Kyōka Suigetsu? No, it was more like Shunpo.
"The king's words, however softly spoken, will be listened to attentively; shouting them out will only expose your weakness."
Aizen softly, placing his hand on Baraggan's shoulder, "Besides, the value of Aaroniero is my decision, not yours."
Ha, ha, not to mention Baraggan, even Szayelaporro was panting heavily, the fear of being killed at any moment gripping his heart, and all his pre-arranged plans were overturned.
Unpredictable, unforeseen—what will this man do next?
Aizen saw their fear and wavering, but felt no joy.
To be honest, these kinds of schemers are the most boring, far less interesting than someone like Nelliel.
He lost interest in teasing him further and said, " Szayelaporro, you should have records of Genjirō's experimental data and procedures, right?"
"Yes, it's all here." Szayelaporro quickly pulled out the prepared documents, his expression somewhat relaxed, feeling confident that he would survive.
Aizen took the documents but didn't look at them, only asking, "Is that all?"
Szayelaporro was about to answer when he immediately realized that Aizen knew perfectly well whether Aizen had tampered with the data.
Why ask that question again?
If you don't answer correctly, you might die.
Its brain raced, and it lowered its head, saying, "Sorry, I left the data about Genjirō's battles and defeat in the lab."
"Okay, thank you for making this trip again."
Aizen turned around and waved, saying, " Baraggan, you may leave as well."
"Yes, Aizen... sir." Baraggan lowered his proud head once more, his Riot Games clenched tightly.