The Unforgiven from Shinigami
Early autumn is more than halfway over, and the weather in Seireitei has lost its summer heat; there is no longer a place in the woods where one can hear the cicadas chirping.
Warm sunlight streamed through the window frame, autumn winds rustled through the withered leaves, and the clear chirping of birds drifted in from outside.
Aizen, holding a brush, was reviewing the Fifth Division's daily official duties, and the loud noise did not stop him from working.
Isshin is not difficult for him.
Official business continues as usual, and the issues that need to be considered also cannot be stopped.
Shiraishi's sudden rebellion must be related to the news of Kūkaku Shiba's death.
The two had always had a close relationship, so who was responsible?
Aizen was somewhat curious about how he could kill Kūkaku Shiba in an instant and then evade Byakuya Kuchiki.
Such powerful individuals are extremely rare in Seireitei.
Given the relationship between Shiraishi and Sōya Azashiro, it should be clear who the real culprit is.
However, since they broke down the door, there has been no sign of a fight, suggesting that they intend to use assassination as a means of attack.
Aizen narrowed his eyes, curious about which unlucky soul had been targeted, then pondered whether he could use this incident to advance his plan to frame Kyōraku.
A conspiracy is different from an open plan. To make a conspiracy work, every step must be precise and without any mistakes.
An open strategy is one that understands a person's character and can achieve its goal without requiring a complicated plan.
As Aizen pondered his next move, a sudden chill ran through him, and the sunlight streaming through the window seemed to extend into the room.
Upon closer inspection, it wasn't sunlight, but a golden knife moving so fast that the sunlight reflected off the blade couldn't retreat in time, creating the illusion of stretched sunlight.
Despite being suddenly attacked, Aizen remained calm and gripped the hilt of his sword at his waist, swinging it sharply to the side.
Shiraishi's body Hollowfication as he passed through Aizen, and he swung a backhand Steel Tempest towards Aizen's throat.
The golden, circular slash was powerful enough to sever the entire head.
Aizen didn't have time to swing his sword to defend; he raised his left hand and gripped the golden blade with his index finger.
Advanced techniques for Hakuda: elimination.
He concentrated powerful Reiatsu and vibrated it in a wave-like motion on his index finger, not clashing with the surging Reiatsu Reiatsu from the blade, but instead diverting it to the side.
If the opponent's Reiatsu is lower than the user's, they won't even be able to stir up a wisp of wind.
If the Reiatsu is equal, the surrounding area will suffer.
With a deafening boom, the entire Fifth Division trembled. A gust of wind sent Momo Hinamori tumbling twice before crashing into the wall. Countless documents rustled like rain, obscuring their view. " Captain Aizen!"
She shouted anxiously.
Aizen gripped the blade with his index finger and swung his right hand to slash at Shiraishi's waist.
He used the Steel Tempest again to escape.
Aizen caught up with her using Shunpo.
In the blink of an eye, the two left the area inhabited by the Fifth Division and arrived at an old city district that was slated for abandonment.
A small portion of the outer perimeter was demolished, but many buildings inside remained intact.
Aizen stood with his feet on the roof ridge, the autumn wind making the Captain's Haori whistle, and said leisurely, " Shiraishi, I didn't expect you to attack me."
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" Aizen, stop pretending to be a nice guy."
Aizen didn't reply, feigning ignorance, and said, "I don't understand what you're saying."
Shiraishi's eyes turned cold as he said, "Stop pretending. You've Hollowfication Hirako and the others, framed Kisuke Urahara, and recruited Espada in Hueco Mundo, all with the intention of starting a war against the Shinigami."
"You have the guts to do it, but not the guts to admit it."
"It's a real shame that you actually listened to Urahara and his ilk's one-sided story and went down the wrong path."
Aizen sighed, pushed up his glasses with his left hand, and said, "For the sake of our past friendship, I'll give you a piece of advice: don't blink."
The last word fell.
The person darted forward in Shunpo, the blade carrying sunlight, drawing a blazing white arc in the air.
Shiraishi caught his attack and unleashed a Steel Tempest.
Different colored blades collided, and in an instant, the two unleashed their powerful Reiatsu.
The roof ridge beneath their feet wasn't shattered; instead, the impact turned towards the sky, where thick white clouds suddenly spread outwards, layer upon layer, the ring-shaped edge of which was so thick it seemed about to fall.
The blue sky in the middle is like a round mirror.
The Reiatsu of the two individuals Reishi throughout the entire Seireitei.
" Ken-chan!"
"Hmm, that's that guy's Reiatsu Reiatsu. The other one is Aizen's."
Kenpachi Zaraki stopped running down the street, looked up, and said with a face full of frustration, "Damn it, Aizen beat me to it."
Yachiru Kusajishi was quite surprised, "Their Reiatsu is so strong."
bite!
The blades parted, Aizen pointed forward with his left hand, " Hadō #90, Kurohitsugi."
The Kidō of Number Ninety abandoned his incantation; a dark purple light danced at his fingertips, instantly rushing around the Shiraishi and forming a cube.
Golden energy emanated from his body, and with a swing of his sword, the energy transformed into a dazzling golden tornado along the blade.
The power of the Kurohitsugi was drawn into it, and the roof tiles that had been blown off earlier flew back.
Aizen didn't stop the tornado; he used Shunpo to get behind it.
Golden blade light exploded before my eyes.
The person Shunpo backward again, landing on the rooftop next to them.
Shiraishi didn't chase after him, but winked playfully and said, "Sorry, I didn't heed your advice."
"You've really grown up, Shiraishi."
Aizen wasn't angry; instead, he looked pleased. "I'm very happy."
It has to be said that when it comes to showing off, no one can reign supreme in front of him.
Shiraishi's provocation was skillfully dealt with, and he retorted, "Heh, I'd like to see how long you can keep this up."
"That's what I'm asking you."
Aizen spoke calmly, "You are currently a traitor to the Gotei 13, openly opposing me here. Reinforcements will arrive soon, so why aren't you using your full strength?"
Or rather, the reason you can't use your full strength to cleave the Hakutōmon isn't because you can control it, but because it's triggered randomly.
Shiraishi smiled and said, "Even you would feel fear facing a power that could kill you at any moment."
"Hehe."
Aizen chuckled, his expression calm, and said, "Fear is an emotion that arises when people face situations they cannot handle."
Shiraishi, do I look scared in my expression?
"Soon."
Shiraishi landed beside Aizen with a Steel Tempest, his stance crouching as he swung his sword upwards.
Aizen open downwards.
Bang!
The Reiatsu collided violently once again, Aizen leaped up, trying to reach the next rooftop.
This was something Shiraishi had planned in advance.
He deliberately used this posture to force his opponent to jump up, and once in the air, it would be time for the Last Breath to take effect.
The child's pupils behind the Aizen lenses contracted violently, and the emotions bursting forth from his heart made him understand what fear was.
Like a frog being swallowed whole by a snake.
Instinct told him that continuing like this would lead to death, forcing him to avoid it.
The max-level Last Breath so fast that it gives no one a chance to breathe, as if three strikes are unleashed in a moment of stillness.
I didn't feel any pain.
Aizen's body was broken into four pieces, which fell from the sky.
" Shiraishi!"
Retsu Unohana arrived in Shunpo, her face contorted with rage. If she were killed outright, how could she possibly regain the trust of Captain-Commander Yamamoto?
Shiraishi said in a deep voice, "Lie, step back!"