In the novel " Shinigami the Unforgiven," Chapter 60, does Aizen see through everything? Mountains collapse, forests turn into scorched earth, and the occasional Shinigami that soar into the sky are reduced to ashes amidst the intertwined Cero.
The Dark Forest could no longer sense Reiatsu from outside the Arrancar.
Shinigami was annihilated.
What should have been a happy occasion, however, brought Grimmjow no joy whatsoever; his brow furrowed slightly.
The wind generated by the explosion caused her long, silver hair, resembling porcupine quills, to flutter freely.
He walked with the graceful steps of a feline to Retsu Unohana's corpse, looking at the unseeing eyes and the large hole in the man's chest.
Its tail wagged.
Grimmjow recalled the Reiatsu from earlier. If it was an imposter, there was no reason for it to possess that level of Reiatsu; if it was genuine, it would be too easy to destroy.
After much thought, he concluded that the other party was too lax.
In battle, life and death often hang in the balance.
Grimmjow recalled the warmth of the blood and the rapidly depleting Reiatsu when he had just ripped out his heart, and thought that he might have been overthinking things.
He casually leaped from the ground into the air, and a blue Bala condensed in his right claw struck Mount Taiping below.
Boom!
The Bala exploded, engulfing the ground and buildings on the mountain in the light of the explosion.
"Haha, Grimmjow, I just personally killed a female Shinigami. Didn't you see the look of disbelief on her face?"
"Hmm," Grimmjow replied casually, turning around and saying, "Let's go back."
Di Roy scratched his head, looking puzzled, and said, "We won, so why isn't he happy?"
Shawlong said calmly, " Grimmjow craves a balanced struggle, one that allows him to improve his combat skills, not a one-sided massacre."
"Is that so? I think a one-sided massacre is more interesting."
Di Roy had a big smile on his face.
Shawlong said irritably, "That's why you're so weak."
"..." Di Roy had no way to refute it; of Grimmjow's five subordinates, he was the weakest.
This is true.
The rest are the older brothers whose numbers come first.
Damn it, back in the Sea of White Sand, we were all pretty much the same, but after becoming Arrancar, our strength started to show obvious differences.
Di Roy felt depressed.
The Garganta in the air opened, and Shawlong suddenly remembered something, reminding him, " Grimmjow, I remember the Quincy's headquarters isn't far from here. Shall we go and wipe them out?"
Grimmjow thought for a moment. He had fought the Quincy before; those who used bows and arrows were incredibly weak. "Forget it, I'm not interested."
"Then let's go back." Shawlong didn't say anything more.
In the Pantheon, the Triumph Plaza opened up a series of oval-shaped Garganta from which 100,000 Arrancar stepped out.
The intense sunlight made Grimmjow squint slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable.
A person stands atop the 30-meter-high Triumph Bell Tower ahead.
The wind blew the white coat.
His long, light purple hair, covering his ears, swayed slightly. His eyes narrowed, and he raised his hand in greeting, "Oh, you're back so early! I was just about to see you off."
"Eliminating a bunch of useless trash won't take too much time."
Grimmjow replied casually, and then his body vanished into thin air.
Gin Ichimaru opened his narrowed eyes, Shunpo to move away from the clock tower, and arrived on a rooftop a kilometer away.
He drew his Zanpakuto from his waist with his right hand, precisely pressing it against the black claw's center. "Do you want to rebel?"
Grimmjow, seeing his attack blocked, asked, "Who's stronger, you or Retsu Unohana?"
Gin Ichimaru smiled and said, "It's probably me."
"Tch, it's nothing now." Grimmjow retracted his claws, extinguishing the last trace of doubt in his mind. "You can tell Aizen the report of the complete annihilation of the Shinigami."
"At least add 'Sir'."
Gin Ichimaru corrected one point.
"Tsk." Grimmjow felt increasingly annoyed, but he didn't say anything.
The relationship between Gin Ichimaru and Aizen is far beyond Espada can achieve; perhaps only that annoying dead guy can compare.
Although Grimmjow desperately wanted to rip out Gin Ichimaru's heart to see if that repulsive face could still laugh, he always managed to maintain a degree of rationality.
Anyone can be provoked, but this guy is different. Before you have the strength, provoking him will only lead to your death.
Grimmjow turned around, leaped across the rooftops a few times, and disappeared.
Gin Ichimaru sheathed his Zanpakuto, his eyes still narrowed. Such swift action suggested that Mayuri Kurotsuchi truly had a way to contact Kisuke Urahara.
Adding that person in the library, judging by their height and eyes, is that Shiraishi?
Haha, things are getting interesting.
Gin Ichimaru thought to himself, a gentle voice sounded in his ear, "Gin, come to me."
"Hmm," he replied, choosing not to linger there, and Shunpo rushed towards the Hall of the Divine Court.
Instead of going through the inside, he leaped directly from the outside, vaulting over the top-level railing. He walked a few steps to the door, pushed it open, and said, " Lord Aizen, what brings you here?"
The First Evolution
Aizen sat in a teacup chair in front of the white wall, his long brown hair cascading over his shoulders. "I heard you signed the order to annihilate the Shinigami. What happened?"
" Grimmjow is back; it took him no more than three minutes."
Gin Ichimaru replied with a smile.
Aizen his cheek on his hand as the four children looked at him. "You think they're really dead?"
"I don't know. Arrancar 100,000 Arrancar, including those of Adjuchas's caliber, it's not surprising that they died."
Gin Ichimaru paused for a moment, then said, "It's normal that he didn't die; Kisuke Urahara's methods are always endless."
"That's right."
Aizen agreed with this point and followed up with the question, "If they faked their deaths, why do you think that would be?"
Gin Ichimaru chuckled, "Let's avoid our harassment and then seize the opportunity to counterattack. Kisuke Urahara isn't one to sit idly by and wait to die; he's probably still trying to find a way to break the seal without alerting us."
"Oh."
Aizen wore a half-smile, as if he saw through everything, or perhaps he was just being deliberately mysterious.
To be honest, that expression put even more pressure on Gin Ichimaru than simple murderous intent, making him wonder if he had done something wrong.
That tiny crack of doubt will gradually spread under pressure, eventually leading to a collapse.
This is a very dangerous thing.
Gin Ichimaru, however, always managed to withstand the pressure, masking all his unease with a smiling expression.
Without that ability, he wouldn't have been able to remain hidden by Aizen's side for so many years.
"Hehe, go down."
Aizen smiled, didn't continue the conversation, and chose to see his guest out.
"Hmm," Gin Ichimaru turned around, walked to the door, and just stepped one foot out.
"Silver."
Aizen called out to him, "Be careful lately. It's not safe here. One wrong step and you could die."
"That's terrifying."
Gin Ichimaru smiled, knowing that Urahara others' faked death strategy couldn't fool Aizen, but their next move was truly unpredictable.
All he understood was that Shiraishi's infiltration of the Pantheon meant the day of the final assault was not far off.