In the novel "Shinigami the Unforgiven," Chapter 69, "At That Moment, We Still Didn't Realize Aizen's Strength," fragments of space, like shattered mirrors, drifted in the air.
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto burst in, stepping into the room. His shirt was already off, revealing his muscular upper body covered in countless tiny scars.
His white eyebrows drooped, and his slightly narrowed eyes swept across the scene. He asked with some doubt, "They're not dead?"
"Just knock her out, why be so cruel?"
Shiraishi shrugged, indicating that he didn't want to kill them.
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
"Oh my, beauties are delicate flowers~ Yamamoto, who doesn't understand this, is just a blockhead~"
Ōetsu Nimaiya started speaking in a rap style from the side. He had thick, black curly punk hair, wore wide-framed sunglasses, and had a long face and a wide mouth.
Judging from my appearance, I'm far from being handsome. (The following is a series of seemingly random characters and numbers, likely a corrupted or incomplete text): "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, the last four three, Ōetsu Nimaiya is me, nice to meet you, Shiraishi ~"
Shiraishi complained to Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto, "This guy's rapping is terrible."
"Um."
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto nodded in agreement; being bombarded with this noisy rap all the way was truly unbearable.
Unfortunately, this person's sealed location was the last one, so they had to return to the base together.
Please give me your guidance.
Ōetsu Nimaiya emphasized it again, then raised Shiraishi's hands and clasped them together with his own, a satisfied smile finally appearing on his face.
The idea that if you're not embarrassed, then it's someone else who's embarrassed. Ōetsu Nimaiya clearly understands this principle very well.
Ignoring the man's antics, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto turned around and asked, "Where is Aizen?"
Shiraishi pointed to the Hall of the Divine Court and said, "There."
"Let's go."
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto said something and drew Ryūjin Jakka. A surging flame erupted from the blade, and the wall in front of him exploded instantly.
The flames bloomed like a fleeting flower, and next, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto stepped onto the top-level corridor Hall of the Divine Court.
Rows of Japanese-style sliding doors.
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto was quite impolite. With a swing of his sword, flames swept across the sliding door, and a surge of fire appeared. The ashes from the sliding door fell to the ground, revealing the main hall inside.
In front of the white wall, Aizen still sat in the teacup-shaped chair.
Standing behind him Gin Ichimaru, who had a beaming smile on his face.
" Captain-Commander Yamamoto is really rude; he could have just opened the door and come in."
Gin Ichimaru made a comment.
"I have no intention of saving the enemy money. Aizen, Ichimaru, it's time to settle our past grievances."
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's sword was not sheathed; blazing flames coiled around the blade, creating waves of hot air. His expression was like that of an angry Vajra, and murderous intent emanated from every pore of his brow.
"That's terrifying," Gin Ichimaru exclaimed.
Kisuke Urahara arrived almost simultaneously with Ichibē Hyōsube, pulled down his hat, and said with a relaxed expression, "You made a terrible move."
Aizen looked at the five people in front of him, a knowing smile on his face. "You're wrong."
Just as I predicted, once I take that step, you will emerge from the shadows and come before me.
Having said that, Aizen's eight child-shaped openings shifted towards Shiraishi, and he said with great interest, "You really surprise me. Even at this level, I still can't sense your Reiatsu."
Rather than calling it concealment, it's more accurate to say it's one of your abilities. Having killed so many Hollows in Hueco Mundo, has your power increased?
Who knows?
Shiraishi replied casually, his hero level had reached the maximum, and his Reiatsu was as high as 20,985.
Despite the immense Reiatsu Reiatsu, he could still sense it surging from the opposite side, as if he were in the deep sea, with bubbles rising to the surface whenever he opened his mouth.
Aizen's Reiatsu at this moment surpassed that of him and any of the Shinigami present.
Perhaps no one in this world can match him.
Fortunately, the opponent hasn't reached a point of complete dominance, and this gap can be bridged using ability.
The premise is that he has more trump cards than Aizen.
Aizen smiled, a long-lost sense of anticipation rising in his heart, but he didn't stand up immediately. He remained seated and said, "There's no need for such tension. Let's wait quietly for the outcome."
Let's see who wins between my carefully selected Espada and the captain of the Shinigami.
Do you want to stall for time?
Kisuke Urahara asked a tentative question.
"Hehe." Aizen chuckled softly. Before the laughter subsided, not only Shiraishi, but the other four also sensed the overwhelming Reiatsu surging from the opposite side.
Aizen's handsome face turned cold as he said, "You are too arrogant, Kisuke Urahara. Don't think that just because you are as smart as me, you and I are equals."
Think it through carefully.
In this situation, how do we win? This limited time is my last chance to give you all.
At this point, Aizen stopped using his Reiatsu Reiatsu to intimidate them and chose to restrain it, like a lion just awakened from its afternoon nap, casually sweeping his gaze over them, "I hope you won't disappoint me too much."
Kisuke Urahara's expression turned serious. Before the battle, he had made various estimates of Aizen's strength, but after facing him in person, he realized that his estimates were still too low.
The intensity of this Reiatsu was so great that even he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. And this was only the most basic ability; he hadn't even used his speed, Kidō, Zanjutsu, or Kyōka Suigetsu yet.
what to do?
Kisuke Urahara's eyes flickered as he considered whether he had enough cards to play.
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto also wore a solemn expression. Over the years, not only had he made progress, but his enemies had also made great strides.
What an arrogant brat, his last chance.
However, it also gave him time to prepare the new moves he had developed during his fight with Shiraishi.
I arrived in such a hurry that I thought I wouldn't have time to use it.
Since Aizen is so arrogant and willing to give time, then naturally he won't be polite.
He began making preparations in secret.
Ichibē Hyōsube stroked his long beard, his eyes darting around; his backup plan was already prepared.
Seeing that Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto and Kisuke Urahara weren't behaving well, I decided to wait.
Shiraishi did not attack rashly. His Spiritual Sense expanded silently, first searching for Retsu Unohana's advancing position.
There... is the direction of Second Espada Baraggan?!
Oh no, Shiraishi couldn't help but worry.
Speaking of the Second Espada Baraggan, his ability is truly monstrous, making him a nemesis of close combat.
Why didn't you bring that fat guy up with you?!
Shiraishi frowned slightly, feeling that Kisuke Urahara was going a bit too far by not bringing any of the Visored along.
That's seriously underestimating their abilities.
Although most of them are just there to create a lively atmosphere, the chubby guy's abilities can still come in handy.
Shiraishi was somewhat anxious, wondering what Retsu Unohana could use to fight the Second Espada Baraggan.
However, just as he was thinking this, the clash between the Arrancar and the Shinigami's spiritual pressure had already begun.