"This is the end, Soul Reaper."
Zommari's expression softened considerably. Countless eyes fell upon Aizen, looking at him as if he were already a dead man.
Compared to the Hadō, Kurohitsugi, from earlier, he was actually much more wary of Naraku Sora in his Hollowfied state.
But since the other party had already been completely dominated by the power of "love," there was nothing left to worry about.
Although the remaining one was a bit troublesome, as long as he was locked onto by his eyes, his ultimate fate was sealed.
"The end?"
Aizen glanced sideways with a smile, his calm voice echoing across the empty sky.
"When did you get the illusion that I was weaker than that guy?"
"Could it be that, in your eyes, a more imposing aura equates to greater strength?"
Zommari's gaze sharpened. His clasped hands suddenly tightened, and a subtle change came over his expression.
"You insignificant creature, you completely fail to understand the greatness of 'love'!"
"No one in this world can resist the domination of love! Only love is absolute! Only love is eternal!"
Looking at Zommari's twisted expression, Aizen spoke calmly.
"Love is never about domination. That is nothing more than your own narrow-minded ideology."
"Born as a Hollow, living your entire life in Hueco Mundo where the strong prey on the weak, spending your days doing nothing but slaughtering and devouring... Intoxicated by such an existence, it is easy to develop extremely radical thoughts."
"Just like you have now."
"A creature that has never even experienced love, constantly opening and closing its mouth to crown it as the greatest power."
"Zommari Rureaux, you truly are pathetic..."
"Shut up!"
A furious roar interrupted Aizen's calm words. Countless eyes snapped open in unison, anger seemingly burning within their pupils.
A mere Soul Reaper dared to insult him so brazenly—he truly deserved to die!
"You despicable, lowly Soul Reaper! I will rip out your spine right now and let you properly experience what 'love' is, what true greatness is!"
Aizen's expression remained unchanged, his indifferent voice even overpowering Zommari's bellow.
"Do not use such strong words. It will only make you look weak."
Zommari's expression froze for a moment. Immediately after, his tyrannical Reiatsu shot straight into the sky. The chains of Hell danced wildly in the air, displaying absolute madness.
Watching the terrifying figure consumed by emotion, acting like a rampaging beast, Aizen's voice rang out once more. He inverted the Zanpakutō in his hand, pointing the tip toward the ground. Shimmering ripples gently spread across the blade.
"Shatter, Kyōka Suigetsu."
The only person he needed to be wary of was currently facing away from him due to being dominated, completely unable to see what was happening on the frontal battlefield.
At this very moment, it was the perfect opportunity to release his Shikai.
In the silence, the sound of something shattering echoed.
An imperceptible daze flashed through Zommari's eyes. The anticipated attack did not arrive, nor did any strange changes occur to Aizen in the distance.
His Reiatsu had merely risen slightly.
That nauseating, detestable figure was still standing in the same spot, as if waiting to be killed, completely disregarding him.
Utterly arrogant!
His terrifying face twisted to the extreme. The Reiatsu on Zommari's body became almost tangible as it wrapped around his form. The chains shot out explosively, emitting sharp, piercing sounds as they tore through the air.
He had decided. He would torture the Soul Reaper before him to death, slice off his flesh piece by piece, and then tear his soul apart to devour it!
Countless chains crashed down like a surging tide, swallowing Aizen's figure in an instant.
Under the crushing weight of that massive power, the sound of overwhelming pressure rang out. Under Zommari's astonished gaze, the chains cleanly pierced right through that body.
With a brutal pull, the entire person was instantly torn to pieces. Blood splattered everywhere, raining down from the pitch-black sky.
"He died just like that?"
Zommari could hardly believe his own eyes.
The Soul Reaper brat who had just been spouting such arrogant nonsense couldn't even withstand a casual attack from him. And he had the nerve to say such insolent things?
Simply unbeliev...
In the exact moment his guard dropped, a strong sense of unease sprouted in the depths of his heart. Like a growing sapling, it instantly blossomed into a towering tree, completely consuming his mind.
The figure that should have been torn to pieces appeared right above Zommari. Silent Reiatsu flowed like water, continuously wrapping around the blade.
Streams of twisted black currents emerged from within the Reiatsu, weaving mottled patterns in the blink of an eye. The air suddenly grew heavy, like surging mercury.
Aizen looked down at the somewhat panicked figure below and brought his sword down in a slashing motion.
Pitch-black sword pressure erupted from the blade. The world fell into a dead silence, as if sound itself had been stripped away.
The dense cluster of chains was sliced cleanly in half, as effortlessly as cutting through paper.
Zommari's scalp tingled instantly. A freezing chill seeped deep into his bones. Acting on pure instinct, he erupted with all his Reiatsu. Countless eyes snapped open, unleashing his power of domination in every direction without a single blind spot.
The pitch-black sword pressure swept past silently, severing even the beams of light.
The so-called power of domination was drawn away by the torrent of Kurohitsugi, completely failing to land on Aizen.
Sonído!
Realizing his defense was useless, Zommari attempted to flee from the fatal strike. However, Aizen, having already learned his lesson, would not give him the chance.
The speed of the falling blade suddenly accelerated, slicing through that hideous, ugly body without the slightest resistance.
The body, severed into two halves, fell powerlessly from the sky like an action figure broken by a mischievous child, kicking up nothing but a cloud of dust.
Aizen stood in the sky, calmly looking down at the two halves of the body.
Judging from his previous performance, it was impossible for Zommari to die this easily.
Especially since he had a massive connection to Hell. Could a dead person die a second time?
Aizen was not entirely sure of the answer to that question.
And just as he was pondering this, amidst the swirling dust, several chains materialized out of thin air from the severed cross-sections of the two body halves. They intertwined and crossed over each other, sticking the pieces back together like a stitched-up doll.
"Oh my, that was too weak, Sōsuke."
"?"
Hearing this voice, Aizen's expression froze, his composure nearly breaking. He turned his head to look, only to see Naraku Sora standing completely unharmed in the air, clicking his tongue at Zommari on the ground.
"You should have gone for the head, Master Aizen."
Aizen narrowed his eyes. "How did you break free from his domination?"
Under his gaze, Naraku Sora tilted his head up slightly.
"Through sheer force of will, of course!"
"Speak plainly."
"Reishi micro-manipulation."
"?"
Aizen frowned. He could understand every individual word Naraku Sora said, but put together, they made absolutely no sense.
How did a thick-skinned brute like you learn such a high-level technique?
Seeing Aizen's bewildered and ignorant expression, Naraku Sora decided to demonstrate it for him personally.
Then, like a falling meteor trailing a long tail of flames, he charged toward Zommari's position.
Black and red intertwined Reiatsu dyed the sky, adding a heavy sense of oppression to the night.
Zommari once again sensed the descent of death. Looking up, he saw a terrifying, hideous figure plunging from the heavens.
With no time to think about how Naraku Sora had broken free from his domination, his instincts drove him to unleash his most powerful ability once more.
Complete Dominance!
Countless deep purple beams of light landed on Naraku Sora's body, stamping dense black sun marks onto him and causing his movements to stagnate once again.
However, this state lasted for less than a split second before the countless marks shattered explosively, turning into fine Reishi that scattered into the surrounding air.
At that exact moment, that demon-like smile appeared right in front of him, causing Zommari's heart to skip a beat.
His thumb pushed the tsuba of his sword—
Click.
A soft sound rang out, exceptionally clear amidst the deafening roar. In the instant the blade was drawn, Zommari witnessed the most brilliant flash of a sword he had ever seen in his life.
First Secret Sword・Dankū!
An ultimate slash developed by blending the characteristics of Dankū and Rhinoceros Strike, built upon a foundation of perfect mastery over both techniques.
It concentrated the vectors of all physical force into a single point, then unleashed it entirely through the spatial power contained within Dankū.
It was enough to sever absolutely anything in its path!
In an instant, the world lost its color, turning into pure black and white.
The power of domination was instantly annihilated. The remaining half of his body shattered and vanished with a boom, turning into a mist of blood that rippled outward and stained the earth.
Not a single ounce of power leaked out; all the destruction was entirely concentrated on Zommari's body.
Even the chains of Hell linking his body shattered along with it, scattering in the air like fine sand.
Yet, even with only half a body remaining, Zommari still did not die, acting as if he truly possessed an immortal body.
Aizen arrived via Flash Step. With a backhand motion, he threw out a series of Bakudō spells, suppressing Zommari's regeneration while simultaneously attempting to sever his connection to Hell.
A test subject of such high quality absolutely could not be let go easily.
Fortunately, because of Takeda Goki, he had conducted some research on Hell's miasma and had specifically developed Kidō targeting the properties of this substance.
A hexagram pattern unfolded on the ground, instantly imprisoning the struggling body.
Countless bandages materialized out of thin air, binding Zommari from head to waist, preventing even a single Reishi from leaking out.
After finishing all this, Aizen finally looked at the young man beside him, staring suspiciously at the innocent-looking Naraku Sora.
"Reishi micro-manipulation?"
Naraku Sora nodded very honestly.
He had actually only recently discovered that Reishi convergence was essentially the manipulation of Reishi in the atmosphere.
But once pushed to its absolute limit, it could strip the life from beings composed of Reishi.
Which was the so-called Sklaverei.
Although he hadn't reached that level yet, based on a Soul Reaper's control over their own Reishi, combined with the ability of Reishi convergence, breaking a control skill applied to his body was still doable.
Complete Dominance seemed powerful, but it could still be blocked by defensive Kidō. In essence, it was similar to Kidō, just with a slightly stronger effect.
"I'll assume you're telling the truth. Once we get back..."
Aizen stopped mid-sentence. His expression suddenly changed as he looked toward the distant sky.
An ancient door quietly opened. From the deep passage within, an extremely scorching aura emanated, as if a blazing sun were rising, instantly dispersing the gloom over the city.
A terrifying, scalp-tingling Reiatsu poured out, majestically blanketing half the city.
"Old Man Yama is here."
Aizen wasted no more time. He backhanded the spherical package on the ground, lifting it up, and gave Naraku Sora a deep look.
"I'll be taking my leave."
Before leaving, he didn't forget to erase his own Reiatsu from the battlefield.
Not long after, an old man entirely engulfed in terrifying flames stepped out of the Senkaimon. The city's temperature skyrocketed, and moisture rapidly evaporated.
As he descended from the sky, it was like a star crashing into the earth. The ground turned black and charred in layers, dust vaporized, and a suffocating pressure suddenly swept over the area.
Yamamoto held his sword, his killing intent almost solidifying into substance. His cold gaze swept the surroundings before finally landing on Naraku Sora.
"Where is he?"
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