Chapter 276
Mako Hirako looked up.
"Your injury...?"
Shiba Haiyan is in very bad shape.
Not only was there no Zanpakutō on his waist, he even lost his adjutant's armband, and a huge wound penetrated his entire arm.
"I'm fine. I had some trouble subduing the Zanpakutō."
Zhiba Haiyan glanced at her arm.
"I have Captain Ukitake's latest—"
Just as Shiba Haiyan was about to take something out of his arms and hand it to Hirako Mako, he was interrupted by a voice coming from the shadow of the corridor:
"Captain Hirako."
Aizen Sosuke's figure appeared there.
"Soyousuke?"
"That Vice Captain Haiyan... is fake."
The night, shadows and darkness still cannot block the shining glasses.
"?"
Hirako Mako and Shiba Haiyan's faces showed astonishment at the same time.
"Vice Captain Aizen, what are you talking about-"
The latter was about to interrupt.
"Uh-huh."
Hirako Mako had immediately opened the distance between the two.
"..."
The team building instantly became quiet.
Before Aizen came to the captain's office, he had already solved the problem of the materialization of the Zanpakutō of the fifth division: because of Muramasa's rebellion, there were too many experimental materials to be harvested this time, and there was really no need to take action against his own division— —
"Soyousuke, do you think this guy is fake?"
——Although these were planned things, when seeing Hirako Mako trusting him so much, Aizen's extremely calm heart still had a few ripples.
"...Maybe I saw it wrong."
"ha?"
"I'm just kidding, the Shiba Haiyan in front of me is indeed not your friend."
Aizen moved the frame of his glasses and said with a serious expression.
"No wonder I felt wrong just now."
"You also see the problem?"
"No, purely based on intuition...especially after hearing what you said."
"..."
Retract the preamble.
With such an unreliable captain, Aizen didn't have any extra thoughts in his mind.
————
Ten minutes ago.
"Um?"
The monitors that filled the vice-captain's office showed Haruto fighting Kitahara Kenshin in the sewer.
The invisible ripples showed a coquettish purple-red color in Aizen's eyes.
"Muramasa?"
Aizen looked down at the Zanpakutō leaning against the wall.
"Ninety-nine of the Dao of Binding."
The light blue swastika pattern quickly enlarged on the fingertips.
"..."
Just when he was about to press it, Aizen suddenly stopped what he was doing.
"No."
"It seems I haven't moved my hands and feet for a while."
He thought of the battle scene he had just seen: whether it was a one-sided massacre or an evenly matched battle, it had been a long time since Aizen was used to standing behind the scenes.
“The materialization of Flowers Through the Looking Glass.”
Aizen very quietly observed the transformation of the Zanpakutō, as well as the massive amount of spiritual pressure that was constantly being extracted from his body to condense the entity——
This was also a quite new experience for him.
"Should it bring some fun?"
"Wow."
He didn't waste much time.
As the water mirror formed in mid-air quickly broke, a brown-haired man who was 90% similar to Aizen - the other 10% was from without glasses and wearing hair gel - appeared in front of Aizen.
"..."
"All right."
Aizen's tone was not without disappointment.
"It seems a bit fanciful to use this method to take shortcuts."
"how?"
Jinghua Shuiyue spoke, and her arrogant tone was extremely mocking.
"Want me to help you with some research?"
"..."
"well."
Aizen sighed softly.
"I have had this thought, which shows that I still have the innocence in my heart that I have never abandoned... Now I am much calmer."
Aizen didn't care about Kyoka Suigetsu's rebellion.
Being part of his own power, yet showing such an immature attitude, was why he sighed.
"Pretending."
Kyoka Suigetsu also seems to be dissatisfied with Aizen.
"And you?"
"You obviously have that kind of power, why don't you act more directly?"
He ignored Aizen's rhetorical questions.
"for example?"
"Like this-"
Kyoka Suigetsu, who looked like Aizen, raised her right hand.
The extremely concentrated flow of gravity even caused the extremely solid space of Seireitei to be shattered.
"Black coffin!"
"Black coffin."
Preemptive strike?
The last come first!
The moment Kyoka Suigetsu called out the black coffin, Aizen's black coffin had already come out of his hand——
“Buzz!!!”
The dark and chaotic energy fields intertwined with each other, instantly shattering the newly built office!
Fortunately, there were traces of battles everywhere in Seireitei at this moment, otherwise the obvious fluctuations of the ghost path in the black coffin would have been noticed long ago.
"..."
in a stalemate.
"It seems I overestimated you."
"?"
"Even though he has completely copied Jing Hua Shui Yue's ability, he still can't let me fall victim to it."
"Snapped!"
Aizen did nothing.
The surrounding space shattered like a mirror.
"It's boring."
Wait until your vision is clear again...
The office is still the same as before, but in front of Aizen is a man made entirely of "water"
A human form without a face.
"Ninety of the broken path."
That's a real black coffin.
Gravity draws lines in the space, and the deep coffin completely envelopes the human form made of mirror flowers, water and moon.
"Black coffin."
"Boom!!"
————
at the same time.
Noble Street.
Compared to the chaos in the area where the Gotei 13 were located, the normally bustling noble mansion was unusually quiet today.
It's not that there aren't any Shinigami among them who wear Zanpakutō.
Simply because...
The rich blood flowed along the artificially dug river, turning the clear water into filth filled with rust.
Black shadows moved quickly on the eaves.
The bodies of nobles were randomly discarded in various corners where they died, and the secret rooms containing property and information were empty and open to the public——
A killing was going on quietly, and the Gotei 13 in the chaos had not noticed the problem until now.
"Uh-huh!"
ten minutes later.
More than thirty black robes that blended into the night gathered together, and there was no trace of blood or property on them: whether they were night clothes that suppressed smells and spiritual pressure, or space bags that stored large items, they were all extremely rare imitations of God-given military equipment. .
"All done?"
"..."
No reply is the best answer.
"very good."
The leader nodded imperceptibly.
