Death: This Death is a bit unorthodox.

The reason he put aside his work and made a special trip to this place was actually as a precaution.

At this moment, he was calmly gazing at the fierce battlefield before him, as if waiting for something to happen.

Unless an unexpected situation arises that the captains cannot handle, he will not easily intervene.

However, he secretly thought that the possibility was extremely slim.

Thinking this, he turned his gaze to Retsu Unohana, who was being besieged by a total of thirty Kensei.

Clearly, Retsu Unohana wasn't giving her all in this battle; she seemed to be just enjoying herself.

Logically speaking, given her strength, even if Kensei Muguruma used his Bankai and faced five opponents at the same time, she should have been able to easily take them all down with a single strike.

However, at this moment the two sides were locked in a fierce battle.

Aizen knew that Retsu Unohana had been corrupted by Mayuki Aozaki and Kenpachi Zaraki, and had learned to suppress her spiritual pressure in battle.

For those battle-crazed fanatics, the real fun doesn't come from easily defeating their opponents.

Rather, it is the exhilarating experience of engaging in fierce battles with an evenly matched opponent.

If you can't expect your opponents to get stronger, you can only make yourself weaker.

The wife of the Captain-Commander before him was undoubtedly the one whose spiritual pressure was closest to his own on the entire battlefield.

Even if she encounters difficulties, with the sharp scimitar in her hand, she would surely be able to cut through any obstacle.

Suddenly, Aizen frowned slightly, as if he had realized something important, and quickly turned around to look behind him.

After a few seconds of deep thought, he turned around again and stood quietly in place, motionless like an old monk in meditation.

Chapter 464 Too Far Off

Aozaki Mayuki's figure darted swiftly between the buildings, as elusive as a sprite among flowers, appearing and disappearing abruptly.

Her pure white haori fluttered in the wind, giving her an ethereal and otherworldly air, her graceful figure making her seem like a deity descending to earth.

However, just as he was running between the high walls...

Suddenly, he stopped abruptly, as if he had sensed something, and looked up.

Two figures slowly emerged from behind the clean, white wall.

The leader was dressed in a black shihaka (a type of Japanese martial arts uniform) with a white haori (a type of Japanese clothing). His hair was sparse and loose, with brown curls, and a wooden plaque symbolizing the vice-captain was tied to his sleeve.

It was Aizen Sousuke.

Behind him stood Chojiro Sasakibe, the former vice-captain of the First Division, wearing a short jinhaori and sporting a small black mustache.

As the two figures slowly walked up to her and stood before her, Aozaki Mayuki blinked.

what is this?

Is the vice-captain plotting to overthrow his superior?

Aizen Sousuke, with a faint smile on his face, met Aozaki Mayuki's gaze and said:

"As expected, you really can see through our true identities..."

His tone revealed a hint of surprise and admiration.

“You are not carrying the Twelfth Division’s detection equipment, and I don’t see any other captains with you, yet you were able to see through our deception so easily.”

"That really piques my curiosity. I'd love to know how you did it!"

Aozaki Mayuki narrowed her eyes, staring coldly at Aizen Sousuke, her icy gaze undisguised.

His voice was so cold it seemed to freeze the air:

"Hmph, as long as I want to do it, that's enough."

Facing Aozaki Mayuki's hostile gaze, Aizen Sousuke smiled slightly, waved his hand, and said in a relaxed tone:

"Don't look at me like that, like you want to eat me alive. I didn't become like this by choice."

"Besides, my existence is only temporary, and this body is ultimately too weak."

"And our meeting this time will be like a shooting star in the night, fleeting in the long course of your life."

In his mind, Aozaki Mayuki had never looked at Aizen Sousuke with that kind of gaze.

Aizen, however, sensed disgust in those eyes.

"If the world is destroyed, there will be no long life. So, you're certain that Inaba Kagerouza will fail?"

Aozaki Mayuki's voice was calm and indifferent, as if he were speaking to a corpse.

"That's natural. I'm no different from the Aizen you know, including his shrewd mind."

Under Aozaki Mayuki's gaze, Aizen spread his hands, a confident smile on his face, his eyes gleaming with wisdom.

"Inaba Kagerousa is far inferior; his defeat was foreseeable, just as your victory was destined."

"As expected, he is as intelligent as Aizen, but no matter how intelligent he is, he is still controlled by others. It's truly pathetic."

Aozaki Mayuki narrowed her eyes, a mocking smile playing on her lips.

His gaze was sharp as a knife, as if he wanted to see into the depths of Aizen's soul through his eyes.

Reikai Aizen Sousuke gently shook his head, a hint of barely perceptible helplessness flashing in his eyes, and said with a light laugh:

"You really are Aozaki Mayuki, but I'm different from the others. In fact, I've already managed to break free from some of Inaba Kagerousa's influence."

His tone carried a hint of pride, but also revealed a sense of helplessness at being unable to break free from constraints.

"Knowing you'll fail, why did you come here? Don't you think your actions are ridiculous?"

“What is this? It can’t be like a hero doing something he knows is impossible, you’re not that kind of person.”

Aozaki Mayuki gave a cold laugh.

His eyes were filled with contempt and disdain, as if he were looking at a clown who overestimated himself.

However, Aizen was not angered by his words. Instead, he smiled slightly and said softly:

"Because I have my own purposes."

His voice was deep and magnetic.

"I just want to see what kind of person Aozaki Mayuki really is in my limited life."

Aizen Sousuke's gaze suddenly turned somewhat cold, as if he harbored a slight dissatisfaction with Aozaki Mayuki.

"To be honest, I'm a little disappointed."

"As expected, I am superior to my original self, but this version of me can only exist for 'that one moment'."

Aizen Sousuke's tone carried a hint of resentment and regret.

"It's so unfair, isn't it?"

Aozaki Mayuki did not respond to Aizen Sousuke's words, but instead scoffed.

"Hahaha, you really are not Aizen Sousuke. You are far inferior to him."

He looked at the imposter, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips.

"I'm not as good as him?" Reikai Aizen Sousuke frowned, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

"Do you know where you fall short compared to him?" Aozaki Mayuki's voice was full of sarcasm.

"Where?" Reikai Aizen Sousuke pressed.

"Leaving aside other things, if Aizen Sousuke were standing here, he wouldn't call me Aozaki Mayuki!"

Aozaki Mayuki suddenly burst into a hearty laugh, a laugh tinged with deep mockery.

Aizen frowned, unable to understand what Aozaki Mayuki meant by those words.

Just as he was about to ask a question, he discovered that Aozaki Mayuki's figure had vanished in an instant.

The next moment, Aizen felt a powerful aura rushing towards him.

He looked closely and saw that Aozaki Mayuki's figure appeared in front of him as if by teleportation.

At this moment, Aozaki Mayuki clenched her right fist, her arm taut like a fully drawn longbow.

With his movement, a powerful force gathered on his fist, bringing with it a violent whooshing sound.

Immediately afterwards, Aozaki Mayuki swung his right fist and smashed it hard towards the spirit body Aizen!

This punch contained boundless power, as if it would utterly shatter everything in front of it.

Reikai Aizen's eyes widened, secretly marveling at Aozaki Mayuki's speed and power.

Faced with such a swift attack, he had no time to react and could only hastily raise his hands in an attempt to block the fatal blow.

But... we couldn't stop them!

Both hands shattered instantly, and the violent shockwave generated by the collision of spiritual pressure spread outwards.

Inside the First Division barracks, Aozaki Mayuki, upholding the greater good, held a girl close to her with one arm, providing close protection at zero distance.

He felt a gentle breeze on his face, then looked up and gazed through the window at the leaves rustling in the wind outside.

"In the direction of Yanluo Jingdian, has the battle already begun?"

"However, since he was able to copy Aizen, his spiritual pressure is probably slightly weaker than before he fused with the Hogyoku."

"I really didn't expect it to be able to do this much."

"It looks like the materials used are different from those used on other spirit remains."

"But compared to Aizen's soul, his body is still very fragile and won't last long."

He only slightly released his senses and was able to discern the true condition of the spirit remains.

Not only is his spiritual pressure far inferior to Aizen's.

From birth to death, it can only last for half an hour at most, and there is no more possibility.

But let alone mere spirit remains, even Aizen himself would be no threat to Yanluo Jingdian.

After all, even disregarding other abilities, her spiritual pressure is still synchronized with Aozaki Mayuki's.

With such immense spiritual pressure, even without using his Zanpakuto abilities, he could defeat most powerful individuals below Yhwach.