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Abarai Renji snorted and stepped back two paces.
Rukia Kuchiki looked at the injured Renji, her face filled with guilt.
Sōsuke Aizen maintained his serene smile as he slowly approached the two.
"Lieutenant Abarai, you've improved again. I didn't expect you to dodge my sword. Otherwise... your arm might have been lost," Aizen remarked with a calm demeanor, the faint smile still lingering on his lips.
"Captain Aizen, why?" Renji asked, his voice filled with defiance and pain.
Aizen chuckled softly. "Ah, stepping on ants without crushing them takes a delicate touch, doesn't it?" His smile began to fade as he advanced toward Rukia.
Just then, the unexpected arrival of Aaron stunned everyone present. Even Kurosaki Ichigo, who had been preparing himself mentally, stood dumbfounded.
Ever since Ichigo had gained the powers of a Shinigami, his growth had been remarkable. Mastering Shikai and progressing at an unprecedented rate had taught him humility. Yet, in the face of figures like Byakuya Kuchiki or Kisuke Urahara—both undeniably powerful—he felt insignificant.
But never had he expected his seemingly ordinary teacher to exude such an overwhelming presence.
Ichigo recalled Urahara's words and the respect shown to Aaron by both Urahara and Tessai. It was only now that Ichigo realized how naïve he had been—he truly was like a frog at the bottom of a well.
Though Ichigo couldn't comprehend Aaron's full strength, the pressure emanating from the older man reminded him of an unmovable mountain, making it hard to breathe. Yet, despite this, Aaron's presence filled Ichigo with an indescribable sense of security.
"Sensei... please, be careful," Ichigo said hesitantly, his voice barely audible.
Aaron, who was standing opposite Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni, nodded slightly in acknowledgment, his expression calm.
Hearing Ichigo address Taifeng as "Aaron," even the most composed individuals in the crowd—like Kyoraku Shunsui and Ukitake Jūshirō—were left reeling.
The infamous prodigy of Soul Society had become a teacher? And his pupil was Ichigo?
The revelation made those who had considered capturing Ichigo sweat nervously.
Shihōin Yoruichi, observing from nearby, couldn't help but reminisce about her own training under Aaron. Despite his harsh and unyielding methods, it was his guidance that earned her the title of "Flash Goddess."
Amid this chaos, Yamamoto's brows furrowed deeper as memories of an old scar came rushing back—one stretching from his left shoulder to his abdomen, a painful reminder of his confrontation with Aaron a century ago.
The pieces began to fall into place in Yamamoto's mind. The recent upheavals in Seireitei—Ichimaru Gin's death, Aizen's betrayal, and the Tsunayashiro family's tragedy—could all be tied to Aaron.
With growing fury, Yamamoto bellowed, "What connection do you have to the deaths of Aizen and Gin? Were you responsible for the Tsunayashiro family's demise?
Aaron smiled faintly, unfazed by the accusations. "Some of it was my doing, but not all. The answers will reveal themselves in time."
His voice calm but resolute, he continued, "If you wish to fight, I will oblige. But I warn you—anyone else with foolish ambitions should reconsider."
Before anyone could respond, Yamamoto leaped into the air, flames roaring around him like an infernal god.
"All things in the universe turn to ash! Ryūjin Jakka!" Yamamoto roared, releasing a devastating wave of fire aimed at Aaron.
Aaron watched the approaching inferno, his expression unchanged. With a soft utterance, "Swallow, Taotie," he swung his Zanpakutō in swift, calculated arcs.
The flames collided in midair with a resounding explosion, sending shockwaves across the Sōkyoku Hill. The intensity of the heat stunned the crowd as they realized the two flames were equally matched.
"Shunsui... how is this possible? How can he wield the same flames as Ryūjin Jakka?" Ukitake asked, his voice trembling.
Kyoraku pressed his hat down, shielding his face from the blazing heat, and muttered, "Jūshirō, I think the old man's in trouble this time."
The battle reached its climax as Yamamoto, engulfed in his own flames, was sent hurtling backward, the force of the clash echoing across the skies.
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