'Oh no!'
Omaeda's heart skipped a beat.
'They're fighting?!'
'Although Captain Aizen is a Captain, he's famously a softie. He usually just practices calligraphy or drinks tea, and is only slightly good at Kido.'
'Facing that mysterious person who even I, the great Omaeda, find dangerous...'
'Captain Aizen is just a frail scholar, won't he get bullied?!'
Although Omaeda was usually cowardly and afraid of trouble, as a member of the Gotei 13, his sense of responsibility to protect his colleague miraculously overwhelmed his previous hesitation at this moment.
'No, I can't just leave like this! Slipping away on my own is one thing, but abandoning a comrade would bring too much shame to the Second Division and the Omaeda family!'
'Besides, if I save Captain Aizen, wouldn't that be a double merit?!'
'When the time comes, not only will Captain Soi Fon praise me, but even Captain Aizen will owe me a favor!'
'This is a bargain!'
'I'm going all in!'
Gritting his teeth, Omaeda suddenly dashed out from the bushes.
His massive body was like a fired grenade, crashing into the cabin with a loud bang.
*Boom—!*
Omaeda didn't even think about using the door. He directly smashed his shoulder through the already rickety wooden door, bringing down half the wall with it.
Dust billowed, and wood splinters flew everywhere.
"Ahem! Who dares to run wild in front of the Fifth Division!" Omaeda roared, trying to overwhelm the enemy with his momentum.
He waved away the dust in front of his eyes and saw the scene inside clearly.
Sosuke Aizen was facing away from him, holding his Zanpakuto, his body trembling slightly as if he was desperately resisting something.
And opposite Aizen, the cloaked mysterious figure was holding a gleaming blade, the tip pointed straight at Aizen's throat!
'Just as I thought! This guy is going to hurt Captain Aizen!'
At this moment, Omaeda's sense of justice exploded.
He lunged forward, using his broad back to block in front of Aizen, protecting the frail Fifth Division Captain behind him.
"Step back, Captain Aizen!" Omaeda declared without looking back, his tone full of heroism. "Leave this to me! Go get help!"
"Vice Captain Omaeda...?" Aizen's slightly surprised and touched voice came from behind. "Why are you here? Be careful, this guy is very strong..."
"Stop talking nonsense! Hurry up and go!"
Omaeda felt that he was simply too cool right now.
He drew his own Zanpakuto. "Crush them, Gegetsuburi!!"
As the release command was shouted, the Asauchi rapidly transformed, turning into a massive meteor hammer!
Although the design was simple and brutal, with the blessing of Omaeda's monstrous strength, its destructive power was extremely astonishing.
Omaeda's meteor hammer brought up a howling wind, his beady eyes full of ferocity. "I don't care who you are, daring to touch Captain Aizen means you're crossing me, Marechiyo Omaeda!"
"Which means you're crossing the entire Second Division, and the entire Seireitei!"
The cloaked figure opposite him did not speak.
He just stood there quietly, hiding his face under the hood in the shadows.
Only that blade was still held level, emitting a terrifying killing intent.
This dismissive attitude completely enraged Omaeda.
"Take this!!" Omaeda roared, violently swinging the meteor hammer in his hand.
The giant iron ball, carrying the force of a thunderbolt, smashed directly toward the cloaked figure's head.
If this strike landed solidly, let alone a person, even a Gillian would be smashed to a pulp!
However, the cloaked figure merely stepped sideways slightly, his movements effortless.
*Swoosh—!*
The meteor hammer brushed past his clothes and smashed heavily into the wall behind him, blasting a large hole straight through it.
"You dodge pretty fast!"
Missing his strike, Omaeda yanked the chain, swinging the meteor hammer to draw a bizarre arc in the air, attacking the cloaked figure from behind again.
*Clang!*
The cloaked figure struck back with a backhand slash, hitting the chain of the meteor hammer.
Sparks flew in all directions.
A massive recoil force traveled down the chain, numbing the webbing between Omaeda's thumb and forefinger.
'Such great strength!' Omaeda was shocked.
'This guy looks thin and small, how is his strength greater than mine?'
"I'm not done yet!" Omaeda bounced nimbly, utilizing the attack range of the meteor hammer to launch a stormy offensive against the cloaked figure.
The furniture in the room was smashed to pieces, the floorboards were ripped up, and the entire cabin was tottering amidst their battle.
"How about that! Captain Aizen! Did you see my heroic bearing!" Omaeda even had time to turn his head and claim credit while fighting.
However, when he turned his head, he found nothing behind him.
Captain Aizen... was gone?
'Did he listen to me and go get reinforcements?' Omaeda felt a surge of joy. 'Great! As long as I hold on for a little while, once Captain Soi Fon and the other Captains arrive, this guy is dead meat!'
Thinking of this, he was even more pumped up, swinging the meteor hammer in his hand with even more effort.
"Come on! Let's hurt each other!!"
Just ten meters away from this cabin, under a towering tree.
Two figures stood side by side, quietly watching the violently shaking, dust-billowing cabin.
One of them was precisely the calm and composed Sosuke Aizen, who had just disappeared.
Standing beside him was the handsome and refined Soya Azashiro.
Azashiro looked at the cabin in the distance that was about to be torn down, his tone tinged with confusion. "That fat guy, does he really think he's fighting a so-called enemy?"
"In his eyes, that is indeed the case right now." Aizen smiled and pushed up his glasses. "There's nothing to hide from you. This is the ability of my Zanpakuto, Complete Hypnosis."
"As long as one sees its Shikai once, they will forever fall under my control. The five senses, Spiritual Pressure perception, and even the cognition of the enemy can be manipulated at will."
"Truly... a breathtaking ability." Azashiro commented indifferently. "Playing with people's hearts, manipulating reality... it is indeed a Zanpakuto very suited for you."
"Your Uro Zakuro is also very powerful, Soya." Aizen turned around, showing an elegant smile to Azashiro. "When your Zanpakuto Spirit talked to me about her abilities back then, I couldn't quite believe it. Now it seems she truly lives up to her reputation..."
"The moment Omaeda followed you, you completely sealed off the flow of Reishi around him, didn't you?"
"Communications cut off, Spiritual Pressure shielded, and even the sounds he makes can't be transmitted out... turning him completely into an isolated island."
"It's simply a perfect cage." Aizen looked at Azashiro, his eyes flashing with admiration. "If Kyoka Suigetsu is the brush that weaves dreams, then Uro Zakuro is the foundation that builds the stage."
"The combination of our abilities can indeed create astonishing effects."
Azashiro was not moved by Aizen's praise.
He just looked coldly at the cabin. "I merely disposed of a stalker according to the terms of our cooperation."
"However, I am curious." Soya Azashiro pointed in that direction. "You used illusions to make him think he's fighting a strong enemy... but in reality, what is he hitting?"
"He needs a physical target to vent that brute strength on, right? Otherwise, swinging at empty air, even the most foolish person would realize something is wrong."
The smile on Aizen's lips became somewhat cruel.
"Naturally..."
Inside the cabin.
Omaeda was panting heavily, sweat pouring down his face like rain.
He couldn't remember how many times he had swung the meteor hammer, nor how many things he had smashed.
But that damn cloaked figure was like an immortal!
No matter what kind of heavy blows he suffered, no matter what strange angles his body was twisted into, he could always stagger back to his feet and silently launch another attack.
'What... what the hell did this guy grow up eating?!'
Omaeda looked at the mysterious person in front of him, whose left arm was already broken and whose head was tilted to one side, yet who still charged at him with a raised blade.
A chill rose in his heart.
'Why doesn't he speak! Why doesn't he cry out in pain! Why hasn't he fallen after bleeding so much!'
Under the effect of Kyoka Suigetsu, what Omaeda saw was a strong enemy who, despite being heavily injured, still fought tenaciously.
But from a true perspective...
That long-dead corpse of the Kanritei member had already been smashed into a bloody pulp, its bones completely shattered...