Sora and Aizen could be seen clashing in the air.
Sora was trying his damn hardest to kill this cockroach, using everything in his arsenal—even using missiles.
Yet, this cockroach was still alive. Each swing of the man's blade seemed to shatter reality, and yet, in terms of scaling, he still scaled below the mummy Soul King.
Scaling below a corpse was indeed crazy work, but when that corpse in question was the Soul King, then it was aight. Like 99% of this verse scaled beneath the corpse Soul King.
Sora wasn't in that 1%. That 1% was that demon sealed somewhere in the deepest part of Hell, waiting for the day he could bring chaos to this world.
Sora truly wished that day would never happen. If it did, he'd have to fight someone more broken than Aizen, and trust—no one, and he meant no one—wanted that fate.
Sora would dodge under a strike before spinning his body around and aiming to kick Aizen in the head.
The man would simply parry his attack, grabbing Sora's leg and trying to twist it.
"Oh hell no." Sora would refuse to have his leg treated like this. As the great Sora, he needed to be treated with respect—so his legs were included in that list.
"Durchdringender Stern."
As those words left his mouth, his gun—which was pointed at Aizen—began to glow.
The very next second, a bullet, moving at the speed of light (yes, speed of light), tore toward the man.
Aizen, however, acted as if the attack was the slowest thing in existence, casually just tossing his head to the side to avoid the blast.
What a dick move.
Sora would kick the man in the face, using his wings to properly throw him to a safe distance away.
Aizen would merely observe his work. His power... it was growing. He was getting stronger by the second. He was now strong enough to one-shot the version of himself who had one-shot the Gotei 13.
The scaling was getting kind of crazy right now, and it was because of that stupid Hōgyoku.
Grabbing Ichigo's blade... he would rush toward Aizen.
bam
slam
He punched.
He got punched.
He dodged.
He was kicked.
He delivered a spin kick—just to receive a spin kick.
They were going blow for blow... the realms were trembling under the might of their Reiatsu...
Sora was not going to let the three worlds collapse.
He absolutely refused to let such a thing happen.
Yet Aizen was around his level. This made shit so much harder than it had to be. Like, come fucking on—why was shit so hard?
Sora would rush at Aizen and then slam his fist into the man's chest.
"Have you not realized it yet...? Your struggle is hopeless," the man would say in a calm voice.
"Shut the fuck up and watch this," Sora would say with a shit-eating grin on his face.
Hold up. Something wasn't right.
Aizen's eyes widened slightly as—
Sora pulled.
"RAHHHH!"
The sound of flesh being torn could be heard, alongside the crunching of bones and a precious orb being cracked.
Sora poured his Reiryoku into the orb like no other, overloading it with his energy.
The Hōgyoku began to resonate with Sora's energy.
And out came the Hōgyoku.
Torn from the flesh like a parasite. Still glowing. Still throbbing—but no longer inside him.
For the first time, Aizen looked... shocked.
Sora collapsed to one knee, clutching the sphere. "...Checkmate."
And then—
SLASH.
Aizen's blade ran through Sora's chest.
"Guh—!"
The boy fell to the ground, the Hōgyoku rolling from his fingers, stained with blood.
Fuck... he forgot that after taking the orb out, there was supposed to be another plan.
He was too caught up in his own victory.
Aizen stood over him. His white robes were burned. Skin cracked. Hair loose.
Yet still... elegant. He still had that look on his face that made him so punchable.
An arrogant, almost fond smile pulled at his lips.
"You truly lived up to my expectations, Sora," he said. "You pushed me to places I have not visited in centuries. Truly... well done."
Sora gasped, blood pooling around him.
Aizen knelt, voice smooth as ever. "But the fate of this battle was never yours to shape. You were born far too late... and aimed far too high."
He stood again, raising his sword with divine certainty.
"Any final words?"
Sora's brow twitched.
His eyes narrowed.
And then, softly—he began to chant.
"...Soul of the First..."
Aizen paused.
Sora whispered again, slower this time. "Adnyeus... recoil..."
A faint light sparked behind Sora.
Something ancient.
Something forbidden.
Aizen tilted his head, curious.
"...Twin Horizons..."
The sky began to fracture like glass.
"...Rift Between Realms..."
"...World Judge."
Aizen smiled one last time.
"Goodbye, Sora. I'll miss you.
Do not despair...
You were simply fighting a god."
He swung his blade down.
SHHLLLUNK.
The world went quiet.
Blood splurted out everywhere.
The sound of a body hitting the floor could be heard, alongside someone puking blood...
The Hōgyoku that was in Sora's hand fell from his grasp... covered in nothing more than blood.
The winner of the fight was undecided.
The Hōgyoku lost its light.
A/N...Wonder who won.