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The fierce battle over Karakura Town raged on. Aizen Sosuke looked at the approaching Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni, a calm smile playing on his lips.
"Roar!"
A thunderous roar echoed across the battlefield as a massive beast slowly emerged from a gaping black rift in the sky.
All combatants momentarily paused, drawn to the monstrous cry.
Hitsugaya Tōshirō froze in shock as he laid eyes on the enormous creature.
"That thing..." murmured Matsumoto Rangiku, standing not far from Tōshirō, her gaze locked on the beast in disbelief.
It was the very same monster Aaron had once slain with his own hands.
The creature resembled a colossal worm, its body swelling rapidly like a balloon brimming with water. As its skin darkened from gray to pitch black, a wide fissure split open at its front—vomiting forth a terrifying torrent.
"Woah..."
Through the war-torn, smoke-choked sky, a dark river surged—composed not of water, but countless Gillians spilling from the creature's maw.
Amid the stream of Hollows, a lone figure wreathed in streaks of violet light streaked toward Yamamoto.
In the instant that Yamamoto was momentarily distracted, Aizen moved like a phantom. He drew his blade and thrust it clean through Yamamoto's abdomen.
Nearby, Kuchiki Kōga—standing beside Urahara Kisuke—exclaimed, "Urahara, wasn't that monster already defeated by our teacher? How has it returned?"
Urahara's expression darkened as he looked toward the sky. "It seems Aizen made contingency plans... But no matter. Let's begin."
The two exchanged a nod, and in a blink, vanished into afterimages.
Aizen, now standing before the impaled Yamamoto, smirked.
"Yamamoto Genryūsai... to think you'd lower your guard so easily. What a shame."
Yamamoto snorted coldly. His left hand clamped tightly around Aizen's arm, and his right gripped his Zanpakutō, now radiating intense flames.
A glint shone in his eyes as he growled, "Aizen, allow me to return your words—you are the one who's truly been careless."
Aizen's smirk faltered, but he quickly returned to his composed demeanor.
"Are you certain this isn't all just an illusion? Kyōka Suigetsu... is not so easily overcome."
Yamamoto's grip tightened. "The old man may not fully grasp Kyōka Suigetsu's release conditions—but I can feel the Reiatsu surging through my body from your blade. That is no illusion."
In an instant, a searing inferno erupted around them, and molten flame pooled beneath their feet like lava.
"Aizen! Today, you die by my hands!" Yamamoto roared as a pillar of fire surged into the heavens.
BOOM.
Fiery Reiatsu burst across the sky like a supernova, scattering clouds and wind alike. Every fighter turned instinctively toward the source.
Facing the enormous beast, Yamamoto stood ablaze, his very presence exuding murderous intensity.
"Impressive. As expected of the strongest flame-based Zanpakutō... But did you really think I wasn't prepared for you, Yamamoto?"
Aizen gestured toward the creature. "Allow me to introduce you. This is Wanda Weiss, an Arrancar enhanced by the Hōgyoku."
"He was originally created to counter Aaron's Zanpakutō—but the prototype was destroyed. What you see now is a backup version."
"He may not be a match for Aaron… but against you? He's more than sufficient."
Suddenly, Yamamoto realized his Zanpakutō was faltering—its power no longer answering his call.
A crushing force blasted him backwards, and Wanda Weiss gave chase, launching a relentless assault.
BOOM!
The two figures crashed to the ground, and Yamamoto slowly rose to his feet, scorched and bloodied.
Aizen looked on with satisfaction—until a sharp blade sliced past his side.
His world flipped. A silhouette appeared before him—upside down in his vision.
"HAAH!"
Sarugaki Hiyori let out a battle cry, slashing her Zanpakutō at Aizen in a blur of motion.
She had waited over a hundred years for this moment.
CRACK.
A sickening impact sounded from her ribs. Hiyori coughed up blood mid-air and was hurled back like a severed kite.
"Hiyori!"Hirako Shinji cried out in anguish.
Aizen, unfazed, glanced around. "So, you've all mastered Hollowfication. Admirable… But it changes nothing."
"You remain failed experiments."
Even surrounded, Aizen radiated calm. Hirako and the other Visoreds activated their Hollow masks and launched a coordinated assault.
Blades glimmered through the sky, but Aizen's form became elusive—flashing like a phantom through their strikes.
He soon reappeared in the air, untouched, while Hirako and the others fell from the sky, bleeding and defeated.
BOOM. BOOM.
BOOOOOM.
Pillars of fire erupted across Karakura Town, the sky painted crimson with spiritual energy.
Yamamoto Genryūsai, wreathed in roaring flame, charged toward Aizen once more.
Aizen recoiled, shouting, "Yamamoto! If you unleash your flames like this, you'll kill everyone here!"
Yamamoto's eyes burned with resolve.
"From the moment they joined this war, they accepted the risk of death! Even if every member of the Gotei 13 perishes—I will end you today!"
Aizen chuckled and shook his head.
"You're always so intense, old man..."
BOOM.
A violent explosion engulfed Karakura Town, transforming it into a sea of fire.
From somewhere nearby, a calm voice echoed:
"Even with spiritual particle reconstruction, I doubt the terrain can withstand this kind of destruction for long..."
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