"That's quite ruthless, Masatsuki."
Aizen gazed at the man before him, his expression unreadable.
The blade in Masatsuki Aozaki's hand had cut down his former friend without the slightest hesitation.
Aizen's eyes were unnervingly cold, as if he had long foreseen this outcome.
"But you don't seem as calm as you look."
Masatsuki raised an eyebrow, his gaze falling on Aizen's body, which was gradually being enveloped in white Reiatsu.
Aizen was evolving—proof that his heart was far less composed than his demeanor suggested.
"How interesting. You understand exactly what's happening to me."
Aizen slowly lifted his hand, examining it closely, a hint of barely restrained excitement creeping into his voice.
"So, you really did complete that as well. No wonder Kyōka Suigetsu had no effect on you. It seems you've already reached the next stage of evolution."
A faint smirk played on Aizen's lips, as if pleased by this revelation.
"Don't rely too much on cheap tricks like that."
Masatsuki scoffed, shaking his head dismissively.
The moment he stepped into the palace, he had sensed Aizen activating Kyōka Suigetsu in secret.
But the sheer gap in their Reiatsu made it utterly irrelevant—he had simply chosen to ignore it.
"You've known about Kyōka Suigetsu's abilities and weaknesses for a long time, haven't you?"
Aizen suddenly smiled and slowly extended a hand toward Masatsuki.
His voice carried an unmistakable note of satisfaction and admiration.
"Masatsuki, you truly are a man who can stand as my equal."
"I remember—you've never been fond of this world. You despise the way it is, don't you?"
"So tell me, have you never considered changing it?"
"Come. Stand by my side. With your strength and status now, you are more than worthy to walk alongside me."
"Together, we can create a new world—a better world! One that finally meets our expectations!"
Just like in the past, Aizen once again extended an olive branch, offering his invitation with sincere conviction.
"I don't really care about things like 'changing the world.'"
Masatsuki smiled faintly and shook his head.
"But... I do have a question for you."
"What is it?"
Aizen looked at Masatsuki in mild surprise.
Clearly, he hadn't expected one of Soul Society's highest-ranking nobles to so decisively acknowledge his ideals.
Masatsuki lifted his Zanpakutō, Banshō Senran, and stepped toward Aizen.
Then, he asked:
"Do you know the difference between a king... and his mount?"
At those words, Kaname Tōsen's face darkened.
But Aizen didn't seem insulted.
Instead, he fell into deep thought.
A strange silence settled over the scene.
After a brief silence, Aizen spoke slowly.
"You mean... domination and submission?"
His voice was soft, yet it carried an indescribable coldness that sent chills down one's spine.
"Exactly. There is only one throne in the heavens."
Aizen nodded slightly.
"If there can only be one king, then the other is destined to become nothing more than a steed—something to be ridden and controlled."
A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Let us see..."
"Who will finally put an end to this unbearable vacancy upon the throne of the heavens?"
"Who will truly stand at the pinnacle, Masatsuki Aozaki?"
By the time he finished speaking, his voice had risen with intensity, and his presence surged dramatically.
His eyes gleamed like a razor's edge, and his entire being radiated an overwhelming pressure, as if he had transformed into a sword so sharp that it could pierce through the heavens.
Though Aizen said no more, the sheer force emanating from him made it difficult to breathe.
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