Bleach: Watch Closely, This Is How You Use a Zanpakutō novel Chapter 255

Chapter 255 - 255: The Final Evolution

Just as Aizen reeled in shock, Masatsuki Aozaki's figure vanished like a phantom, disappearing in an instant.

A moment later, he reappeared, seemingly passing right through Aizen as if he had teleported.

"Jōkaku Enjō."

Masatsuki murmured softly, and his Zanpakutō shone with a blinding light.

"Apologies... but I've already cut you."

As his words fell, his Zanpakutō slid smoothly back into its sheath.

The motion was fluid, effortless, without even a hint of hesitation.

A moment later, a charred wound suddenly appeared on Aizen's body.

It was a faint, almost imperceptible slash—so fine that, without careful inspection, it would have been nearly impossible to notice.

And yet, that seemingly insignificant cut sent a wave of unprecedented fear surging through Aizen.

Even with the heightened perception of his Second Fusion state, he had been completely unable to track the attack!

"...Masatsuki... you..."

The mask on Aizen's face suddenly shattered, revealing an expression of utter disbelief.

He stared down at the flickering flames spreading across his body, his face frozen in shock.

He could feel pain.

He had been cut.

And worse—he hadn't even been able to react before it happened.

But... how? How was that possible?!

...

At that moment, a massive pillar of fire erupted from Aizen's body, surging skyward as if it intended to set the entire world ablaze!

"So... so powerful!"

"Aizen-sama... has been killed?!"

"How is this possible?!"

The Arrancars beneath the throne froze in stunned silence, their movements coming to an abrupt halt as they stared, dumbfounded, at the scene unfolding before them.

Among them, Nnoitra and Charlotte, both high-ranking Arrancars, were even more shaken.

As former attendants of Baraggan, they understood better than anyone just how overwhelmingly powerful Aizen was.

This was the man who had single-handedly subdued both Baraggan and Szayelaporro through sheer strength.

Yet now—this nearly invincible existence had been slain in a single strike by that young man.

"Damn it!"

Charlotte collapsed to his knees at the base of the throne's steps, clenching his fists in frustration.

His resentment wasn't for Aizen—it was for Baraggan, the king he had loyally served.

He had witnessed Masatsuki Aozaki effortlessly crush Baraggan's skull with his bare hands.

And now, Aizen had fallen as well.

Who was left to avenge his king?

...

"The battle was decided in an instant..."

Nnoitra muttered in disbelief.

"This guy is terrifying. Makes me want to fight him myself!"

He had expected a drawn-out clash, a battle worthy of someone Aizen had deemed important.

In his mind, the moment these two men faced off, an earth-shattering fight should have erupted—a prolonged, breathtaking duel.

Perhaps, in the end, Baraggan could have seized the opportunity to strike down Aizen while both warriors lay battered and broken, reclaiming his throne.

But the reality?

Baraggan was dead.

Aizen was dead.

And it had all ended in an instant.

"Nnoitra, it's far too soon to be talking about victory or defeat."

Just as Nnoitra stared in shock, Aizen's voice rang out once more.

From within the raging inferno, he emerged—his body twisted into an unnatural posture, completely shrouded in black, as he slowly clawed his way out.

Incredibly, he was still alive.

His resilience was nothing short of monstrous.

Not only that, but the cocoon-like shell encasing his head had begun to peel away.

Crack—

In the blink of an eye, countless fractures spread across Aizen's face.

Then, the hardened shell—once as unyielding as steel—crumbled like fragile porcelain, scattering into dust.

The chrysalis phase had ended.

A monstrous Reiatsu erupted like a tsunami, sweeping in all directions.

The sheer magnitude of it was suffocating—so overwhelming that everyone present felt an unprecedented sense of impending death.

But the difference between their levels was simply too vast.

Their bodies, unable to process the sheer scale of Aizen's Reiatsu, instinctively shut down their senses—rendering them numb to the crushing force that should have reduced them to nothing.

Aizen's eyes gleamed with exhilaration.

And began to laugh. _{f|re(e)web.n\ovel. (c)o.m}

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