The Dangai barrier collapsed, shattering into countless fine crystalline fragments that scattered through the air.
The Shinigami maintaining the Dangai pillars were freed as well, no longer needing to sustain the dimensional structure.
Dense black chains spread from Aizen's soul, binding his arms and legs.
At that moment, the aura surrounding his soul was being weakened endlessly.
Shimo extended his hand, locking onto the golden timeline connected to Aizen.
Like a musician plucking the strings of fate, his fingers lightly flicked—altering Aizen's destiny.
"Fate manipulation… Hōgyoku suppressed."
Shimo's expression shifted slightly.
As he modified the timeline, he felt his spiritual pressure draining like a collapsing flood.
The remaining spiritual pressure he possessed would not last long.
"Evolution severed… Soul—"
Aizen struggled wildly beneath the chains, his spiritual pressure erupting continuously.
The surrounding space trembled violently.
The sky fractured.
A massive storm erupted, sweeping across all of Karakura Town.
At that moment—
The real Karakura Town had already begun returning.
If that city collided with this storm, it would be reduced to dust.
Shimo's gaze remained calm.
He swept his eyes across the chaos and spoke indifferently:
"Seal."
The instant the word fell—
The storm in the sky stopped.
The smoke dispersed.
Only two figures remained standing in the sky.
Aizen's expression showed confusion, unable to comprehend what had just happened.
"Why…"
"I can no longer sense the will of the Hōgyoku…"
"Is this also your ability, Shimo-kun?"
His voice remained calm—
But faint veins pulsed across his forehead.
Sweat slid down his face for the first time.
For Aizen, this was nearly unimaginable.
Yet in his mind, nothing was more shocking than the disappearance of the Hōgyoku's will.
The Hōgyoku had already completely fused with him.
Determination flashed in Aizen's eyes.
From the moment Shimo shattered him earlier, the Hōgyoku had fully merged with his existence.
He could clearly sense that fate-bound presence.
And yet—
The Hōgyoku's will had fallen into a deathlike slumber.
No matter how he used his spiritual pressure—
No matter how he exerted his own will—
The Hōgyoku did not respond at all.
"Aizen… this is fate."
Shimo looked at him calmly, expression unchanged.
"Resistance can do nothing."
"Just as Szayelaporro once said… you were destined to be sealed."
Aizen's pupils contracted sharply.
He finally remembered.
The strange sensation he had felt when first meeting Shimo—
Time.
Everything—
Was the power of time.
When Shimo first emerged from the dimensional gap, it was that strange force that caught Aizen's attention.
Realization dawned.
A bitter smile appeared on Aizen's face.
"So… that's how it is."
As the seal deepened, black chains climbed upward from beneath his feet, wrapping around his body.
"I understand now, Shimo-kun."
"Your power… comes from your soul itself."
"I will attempt to grasp my own power while sealed."
"Look forward to it… we will meet again someday."
Faint violet light radiated from the chains.
That was Aizen's spiritual pressure.
Even now, he looked as though he could break free at any moment.
But Shimo appeared completely unconcerned.
"Breaking the seal?"
"I've never doubted your ability."
A faint smile formed on Shimo's lips.
"But what limits you… isn't this seal."
"Nor is it yourself."
His gaze shifted beyond Aizen—
Toward the clear sky.
Then he looked back at him.
"It's… this damn world."
Aizen paused.
Then—
A smile slowly spread across his face.
He began laughing.
"Ha… hahahaha…"
"How unexpected…"
His hands were already bound, unable to move.
But his expression fully revealed his state of mind.
"Shimo-kun… I'm starting to regret everything I've done."
"If I had met you earlier… perhaps—"
He did not finish the sentence.
A faint smile lingered at the corner of his lips.
The chains climbed to his neck.
Gradually, Aizen's final trace was sealed.
"Interesting."
With those final words—
Aizen's consciousness completely vanished from the sky above Karakura Town.
Silence returned.
On the ground, as everyone sensed Aizen's spiritual pressure disappear completely—
The tension in their hearts finally released.
At that moment—
A violent spiritual pressure suddenly erupted from the distance.
Everyone's hearts jumped into their throats again.
But soon—
A blood-stained figure flew in from afar.
Fourth Division Captain, Unohana Retsu.
Her face was slightly pale.
Her condition was clearly poor.
The earlier spiritual pressure fluctuation was clearly related to her.
But—
Only Unohana returned.
That alone spoke volumes.
Primera Espada, Coyote Starrk…
His chances of survival were extremely low.
...
In the sky, Shimo examined the humanoid seal before him.
Aizen was now completely bound in black chains.
Not even a trace of spiritual pressure leaked out.
The faint violet glow had completely vanished.
"There's no possibility of escape anymore."
Shimo shook his head.
This seal came from timeline modification.
Even for himself—
Breaking it would require enormous spiritual pressure and effort.
However—
Shimo suddenly recalled Aizen's final expression before being sealed.
That eerie calm.
That complete lack of fear.
It was unsettling.
"So… this is Aizen."
Shimo lowered his gaze slightly, then smiled.
"Truly a mysterious person."
He pressed his palm against the chains.
And spoke softly:
"Just as you said…"
"I'm looking forward to our next meeting."
----------------------------------///
Advance Chapters on Patreon!
p(a)treon(.)com/HudaLin
-Remove the parenthesis to access patreon normally
Thanks for the Support!