"Candle Dragon: Dustless Blade."
Aizen's breath caught.
Thousands of wind shackles materialized across his body. Every joint locked down completely.
He tried breaking free with spiritual pressure.
Each layer he shattered spawned hundreds more.
What the—?!
The wind currents forced his arms apart. Pulled him into a crucified position.
He bit down. Stared at Shigure.
Shigure's face remained blank. His voice flat:
"Dustless Blade is Candle Dragon's ultimate wind technique."
"Once bound, the Prison-Face Space compresses my spiritual pressure with the blade's wind pressure. Mixing them to the extreme."
"Creating a storm-wrapped blade. Perfect vacuum inside."
"The compressed spiritual pressure density is..."
Shigure met his eyes.
"One million times normal."
?!!
Aizen's heart stopped.
Pupils contracted to pinpoints. Breathing ceased. He froze completely.
Shigure pressed his palm against the wind wall.
Annihilation Reiatsu seeped out. Fused with it.
He looked up at the suspended Aizen.
"I'm telling you so you understand."
"Dustless Blade will completely shatter your soul."
"This should be the last time you feel my spiritual pressure."
"...?!!"
Annihilation Reiatsu surged into the wind wall.
A transparent blade materialized in front of Aizen.
Storm currents churned around it. Whipped his hair wildly.
Inside? Completely still. Like an independent space.
The surrounding currents grew violent. Transformed into piercing shrieks.
Blood trickled from Aizen's ears. Eardrums ruptured.
The shrieking faded rapidly. Then went silent.
The Hōgyoku restored his hearing.
Shigure's cold voice reached him:
"It's complete."
The Dustless Blade began moving forward. Slowly. Horizontally.
Tip pointed at Aizen's chest.
Despite the slow movement, airflow from the tip already pierced his chest cavity.
Splurt!!
Blood sprayed from his back.
The blade vanished. Reappeared inside the hole in his chest!!
Compressed Annihilation Reiatsu erupted inside his body.
His soul shattered instantly.
BOOM!!
Purple-black spiritual pressure surged out. White pressure swallowed it whole.
Aizen's body vanished. Didn't even become particles.
Only the Hōgyoku remained floating.
And wind.
Urahara in the distance. Gin nearby. Everyone watching from afar. All frozen.
One thought remained:
Is it finally over?
The storm sounds cut off. Silence fell.
Shigure dispersed the wind wall. Moved to retrieve the Hōgyoku.
He stopped.
Through his Resonance Eyes, spiritual particles gathered weakly around the Hōgyoku again.
His eyes narrowed.
"Even destroying his soul instantly can't kill him...?"
"Looks like I need the second plan."
The Hōgyoku burst with purple-white light. Exploded outward violently.
BOOM!!
The light turned the clouds pale purple.
A white figure condensed around the Hōgyoku. Re-forming.
Everyone's faces darkened.
That spiritual pressure... Aizen!
Even with his soul scattered, he revived...?!
How?!
The purple light faded.
A white figure knelt before Shigure.
He stood slowly. Butterfly wings spread from his back. Spiritual pressure retracted into his body.
Still facing away. His words drifted over:
"...The moment that blade destroyed my soul, I realized something."
"Fear is necessary for evolution."
"And that emotion has now vanished from my soul."
He turned around. Met Shigure's gaze.
Eyes cold and profound. Ancient.
He raised his hand. Kyōka Suigetsu flew up from the ground. Returned to his palm.
Purple light flashed. The hilt fused with his hand.
A faint smile appeared.
"Thank you, Segawa."
"Thanks to your blade, I can finally skip the tedious steps and directly become—"
"An existence beyond Soul Reaper and Hollow."
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