Bleach: Traveling through Soi-Fong, Starting from Bankai

Another male voice came, no emotion could be heard in the tone, just a calm questioning tone.

Aizen turned his head and looked at the tall and thin man who suddenly appeared beside him, and said:

"It's not polite to eavesdrop on other people's monologues."

"Besides, it's rude to show up so suddenly. Luckily, I sensed your spiritual pressure in advance."

"Aizen Sosuke, what's your name?"

Aizen spoke calmly, not surprised by the sudden appearance of the man beside him.

The man who suddenly appeared was tall and thin, standing in a very relaxed posture, with his semi-long hair casually pulled back, revealing his forehead.

He had his hands in his pockets, his long, pure white trench coat unbuttoned, a shirt underneath, and a holster hanging from his belt.

Aizen could see that the man had a revolver in a holster on his waist and a sawed-off shotgun strapped to his thigh.

The man spoke, his voice as lazy and calm as his posture:

"First, you weren't talking to yourself. Your words were meant to make me appear."

"And I showed up just as you wished, you should say thank you."

"Secondly, as mentioned in the first point, I did not appear suddenly, and I have never hidden my spiritual pressure."

"Koyate Stark."

Aizen smiled with interest:

"It is indeed my fault. I apologize to you."

"Mr. Stark, are you... a Hollow? That's a rare sight."

Stark nodded without denying it, but his tone became a little impatient:

"Listen, Death."

"I don't like playing charades or chatting. Tell me what you want from Bylergan."

"Otherwise, I'll kill you and go find the next person to ask."

He closed his eyes and counted:

"One, two, three, four, five."

Stark opened his eyes again and said:

"There are five of you left. I don't mind asking the others."

Aizen laughed when he heard this:

"Don't be so hasty, Mr. Stark."

"Besides, even if I tell you the truth, you will kill me, right?"

"will not."

To Aizen's surprise, Stark shook his head seriously and answered him:

"I'm tired of worrying about so many things every day. Someone else will take care of you."

"I'm just asking a question."

He didn't pull his hands out of his pockets, but shook them inside, causing his windbreaker to sway as well.

"Look, I didn't even draw my gun."

Aizen's smile faded slightly:

"Ah la la, I'm really being looked down upon."

"Excuse me, Mr. Stark, since you intend to kill me, may I draw my sword?"

"OK."

Stark's answer was unexpected again. He nodded seriously and said:

"During hunting, it is normal for the prey to resist before being killed."

He rolled his eyes, thought for a moment, and looked at Aizen again:

"Your name is... Mr. Aizen, right?"

"Please help yourself."

The corner of Aizen's eye twitched slightly.

It's rare that he feels a little unhappy today.

He drew his Zanpakutō and flipped it over with one hand, with the blade facing downwards:

"Obedience is worse than respect. Please watch carefully, Mr. Stark."

"Ah."

Stark nodded, watching intently.

Seeing this, Aizen chuckled and chanted:

"Break it into pieces, Jing Hua Shui Yue."

The blade of Mirror Flower Water Moon made a "ding" sound, like crystal shattering, turning into star-like water vapor and hail.

In Aizen's eyes, the blade did not disappear.

He let go and let the mirror flower and water moon fall and stick into the sand.

Then he walked a few steps away, looked back at Stark standing with Jinghua Suiyue, and thought:

"This guy is still talking to Mirror Flower and Water Moon."

"It's a Hollow after all, so I can chant it perfectly."

He raised his right hand, aimed at Koyate Stark, and chanted:

"A faint, murky emblem... a crawling steel princess, a clay doll constantly mutilating itself..."

"Ninety of the Broken Path——[Black Coffin]!!"

A black wall-like rectangle suddenly appeared, like an upright black coffin, trapping Koyate Stark tightly!

Under the blessing of Aizen's powerful spiritual pressure, the black coffin seemed like the most cruel torture instrument, with countless shadow blades piercing and cutting inside.

"That's the end of it, Xu."

Aizen looked indifferently at the location where the black coffin exploded and said lightly.

"My name is Koyate Stark."

A man's voice came from the black coffin, and his tone was still as calm as when they first met.

Aizen's pupils trembled.

The tall and thin man raised his foot and stepped out of the range of the [Black Coffin].

Stark was unharmed, his clothes immaculate—even his hands were in his pockets.

He took two steps forward, pulled out one hand, bent down, picked up the Kyoka Suigetsu on the ground, and threw it to Aizen.

"I thought it was polite to use a common name, so I tried very hard to remember your name—Aizen Sosuke."

Stark raised his head, looking somewhat unhappy:

"Since you are so rude, I will speak frankly."

"Is this the end, Death?"

Aizen's expression was somewhat serious as he asked:

"It's amazing, how did you manage to stay unscathed?"

Stark replied:

"Since ancient times, the great hollows in Hueco Mundo have been in constant conflict, and their abilities are all kinds of strange."

"But in the final analysis, the battle between Hollows is a battle of reiatsu."

"Now it seems that the battle between the Hollow and the Shinigami is the same."

Chapter 36 Reiatsu Shell

"I thought you'd already realized that my Reiatsu is far stronger than yours."

"I didn't expect you to not sense it at all."

"Now, it's my turn to show you."

Stark kept his left hand in his pocket, and with his right hand he drew the revolver from his waist and aimed at Aizen:

"You can also see my favorite gun."

"Chase, Lilinette——"

A ball of powerful blood-red spiritual pressure condensed at the muzzle of the revolver!

Aizen wanted to leave, but was shocked to find that he was firmly locked in by the other party's spiritual sense and could not move at all.

"Bye now!"

A blood-red flash of light burst out from the muzzle of the gun, releasing a huge light wave with a radius of three meters, blasting away—

"Om——"

The high-energy reaction brings out deafening sound waves.

After the blood-red flash ended, a molten path dozens of meters long was dragged across the sand dune.

The edges of the path gradually cooled, forming a glassy solid.

"Another one."

Stark blew away the smoke from the muzzle of the gun, not surprised that the attack missed.

Although he locked onto Aizen, Stark also saw that at the moment before the launch, a hat-wearing Shinigami emerged from Aizen's shadow and rescued Aizen.

"Ah, ah, what a terrible flash—"

Kyoraku Shunsui said in an exaggerated and fussy tone.

Then, he glanced back at Aizen and whispered:

"Go deal with Bylergan, leave this to me."

Aizen nodded and disappeared in a flash.

Kyoraku Shunsui turned around, lifted his hat slightly, revealing his funny retro goggles:

"Luckily I have the goggles Captain Soi-Fong gave me, otherwise the flashing light would be too strong and I wouldn't be able to open my eyes."

"Sorry, I'll pay attention next time."

Stark took over and walked over:

"What do you call this god of death that emerged from the shadows?"

His tone was calm, as if he had just borrowed a light from Kyoraku at the airport.

"Nice to meet you. I'm the captain of the 8th Division, the 13th Gotei Squad, Kyoraku Shunsui."

Kyoraku smiled and nodded, signaling to the other party.

"Um, title?"

Stark thought for a moment and replied:

"Hello, I am Koyate Stark, the First Throne, the Tenth King of the Kyon Palace."

"Oh my, you really know something extraordinary."

Kyoraku Shunsui seized the opportunity to argue and extract information:

"So, Hueco Mundo already has its own organization?"

Stark was unwilling to say more, and aimed his gun:

"I saw you sent that Death God to Bylergan."