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Aaron looked calmly at Aizen, who hovered in the sky, and began to mobilize the four distinct energies within his body.
Streams of colored light—each representing a different power—poured out from him, resonating with the Heart-Guarding Mirror, an artifact he had cultivated from the remains of a former Hungarian Devourer.
A layer of bone-like armor formed around his entire body, and a pair of skeletal wings unfurled from his back.
Blue Reishi surged into the slowly flapping wings, and a glowing pentagram-shaped barrier appeared above his head, radiating intense golden light.
Aizen, still mid-transformation and gripping his Zanpakutō, dove from the sky with a thunderous roar.
BOOM—
The first clash sent a shockwave rippling outward, leveling buildings and creating a storm of dust.
A white figure blasted through the smoke—who else but Aizen?
While inwardly surprised by the strange nature of Aaron's powers, he quickly stabilized himself mid-air, gathering spiritual pressure in preparation for another assault.
A flash of violet flickered in Aizen's eyes as he attempted to analyze Aaron's position on the ground—only to find him gone.
He whirled around, reacting just in time—
—Crash!
A massive fist, wreathed in four-colored streamers, struck him head-on.
The white spiritual mask covering Aizen's head shattered instantly, dissolving into a cloud of Reiryoku.
Though uninjured, Aizen changed tactics. His body became a streak of white lightning, zigzagging through the sky.
His spiritual pressure surged again, and he eyed Aaron warily—prepared for instantaneous movement.
Aaron, however, didn't let up. Capitalizing on his momentum, he appeared repeatedly around Aizen from every angle.
The multicolored streams danced like a storm, flickering against Aizen's form. In just a few exchanges, several strikes connected.
Though Aizen was on the defensive, the violet glow around him only intensified.
The more he absorbed the power of the Hōgyoku, the more his Reiatsu transformed. His spiritual cloak whipped in the wind like a tattered robe, alive with power.
"HRAAHH—!"
With a guttural roar, Aizen entered his third fusion form.
The overwhelming energy bursting from him triggered violent gusts, but he perceived Aaron's next attack and reacted instantly.
He swung his Zanpakutō with precision—successfully intercepting the blow.
What he didn't expect was for Aaron to transition mid-strike, turning the punch into a palm that seized Aizen's blade.
The four-colored streamers surged like electric current, pouring through the Zanpakutō and into Aizen's body with devastating force.
As the energy coursed through him, a net of blue Reishi snapped into place, binding him.
A spatial rift tore open behind Aizen—and Aaron's next punch launched him directly into it.
After a blinding flash, Aizen realized he had entered an entirely separate dimension.
White Reiatsu swirled around him, and the blue net that had bound him shattered instantly under his increasing power.
Aaron had deliberately drawn him into the shadow world of Karakura Town—a place where their clash wouldn't endanger others.
Elsewhere, life-and-death battles were already underway.
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At that moment, Aizen released another furious roar. His body began undergoing grotesque changes.
An eye-shaped fissure opened on his forehead, and his eyebrows vanished. Three pairs of enormous white wings—resembling those of a butterfly—fluttered slowly behind him, exuding explosive Reiatsu.
In the center of his chest, his Hōgyoku glowed like a violet gemstone embedded in his flesh.
Aaron observed with interest, until a flash of lavender appeared behind him.
"Hmm?"
Turning his head, he met Aizen's furious gaze, now bathed in violet light.
"Die!" Aizen bellowed.
BOOM!
Aaron was sent flying backward, four-colored streams spiraling in his wake.
Aizen, consumed by madness, unleashed a barrage of frenzied strikes, each empowered by overwhelming Reiatsu.
Blasts of multicolored light rained down on Aaron from all directions, each impact accompanied by earth-shattering explosions.
"This is the power of the Hōgyoku! Perish! Perish!"
Aizen screamed, driven to fury by Aaron's relentless attacks.
"This is the power you're so proud of?" came a calm voice from above.
Aaron floated overhead, looking down on Aizen with disdain.
"No... Impossible! I hit you! Was it an illusion?!"
Aizen stared in disbelief, his face contorting.
He became violet light once more and struck at Aaron's back—only to pass through an afterimage.
"What!? How can an illusion carry your spiritual signature?!" he snarled.
Aaron, unfazed, replied, "It's not an illusion. I simply left behind a physicalized trace of my Reiatsu."
"No! That's impossible! You're lying—Reiatsu can't take form like that!"
Aizen's voice cracked—his reality fracturing.
Aaron shook his head, eyes still on Aizen. "That white robe you wear? It's also the result of your Reiatsu. Your energy is strong enough to manifest form. But despite wielding the Hōgyoku, you can't even control it. What a shame."
Aizen was stunned. The realization struck a nerve he never knew he had.
All his years of planning, all the power he had seized—yet in this moment, he wavered.
He stared at Aaron, calm and distant, then clenched his fists, summoning what remained of his Hōgyoku-enhanced power.
"You... You deceived me! I'll show you what the Hōgyoku is truly capable of! You'll regret this—AHHHHH!"
Aizen roared again, fully unleashing the Hōgyoku's might.
Aaron watched quietly, like a breeze passing through clouds—unmoved by Aizen's transformation.
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