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Soul Society, Great Spirit Library.
Aizen stood solemnly before a massive, glowing touchscreen interface, his expression unreadable. His fingers moved methodically across the surface, occasionally pausing as he pondered the information before him.
As he was about to turn a page, a particular file caught his eye. His expression flickered with a brief hint of surprise.
After carefully reviewing the document, he nodded slightly, a knowing smile forming on his lips.
Still, he did not halt his actions. Instead, he continued his search, following the trail of clues that aligned with his own deductions.
More than an hour passed before Aizen finally deactivated the device. A shadowy figure—one seemingly drawn from the depths of a long-forgotten memory—slowly took shape in his mind.
"Zaraki District... A thousand years ago? The corpse of the Quincy King?"
Aizen muttered to himself, a trace of curiosity lacing his voice.
Hueco Mundo, Las Noches.
Having just concluded a negotiation, Aizen returned to the grand halls of Las Noches.
"Lord Aizen!" A cheerful voice rang out, reaching his ears.
It belonged to Kūkaku, the small Arrancar who had fascinated many with his peculiar presence.
With an innocent grin, he bounded toward Aizen, who had just emerged from a Garganta.
"Lord Aizen, they won't play with me! I'm so bored!" Kūkaku pouted, tugging at Aizen's sleeve.
Aizen gently placed a hand on Kūkaku's head, offering a calm smile. "Be patient. Something entertaining is about to unfold soon."
"Lord Aizen, you better not be lying to me, or I'll be mad!" The childlike Arrancar clung to the hem of Aizen's white haori, sulking playfully.
"It won't take long. Go to the Forest of the Menos for now—I still have matters to attend to." A sly glint flickered in Aizen's eyes as he spoke.
He watched as the small figure disappeared into the distance before turning toward his throne.
A Reishi-Laden Dimension.
Jugram Haschwalth observed the two figures before him—Eibong and Friegan—his mind still reeling from the revelation Aizen had just shared.
The great progenitor of the Quincy—the revered King, Yhwach—had, in truth, perished a thousand years ago.
According to Aizen's theory, Yhwach's demise was linked to a man named Aaron from Zaraki District in Soul Society.
Though Aizen had presented this as speculation, Haschwalth had sensed absolute certainty in his tone.
A thousand years ago, the twenty-five Sternritter, blessed by Yhwach, had all believed in his inevitable return.
Yet, as centuries passed, dissent began to stir among their ranks.
The prolonged wait eroded the once-unyielding faith of the Sternritter, and the glory of the Wandenreich waned.
Still, even in the face of doubt, their descendants clung to the belief that the King would one day return.
However, after his discussion with Aizen, Haschwalth found himself viewing those centuries of anticipation as little more than an illusion.
At this moment, a singular thought consumed his mind—whether Aizen's words were truth or deception, he would find this man named Aaron.
Only he might hold the key to the secrets buried in history.
Haschwalth turned his gaze toward the two figures beside him, both awaiting his command.
Aizen had bestowed upon him a gift—Eibong and Friegan, beings who possessed both Quincy and Arrancar abilities.
As Haschwalth contemplated Aizen's words and the peculiar Zanpakutō wielded by Aaron, a nearly flawless plan took form in his mind.
"Eibong, Friegan, I have a mission for you."
As he spoke, he conjured two palm-sized, glowing blue gems in his hands.
Eibong and Friegan glanced at the gems, a flicker of doubt in their eyes.
"I will explain their purpose to you..." Haschwalth's voice grew serious as he began his instructions.
The Next Afternoon.
After finishing his work for the day, Aaron left the academy, making his way toward his usual pub.
At that moment, two familiar figures appeared at a nearby intersection—Shihōin Yoruichi and Inoue Orihime.
"Teacher~~~!" Orihime called out, standing on tiptoe as she waved enthusiastically.
Yoruichi, standing beside her, tugged at Orihime's sleeve before the two of them hurried toward Aaron.
"Oh, it's Yoruichi and Orihime, haha," Aaron greeted them with a smile, though a flicker of uncertainty crossed his mind.
"Teacher, didn't you promise to go shopping with us the other day?" Yoruichi asked teasingly, a faint hint of reproach in her voice.
"Yeah, yeah! I didn't expect you'd actually agree to hang out with us!" Orihime beamed as she clung to Yoruichi's arm, her excitement evident.
Aaron was momentarily confused, only recalling after a moment that Yoruichi had mentioned something about this during a dinner with Urahara and the others.
However, if his memory served him correctly, he had never explicitly agreed.
With a helpless chuckle, he decided not to contradict them and simply followed their lead toward the bustling shopping district.
While he mulled over when he would next make contact with the Sternritter, a soft sensation against his right arm caught his attention.
Glancing down, he found Orihime clinging to his arm, gently urging, "Teacher, hurry up! You're falling behind."
Yoruichi, having taken note of the scene, let out a small huff before stepping up to Aaron's left side. Not to be outdone, she latched onto his other arm with a smirk.
For a moment, Aaron considered saying something, but he hesitated.
After all, what could he possibly say? That his battle-hardened arms were somehow hazardous to them?
"Teacher, no fighting today—let's go watch a movie instead." Yoruichi leaned in slightly, whispering in his ear.
Aaron: "???"
A Few Hours Later – Late at Night.
Under the pale glow of the moon, Aaron, Yoruichi, and Orihime strolled leisurely down a quiet path.
For some reason, Yoruichi and Orihime seemed unusually subdued, a stark contrast to their earlier playfulness.
Aaron did not press them for answers, walking slightly ahead as his thoughts returned to the Sternritter.
Suddenly, Yoruichi gritted her teeth and, using Shunpo, appeared at his side as if she had something to say.
Aaron turned to her with a relaxed smile but remained focused on his own plans.
Seeing his expression, Yoruichi hesitated, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks.
Behind them, Orihime lowered her head, lost in thought.
At that precise moment, a crimson arrow of reishi tore through the air, streaking toward Orihime's back with lethal speed.
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