The night was breathless, painted in silver mist and the faint echo of the dead.
Aizen walked through the shattered ruins of the forgotten village, his every step stirring dust and memory.
The wind whispered, and he could feel it — something powerful, awake, and watching.
A voice emerged from the dark, calm yet heavy with scorn.
"So the last Wagaharuchi still crawls among the living."
Aizen stopped. His hand drifted toward his sword, his gaze steady.
From between the broken houses, a figure stepped into the moonlight — silver hair glinting, eyes gleaming with divine electricity.
Lightning danced around his body like a living aura.
Kenzo of the Bakuretsu-kai — The Fifth Pillar.
And bearer of the Raimeigan — the Eye of the Thunder Deity.
"You must be Aizen," Kenzo said, voice sharp as static. "Daigo-sama has heard of you. He called you a ghost that doesn't know when to stay buried."
Aizen's expression didn't waver.Daigo? Who are you? What are you?. So even a being like u has a master."
Kenzo smirked faintly. "Master? No. Daigo-sama is a storm that commands gods. I'm merely his messenger."
He raised his arm slightly, lightning crackling in his palm. "And I'm here to erase you — by his command."
Aizen's eyes hardened. "Then you'd better pray your god is watching."
The air convulsed.
Kenzo moved first.
A burst of lightning erupted beneath his feet — he was gone from sight. Aizen's instincts screamed; he twisted left, drawing his blade, but too late.
Kenzo's heel slammed into his ribs, launching him through the air.
Aizen crashed into a half-buried wall, coughing blood, the world ringing in his ears.
Before he could stand, Kenzo was already in front of him, his Raimeigan pulsing like a divine beacon.
"You're too slow, Aizen. The Raimeigan reads every motion — your muscles, your breath, even your fear."
Aizen swung his sword upward, sparks bursting from impact as their weapons clashed. The sound of thunder split the silence.
Kenzo grinned, pressing forward, overwhelming him with speed. His movements were animalistic — savage, unpredictable. Each strike carried lightning's wrath.
Aizen barely blocked, Chi flaring desperately around his arms. His sword vibrated violently, cracks forming along its edge.
Kenzo tilted his head, eyes glowing brighter.
"You think your Wind Art can save you?"
He disappeared again — the air split with a sonic crack. Aizen spun, invoking his art.
"Wind Art: Shinsoku no Haze!"
His body blurred into motion, a stream of air and afterimage — but Kenzo was already there, Raimeigan blazing.
"Raijin Sight — Divine surge'.
Kenzo's eye released a catastrophic blast that strucks Aizen's chest before he even fully appeared, lightning discharging point-blank.
Aizen screamed — his body convulsed as the blast threw him across the battlefield.
Smoke rose from his skin, the ground around him blackened.
Kenzo approached slowly, lightning crawling up his arm.
"Daigo-sama told me to make this quick," he said coldly. "He doesn't like wasting thunder on insects."
Aizen forced himself to stand, trembling, blood dripping down his jaw.
"Tell your master… the Wagaharuchi don't kneel."
Kenzo's expression darkened. "Then die standing."
He raised his hand, energy forming a massive orb of roaring light — thunder screaming inside it.
"Raimeigan Art: Deicide Bolt!"
The heavens themselves seemed to split as the blast struck.
A blinding flash consumed everything. The sound was beyond thunder — it was judgment.
When the light faded, Aizen lay broken among the ruins, smoke rising from his scorched armor, breath shallow.
Kenzo looked down at him silently for a moment… then exhaled, his tone softening.
"Still alive…? You're stubborn."
He crouched and lifted Aizen over his shoulder, lightning still humming faintly through his veins.
"Daigo-sama will want to see what kind of monster refuses to die."
Aizen's head hung low, eyes half-open, blood trickling down his lips. His voice was barely a whisper… but it carried.
"Convergence…"
Kenzo froze. For just a moment, the air thickened — the wind twisted unnaturally around Aizen's limp body.
Then silence returned.
Kenzo turned his eyes toward the distant horizon.
"Whatever that was… Daigo will decide what to do with you."
He stepped into the mist, carrying Aizen into the storm.
And in the ruins behind them… the ground began to hum