Chapter 639 - 639 Who Is Crying?

Aizen looked at Gin on the nearby street corner and said: "I win, Gin. Whether the Hogyoku you stole is inside my body or not... it belongs to me!"

Having said that, Aizen blinked gently. A light flashed in his left eye. At the same moment, the Hogyoku tightly grasped in Gin's hand seemed to sense it. It suddenly shone brightly, erupting with a powerful force, trying to break free from Gin's grasp.

Gin couldn't help but exclaim in shock: "Wha... what..."

Then the Hogyoku's power increased again, completely breaking free from Gin's hand and flying towards where Aizen was.

At the same time...

Whoosh!

Aizen, standing proudly in the void, suddenly turned into photons and dissipated in the air. Then, in the next instant, countless photons suddenly appeared behind Gin, reassembling into Aizen's form. His speed was almost like teleportation.

And at that moment, the Hogyoku appropriately flew into Aizen's chest, once again merging with him.

Gin seemed to sense Aizen behind him and slowly turned around.

Whoosh!

The moment Gin turned around, a flash of blade light suddenly bloomed from Aizen's hand, striking Gin.

Sclick!

Blood splattered. A poignantly beautiful spray of blood bloomed on Gin's body.

Then Gin's body began to fall backward weakly and slowly. But as if unwilling to die just like that, Gin instinctively reached out towards the Hogyoku embedded in Aizen's chest, as if trying to take it from him again.

But just as Gin's hand was about to touch the Hogyoku, Aizen swung his Zanpakuto again.

Sclick!

Aizen cut off Gin's arm with one slash, then thrust his sword through Gin's heart.

Gin was not Aizen. A pierced heart was a fatal wound for him.

"Evolution is often accompanied by fear... especially the fear that if you continue to maintain the status quo, you will be annihilated..."

"Thank you, Gin. Thanks to you, I have finally become an existence surpassing Shinigami and Hollow. This is something I couldn't achieve even in my battle with Toshiro-kun. I didn't expect to succeed with your help in the end. I am truly very surprised. So, to express my gratitude, I will see you off with my own hands," Aizen said with a smile.

Having said that, Aizen withdrew his Zanpakuto, which had pierced through Gin's body.

Stab—!

Blood gushed out like a spring. Gin's body staggered, then sat down heavily on the ground, leaning against a bluestone slab. His eyes were vacant, his pupils dilated, as if he were about to die.

But Aizen turned and walked away, not giving Gin another glance.

"Well then... next, should I directly invade Soul Society to create the Oken and attack the Soul King Palace, or... go kill Toshiro-kun first?" Aizen walked onto the street, looking at where Toshiro was in the distance, somewhat hesitant.

The real Karakura Town had been transferred to Soul Society. If Aizen chose to create the Oken first, he would have to invade Soul Society.

If he chose to kill Toshiro first, he would have to get through Unohana, who would desperately obstruct him.

Originally, Aizen was determined to kill Toshiro. But now, Aizen hesitated for a moment.

Because Aizen felt that he had now completely broken the Shinigami limit and evolved to a higher level.

Even if Toshiro recovered from his injuries and returned, he could no longer be his match and would not pose any obstacle.

So at this moment, Aizen hesitated for an instant about whether to kill Toshiro first to eliminate future trouble, or to complete his plan first.

'If tomorrow you turn into a snake and begin to devour people, still saying you love me with that devouring mouth, can I still say I love you like today?'

Severely injured and about to die, deep memories began to surface in Gin's mind like a revolving lantern.

Finally, the scene of the two parting in Rukongai as children appeared before Gin's eyes again. He remembered it was a snowy winter...

"Gin! Where are you going, Gin? Aren't those Shinigami clothes? Where did you get them?"

"I've decided. I... want to become a Shinigami..."

"...Become a Shinigami... and change things... so that Rangiku no longer... cries."

"!"

A piercing cry suddenly rang out, interrupting Gin, who was lost in recollection, and also interrupting the hesitating Aizen.

Rangiku's figure suddenly descended from the sky, like a poignantly beautiful butterfly, falling towards where Gin was.

"Rangiku..."

Hearing that familiar voice, Gin looked up with some effort at Rangiku descending from the sky.

'I'm sorry... Rangiku... In the end... I still couldn't take back what you lost...'

'Ah, really... I really am useless... But...'

'Luckily... I apologized to you beforehand...'

Then, Gin completely closed his eyes.

Perhaps because he was somewhat happy to see Rangiku one last time, Gin had a smile on his face as he passed away peacefully.

"Gin!!!"

Rangiku landed beside Gin. Sensing that Gin had lost his vitality, she looked up to the sky and screamed, bursting into tears.

"Sob, sob, sob... Please wake up! Gin!!!"

Rangiku wept like rain. Drops of tears fell on Gin's face. But Gin could no longer wake up to comfort the crying Rangiku.

Aizen not far away watched this touching scene with an inscrutable expression. Finally, seeming moved, he raised his Zanpakuto and slowly walked towards where Gin and Rangiku were.

"Gin, since you two love each other so much... then, to thank you for helping me break the Shinigami limit earlier, I will take the trouble to kill Matsumoto Rangiku and send her to you, so that you two can be together forever..." Aizen said with a compassionate expression.

"..."

'Who... who is crying?'

In a daze, in a stupor, Toshiro seemed to hear a voice crying.

'This crying voice... seems to be Rangiku's...'

'But... what's wrong with Rangiku? Why is she crying? Didn't I leave her in Hueco Mundo?'

'Hueco Mundo? That's right! I left Rangiku in Hueco Mundo and came to the Living World to fight Aizen! And the result of the battle was... I lost?!'

'Yes, I lost. Then I fell unconscious...'

'But... how is everyone doing now? No! I can't keep sleeping!! I have to wake up and protect everyone!!'

Thinking this, Toshiro exerted every effort to struggle, trying to drive away the drowsiness in his mind.

"Ah—!"

Toshiro suddenly opened his eyes. Then he looked around, taking in his surroundings. The sky was dim, and countless snowflakes fell in a disorderly manner.

Looking into the distance, below was an endless ice plain. He was at the top of an ice mountain, sitting in Hyorinmaru's embrace.