Help! I am bound to Aizen!

Chapter 312

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Hearing Aizen’s words, Kaelith instantly felt more awake.

Back when he went through Hollowfication, Aizen had recorded part of the process. Even though the camera got destroyed midway by the sheer force of his Reiatsu, the footage from the beginning alone was enough to prove how wild that battle was.

During Hollowfication, Kaelith had displayed an even more terrifying power than usual. Under normal circumstances—sparring people he knew—he’d instinctively hold back rather than going for the kill. Hollowfication changed that mentality. It no longer mattered who you were—male, female, friend, or foe: in that monstrous state, everyone was just potential prey.

And even someone as composed as Aizen couldn’t completely defy that primal urge.

“Heh heh heh heh…”

Kaelith’s grin took on a strange sort of “righteous” quality.

“Finally, I get to see Sōsuke unleashed—fighting like a beast. I’ve waited so long for this day!

“Come on—show me the majesty of a Sōsuke driven by pure instinct!”

Aizen: “…”

At the sight of Kaelith’s eagerness, he experienced a flicker of regret. Maybe the experiment wasn’t such a great idea after all.

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Under the night sky, across the vast silver desert, every top-tier fighter present in Hueco Mundo had gathered.

Last time Kaelith Hollowfied atop Las Noches. The resulting shockwaves half-ruined the fortress, which still wasn’t fully restored. This time, Aizen—being more levelheaded—chose a spot far from Las Noches. Even if the sky collapsed here, all they’d do was kick up a little more sand.

Starrk swallowed hard as he eyed Aizen in the center.

When Kaelith had gone berserk, all of them together had nearly been annihilated. If Aizen were about to do the same, how intense would it be?

His gaze swept the crowd. Other than Kaelith—who looked thrilled—everyone else was tense and grim. The difference from last time was that they were more mentally prepared. Still, recalling the carnage of that previous battle, no one dared get complacent. This “Aizen-centered suppression battle” might be the greatest conflict Hueco Mundo had ever seen.

Before the crowd, Kaelith pulled a glass orb from his pocket and walked over to Aizen.

Aizen frowned slightly. “Be careful. This is—”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s just some fancy rock.”

Kaelith waved a hand dismissively.

“?”

Aizen’s face darkened; he was about to lecture this ignoramus on the importance of the Hōgyoku—but before he could speak, Kaelith pressed it against his head.

“Hōgyoku! Reveal your true power before me and grant this man Hollowfication!”

“Kaelith, I—”

Halfway through the sentence, a massive surge of energy from the Hōgyoku flooded into Aizen’s body, knocking him unconscious.

Seeing Aizen’s upper body droop as though his strings were cut, Kaelith nodded in satisfaction.

From the footage, this was exactly how Hollowfication started. He casually tossed the Hōgyoku aside; Urahara Kisuke, waiting off to the side, hastily jumped to catch it.

Sweating, he clutched the orb in relief.

In all three worlds, probably only Kaelith would toss the Hōgyoku away once he was done using it—like it was nothing. That was the Hōgyoku, after all…just its simplest function was capable of mass-producing the most powerful armies. Who knew what else it could do? Under normal circumstances, anyone would guard it reverentially, only taking it out at critical times. Kaelith alone treated it so casually.

“All units! Prepare for battle!”

Harribel shouted, and the Arrancar swiftly drew their Zanpakutō, ready to fight.

The next moment, everyone watched as Aizen raised his head.

A stark-white mask now covered his face.

“Raaagh!!”

Aizen opened a mouth lined with fangs, letting out a roar that shook the very soul.

Here it comes.

Nelliel’s eyes narrowed.

The Hollowfied Aizen locked onto her, marking her as his first target. She gripped her Zanpakutō, prepared to release…

But before she could act, a figure hurtled in—Kaelith, bounding skyward, twisting his waist and pulling back a fist:

“Triple—Single Ikkotsu!!”

Boom!!

Aizen, who had yet to make any move, took Kaelith’s punch directly to his chest. He was blown back as though an explosive wave had gone off at sea, rolling away and sending dust and sand flying. Kaelith laughed and chased after him in the same direction.

Nelliel: “…”

She stood there, Zanpakutō in hand, thinking I was all set to release. But in the blink of an eye, Aizen and Kaelith had vanished beyond the horizon. Now what?

“Follow them!” Harribel barked, brandishing her weapon. She led the others in pursuit. Sprinting across the desert for a while at top speed, they finally found the pair again.

Aizen stood in a massive crater, roaring incoherently and swinging his Zanpakutō in wide arcs. Kaelith was blinking in and out of sight, weaving around the blade and landing a solid blow whenever he spotted an opening. Each collision deepened the crater, the newly tumbled sand unable to fill up before another shockwave came.

“Graahh!!”

Aizen roared, sweeping his Zanpakutō in a horizontal slash faster than the eye could follow. All that most of the Arrancar could see was a flash of steel—but Kaelith had already turned into shimmering fragments of light, scattering before the blade hit. Aizen’s blow struck only empty air. On his other side, Kaelith coalesced again, landing a whip-like kick to Aizen’s head that sent him bouncing across the desert as though he were skipping stones on water.

Smack!

Tumbling through the sand, Aizen floundered to regain his footing—but before he could, Kaelith swooped in low. A savage grin on his face, Kaelith pulled both arms back like a drawn bow.

“Triple—Double Bones!!”

Boom!!

Aizen’s entire frame, surrounded by a ring of white shockwaves, was driven back into the dunes.

Starrk’s jaw dropped.

“M-Master Aizen is completely overwhelmed—he can’t even fight back?! Is Kaelith truly unstoppable now?”

Urahara Kisuke shook his head.

“In terms of raw Reiatsu, Aizen’s is higher. If Kaelith weren’t here, we’d all be wiped out in under a minute. But once you reach that level, pure spiritual power doesn’t necessarily decide the outcome.”

He watched the insane frenzy of their battle with an odd wistfulness.

“Kaelith is best at yielding control to instinct, fighting however he pleases. In that reckless melee, he can unleash all his strength. On Aizen’s side, though…” He sighed. “Either he relies on pure Reiatsu bullying and can’t be bothered with subtlety, or he fights strategically, constantly analyzing and planning. But this mindless Hollowfication has sealed away that cunning.

All it does is hamper his performance.”

So Kaelith’s getting a huge buff from the primal battle state, while Aizen’s burdened by it. Kisuke felt a wave of relief. The outcome was decided.

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Within an endless mirror of sky and water, it was impossible to tell if one stood on a lake with the sky overhead, or in the sky with a lake above. If someone appreciated such landscapes, they could spend all day simply gazing at it.

Aizen, however, had no such leisure. He held his Zanpakutō and eyed the kimono-clad woman in front of him.

“Kyōka Suigetsu, you can’t defeat me. Hand over the Hollow power.”

She, clutching her own sword, was riddled with cuts and staring furiously at him.

“Aizen Sōsuke… You look down on me that much?”

Aizen shook his head. “You’re my Zanpakutō; we are one and the same. What does ‘looking down’ on or respecting you even mean? As my blade, you should have absolute confidence in yourself. Or do you secretly despise your own capabilities?”

Kyōka Suigetsu gave a cold laugh.

“You figure that, since our spiritual levels are evenly matched, I can’t use illusions on you here. Unfortunately, you guessed wrong. This is the inner world—my domain. You’ve trespassed here—prepare to pay the price!”

“Oh?” Aizen waited to see what his Zanpakutō would do.

Suddenly, her figure vanished.

In her place appeared an image of Aizen himself, bound in black spiritual restraints like a mummy, eyes and ears presumably sealed off as he sat in some punitive throne. Around him, voices roared:

“Aizen Sōsuke! For conspiracy and betrayal against the Seireitei, you are sentenced to Muken for ten thousand years!”

“Seize his Hōgyoku research and all related achievements—turn them over to Central 46’s jurisdiction!”

“Hmph… Tied up like this, he can’t see or hear anything, right? Throw him into Muken! Let him spend ten thousand years as a deaf, blind corpse!”

A group of Shinigami rushed forward, dragging him away, while from the Central 46 stands came mocking recitations of his crimes—from the rebellious era’s murders and experimental “specimen collection” to controlling Hueco Mundo, building power…all of it.

Now it was just fodder for the Central 46 to ridicule him, having subdued him.

Aizen merely shook his head, smiling.

“How dull. This is your attempt to unsettle my mind? You’re failing in your role as my Zanpakutō if this is all you’ve got.

“Firstly, this is a scenario I’ve always considered possible. If I truly ended up like that, it’d mean I’d lost—so what?

“Secondly…”

He chuckled.

“Though I don’t like to admit it, as long as that person is around, I can’t possibly be thrown away as a prisoner of the mere Central 46. This trivial illusion only drags down your own dignity.”

At his words, the hallucination dissolved back into empty air. Replacing it was a figure wearing the Eleventh Division haori, an unhinged grin on his face—Kaelith, pointing his Zanpakutō at Aizen:

“Sorry, Sōsuke. Everything was just a lie. Friendship, trust—those were only the means to use you. If I hadn’t pretended, you’d never have obediently helped me conquer Hueco Mundo and willingly shared your power with me. Now…you’re no longer needed. There can’t be two kings under the same sky. Time for you to exit!”

Looking at this version of Kaelith, Aizen gave a helpless sigh, raising a hand to his forehead.

“If you wanted to use that buffoon to break my spirit, you should’ve at least made him say something wholly out of character. Attempting normal logic in his mouth is ridiculous. Not only won’t it shake me, it’s so out-of-place that it breaks immersion.”

In response, that Kaelith also vanished. Aizen, slightly amused, put away his sword, crossing his arms the way he’d seen Kaelith do, waiting to see what else Kyōka Suigetsu might show him.

Far in the distance, another Aizen manifested on the lake’s surface, covered in scorched cuts, wearing a tattered Shihakushō. Among the burns and slash marks, it was clear he’d fought with fire. Opposite him stood two silhouettes: Genryūsai Yamamoto—his flames raging, upper robes cast aside in a battle frenzy—and a bald monk, his facial features blurred, presumably referencing Royal Guard leader Ichibe Hyosube, drawn from secondhand info Kaelith had given.

Aizen shook his head again. Pointless.  

Was this to remind him that he wasn’t strong enough against Yamamoto and the Monk? He already knew that.

He moved to make a mocking remark, only to see that “Yamamoto” and “the monk” leaped in unison, their killing intent thunderous, ready to wipe him out. But just then, a figure blocked their path: Kaelith. With a ferocious grin, he raised his Zanpakutō to face them.

At the sight of that blade, Aizen’s face at last changed. He inhaled sharply.

“Kyōka Suigetsu…you wretch!”

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