Clang!
A sharp, fierce sword strike, as aggressive as a wild wolf, ultimately failed to even touch Aizen's clothes. Although Leo managed to keep hold of his sword, his hand had gone numb, and the web between his thumb and forefinger was torn.
The force that Aizen had suddenly unleashed was overwhelming, terrifyingly immense.
In the instant that his unexpected sword strike failed to pierce Aizen's body, and when Aizen's powerful inner strength erupted, Leo realized that he had severely underestimated his opponent.
He wanted to retreat! He needed to retreat! But there was nowhere to retreat to.
He was like a moth caught in a spider's web, only able to wait helplessly as death approached.
From the moment Aizen had left the city, Leo had eagerly set his own trap. And from the moment Aizen drew his sword, Leo had unwittingly ensnared himself.
