"Rise and come over here," the person behind the screen said, their deep voice slightly weakened, yet still commanding authority.
Hearing this, Aizen straightened his back and, without hesitation, lifted the beaded curtain and walked in. He moved around the screen to see a large ebony desk, on which sat the Four Treasures of the Study, antiques, and an official seal.
A sturdy, burly figure stood by the pearwood armchair in front of the desk, facing away from Aizen as he placed a book into the bookshelf behind him. Just his robust, solid back alone exuded a certain pressure.
"You were promoted to a Black-Clothed Disciple only half a month ago?"
This burly, sturdy Elder Mustang turned around, his hair silver but his eyes sharp, like a tiger watching its prey, his gaze firmly fixed on Aizen.
This question hit the mark.
