"Isn't that right?"
"Kisuke Urahara…"
As these words fell, the gaze of Hōgyoku-fused Aizen in the video shifted, now unmistakably fixed upon Urahara.
That single action—
Instantly plunged Las Noches into dead silence.
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"What?! Did I hear that right?"
"Did he just say… Kisuke Urahara?"
"Wait… you mean that fisherman-hat guy really is Kisuke Urahara?!"
The Arrancar army collectively froze.
The fact that Hōgyoku-fused Aizen had addressed him directly confirmed it beyond a doubt.
Just a minute ago—
The man they had all been mocking—
Was actually the real Kisuke Urahara!
"No! Something's definitely wrong!"
Nnoitra gritted his teeth, seething with frustration.
"If that guy is Kisuke Urahara, then who the hell is this Mysterious Man?!"
His mind instinctively rejected the truth.
From the very beginning—
That shopkeeper had done nothing impressive enough to convince anyone of his strength.
How could he possibly be ranked among the top fifteen?
"Yeah! This has to be a mistake!"
Taking the opportunity to recover from his earlier humiliation, Yammy Llargo bellowed angrily,
"That pathetic Shinigami? There's no way he's stronger than me!"
Grimmjow scoffed.
Szayelaporro Granz sneered.
Even Ulquiorra Cifer frowned slightly.
It was clear—
Even with the truth right in front of them, the Espada still refused to acknowledge Urahara's strength.
They believed the rankings were highly questionable.
To them, the shopkeeper had no business being on that list!
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"Hold on…"
In a dimly lit corner, Coyote Starrk, for once, shed his usual lethargy.
Instead, he raised a different question,
"Hmm… putting that aside, don't you think the Mysterious Man's voice sounds… familiar?"
These words—
Landed like a shockwave in everyone's minds.
For a long moment—
The Arrancar collectively widened their eyes.
A strange sense of déjà vu hit them all at once.
"Now that you mention it… I have definitely heard that voice somewhere before!"
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Beneath soft pink hair, Szayelaporro adjusted his glasses-shaped mask and furrowed his brows in deep thought, desperately trying to dig up a memory from his vast mental archives.
But it was no use—
A butterfly does not recognize its own cocoon.
Due to the profound transformation that came with Hōgyoku fusion, Aizen had undergone a complete metamorphosis—
His entire body, appearance, and even voice had drastically changed.
And so, even someone as intelligent as Szayelaporro—
Did not immediately link the Mysterious Man to Aizen himself.
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As the eerie tension in Las Noches continued to build,
The video took a dramatic turn—
Urahara, Isshin, and Yoruichi launched their counterattack!
"Bakudō #61: Rikujōkōrō!"
"Bakudō #62: Hyapporankan!"
"Bakudō #63: Sajō Sabaku!"
Three high-level Bakudō incantations, chanted without incantation—
Instantly binding Hōgyoku-fused Aizen into a cocoon of restraint!
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With everything set in motion,
Urahara tilted the brim of his hat downward, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips.
"It seems that ever since your so-called evolution began… you've grown rather arrogant, haven't you?"
"And what of it?"
Aizen's voice remained cold and indifferent.
He neither drew his blade nor attempted to resist.
He simply stood in midair, completely unbothered by the restraints binding his form.
"Do you honestly believe that such low-level Kidō can restrict me?"
"Heh…"
A dry chuckle escaped Urahara's lips.
Then—
His gaze sharpened in an instant.
"Who said the Kidō was meant to restrict you?"
Under the watchful eyes of the entire Arrancar army—
Urahara's smirk faded.
His eyes gleamed with piercing intensity.
Then—
BOOM!!!
A massive surge of spiritual pressure erupted from his body!
Like an unleashed tidal wave, it cascaded downward, sweeping through the place!
Rippling out in waves of blue energy, it carved swirling air currents into the stone floor beneath him!
At that moment—
The energy overflowed from the screen itself, spreading into every corner of Las Noches!
"What… unbelievable spiritual pressure!"
"Maybe he actually is strong after all!"
Feeling the sheer force of his spiritual pressure,
The Espada found themselves momentarily shaken.
For the first time—
The look of mockery in their eyes faded ever so slightly.
And yet—
It was still not enough to convince them.
"He must have something bigger planned."
With an unblinking gaze, Ulquiorra stared at the screen.
His instincts whispered to him—
This was only the beginning.
Urahara was about to unleash his true power.
And just as this thought surfaced—
As if answering that very suspicion—
Urahara raised his hand.
With all of his spiritual pressure fully unleashed, his voice rang out—
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"Limit of the thousands hands, respectful hands, unable to touch the darkness. Shooting hands unable to reflect the blue sky. The road that basks in light, the wind that ignited the embers, time that gathers when both are together, there is no need to be hesitant, obey my orders. Light bullets, eight bodies, nine items, book of heaven, diseased treasure, great wheel, grey fortress tower. Aim far away, scatter brightly and cleanly when fired."
"Hadō #91: Senju Kōten Taihō!!!"
That was—
A fully incanted Hadō #91!
A spell so powerful—
It would shatter all doubt!