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With the death of the Arrancar, a system prompt echoed in Aaron's mind.
"Ding! A sealed box has been detected around the host. Would the host like to open it?"
Aaron smiled, glanced at Kuchiki Kōga and Muramasa beside him, and responded internally, "Open it."
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 20,000 Reiatsu!"
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for acquiring the power of an Arrancar!"
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for unlocking Hierro!"
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining a unique ring!"
As the system notifications ceased, an unfamiliar yet potent force surged through Aaron's body.
"The power of an Arrancar?" Aaron muttered to himself, a trace of doubt flickering in his mind.
Despite his uncertainty, he continued walking toward his residence, with Kuchiki Kōga following closely behind.
At that moment, two figures in the distance caught their attention.
A middle-aged man dressed in casual clothes stood next to a teenager with orange hair. The two were deep in conversation.
Kurosaki Isshin had arrived after sensing an unfamiliar Reiatsu unlike any he had encountered before. When he felt Ichigo was in danger, he didn't hesitate to assume his Shinigami form, preparing to eliminate the mysterious Hollow.
However, just moments ago, with an inexplicable surge of Reiatsu, the Hollow pursuing Ichigo was suddenly annihilated.
Isshin turned to Ichigo, who looked visibly shaken, and shared his observations.
"When did you realize I wasn't Ichigo?" the soul possessing Ichigo's body asked in confusion.
"From the very beginning, I knew you weren't my son."
Isshin smirked knowingly. "Think back to when we visited the cemetery. Do you remember me ever calling you Ichigo?"
While they continued their conversation, a powerful energy fluctuation radiated from a short distance away.
Only then did Isshin and the soul-possessed Ichigo notice three figures standing nearby.
Turning his head cautiously, Isshin's gaze landed on a familiar face, sending a shock through his system.
Memories flooded his mind—the fateful battle against the Hollow, his encounter with Aizen, the moment his wife, Kurosaki Masaki, sacrificed herself to protect their son.
The past, buried for over twenty years, replayed like a slideshow in his mind.
Back then, he was still known as Shiba Isshin.
"You… you are—"
Isshin's voice trembled as he stared at the approaching figure, his heart pounding.
At that moment, a man in a white T-shirt and blue apron stepped forward with an indifferent expression, his tone cold and commanding. "What kind of attitude is that, Muramasa?"
Kuchiki Kōga, standing beside Aaron, narrowed his eyes at the middle-aged Shinigami before him. His gaze burned with killing intent as old memories resurfaced.
Not only was this man a Shinigami, but he had the audacity to look at his teacher with such an unreadable expression. Kōga could not tolerate it.
Just as he prepared to signal Muramasa to attack, a firm yet gentle hand rested on his shoulder.
Aaron gave Kōga a helpless smile, patting him reassuringly. "Kōga, it's fine."
Realizing he had let his emotions take over, Kōga quickly bowed in apology to Aaron.
"Are you… Senior?!"
Recognizing Aaron, Isshin quickly approached, his face filled with excitement.
"It's been a long time," Aaron said softly, offering a faint smile.
"Senior, I never expected to meet you in a place like this! If you have time, would you be willing to visit my home?" Isshin asked sincerely, bowing slightly.
"No, it's getting late. I should head back and rest," Aaron declined politely.
Despite wanting to continue the conversation, Isshin hesitated when he glanced at Kōga and Muramasa. In the end, he could only watch them leave with a wry smile.
The soul inhabiting Ichigo's body observed the scene with a bewildered expression. However, he could clearly sense an overwhelming danger emanating from the man in the white T-shirt and the one clad in a white robe beside him.
Before long, Aaron and his companions vanished into the night.
"Uncle, who was that?" the soul asked curiously, stepping closer to Isshin.
Isshin sighed deeply before replying, "That man… is terrifying."
He then glanced in the direction where Aaron had disappeared, his eyes filled with apprehension.
"And those two beside him… one is a Shinigami, and the other is his Zanpakutō spirit."
After parting ways with Kuchiki Kōga, who insisted on following him, Aaron ventured alone into the deep mountains on the outskirts of Karakura Town.
Now that he had obtained the power of an Arrancar, he needed to test his theories through practice.
For a long time, despite harboring Hollow energy within him, he had never achieved a full Hollowfication. The most he could do was infuse Hollow energy into his Zanpakutō.
But now, with his newfound Arrancar power, he could attempt to merge it with his existing Hollow abilities to achieve true Hollowfication.
Sitting cross-legged, Aaron focused on drawing out the Hollow and Arrancar energies within him.
Two distinct forces slowly intertwined inside his body.
After a short while, his Hollow and Arrancar energies fused completely, transforming into an entirely new power.
Though similar to his previous Hollow energy, this new force felt purer and held boundless potential.
Aaron let out a soft exhale as an immense Reiatsu erupted from his body, whipping up fierce winds around him.
A black-and-white mask instantly formed over his face, gleaming with a mysterious metallic sheen.
As the mask took shape, armor materialized, covering him from head to toe.
A pair of black-and-white skeletal wings radiated a dual-colored glow, gently fluttering behind him.
Two beams of energy—one black, one white—gathered in his palms.
With a quiet murmur, Aaron unleashed a Cero into the sky.
A deafening explosion resounded across Karakura Town.
For a brief moment, the dark night was as bright as day.
Satisfied, Aaron absorbed the Hollow energy back into himself, reverting to his normal state.
Meanwhile, outside a warehouse in Karakura Town, Hirako Shinji and the other Visoreds gazed in shock at the spectacle in the sky.
As the eerie glow gradually faded, they exchanged silent glances.
After a long pause, Hirako Shinji chuckled bitterly and muttered, "That was Sensei's power just now."
Hearing his words, the others nodded quietly, standing still as the weight of realization settled over them.
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