Sora would sit down, feeling drained of a vast majority of his Reiryoku... holy fuck, was that technique draining.
Sora could feel his control over the ambient Reishi in the air getting higher and higher.
Going from... 400%... 450... 600%... 900%... 1500%... 1900%...
It kept climbing higher and higher, going to ridiculous levels. His control over Reishi had now reached the subatomic level. Shit might even reach Quarks level.
"...Hah."
Sora truly was drained. Fighting someone like Sōsuke Aizen was not something he would encourage anyone to do. Shit was draining—hella draining. He had to forcefully link all the worlds together, hold them together with his Reiryoku, and put Aizen as the target.
Fuckkkk.
And you mean to tell him the vegetable was doing this for millions of years?
{I am still here}
The glorious, magnificent, perfect being.
This wasn't glaze. Sora would never glaze anyone. He was better than that.
Sora gazed at Aizen.
Aizen's gaze met his—and for once in his long, cursed life, he looked surprised.
"You... tricked me," Aizen rasped, coughing up a chunk of blood and elegance. "This whole thing with Ichigo... it was just a ploy. You wanted me to think he was your ace."
Sora gave a small nod. "Mhm. Even pretended to reach for his blade. Faked panic. Let you think I hadn't adapted to your immortality yet."
This was the best he had acted in a while—so much acting, it hurt his brain. He didn't like being fake. Chances are, if he had to act like this for longer, he would've cracked. Yes, this was how much it was against his nature.
Aizen laughed, blood spilling from his lip as he stared up at the empty sky.
"...How delightful." The man gazed at his lower half—he had been cut cleanly in half. A perfect 50/50.
"You assumed I needed to adapt to that," Sora continued. "But I wasn't adapting to your immortality, Aizen. I was adapting... to you."
Aizen blinked slowly.
"...You made me the target."
Sora nodded again. "The moment I launched Weltenrichter, fate itself was rewritten. It doesn't matter how durable you are. Doesn't matter what tricks you've stacked. Once you were marked... your story had one ending."
That ending was simple... death.
Aizen's breath hitched—but not from pain.
From awe.
"...A slash that rejects all futures where the victim survives..."
"I assume you imbued some of Inoue's Fullbring into it. Rejecting any future where I survive?"
"Well, duh. I adapted to her power a while back," he said, still unable to walk... shit, the Reishi glass that he made... vanished from his eyes.
Hm. His control over the Reishi was getting too refined—he was moving goddamn Quarks, not atoms. Fucking Quarks.
Aizen's lips curled into a faint smirk.
"...That... is beautiful."
He looked at the sky again, his vision blurring. The clouds above looked soft. Almost gentle.
"So this is how I perish." The man lay there. Sora's The Almighty began to turn on. There was one thing he still needed to do for this to actually be complete.
While he still had control over his shit, he could still do that.
He looked at the hole he had created in space, his wheel above his head beginning to spin.
Aizen coughed—blood splashing the grass beside him.
"I lost. To someone... I consider my equal."
That felt... right.
There was silence between them. The kind that weighs heavy like honor... or regret.
Sora slowly knelt beside him, pulling something from his coat.
A gun.
Not just any gun.
His mother's.
He clicked the chamber open, loading a single glowing round.
Aizen's eyes narrowed—not in fear, but curiosity.
"...That bullet," he rasped. "It's not to kill me, is it?"
Sora stared at him, eyes unreadable.
"Well, more like destroy you. Your soul will still be fine. You won't be you anymore though. You get another chance. Another life. Do not fuck it up."
He aimed the barrel down at Aizen's forehead.
"Your memory will be practically gone. But you will be reborn... not in this world though. I, Sora Ishida, will send your soul somewhere else. Any last words?"
Aizen's breath slowed.
Eyes dimming.
"...Pull the trigger."
As Sora squeezed, time seemed to halt—and in that second before oblivion...
Aizen saw her.
Kaede.
Standing next to him. A soft smile on her face.
Ah.
So it really was her... after all.
She kept her promise.
He let out a breath.
And then the bullet struck.
With a sound like fate being erased, his soul shattered. Not just destroyed—liberated. Aizen was reduced to spiritual particles as Sora absorbed his Reiryoku, the force of a fallen god folding into him like threads of a closed book.
A brief wind rolled through the clearing.
Sora looked at the fading remnants of the man who defied Heaven.
"...Maybe in your next life," he whispered, holstering the gun,
"you won't be such a bastard."
He turned away.
Behind him, the world began to stitch itself shut.
Meanwhile, somewhere else...
Aizen's soul drifted through space. It floated there, until it arrived at its destination... a world of war, a world of superpowered humans.
A world where the strong rule—and the weak's only option is to beg.
His soul was sucked into an abyss, only to come out a few months later.
"What should we call him..." a mother's voice would be heard saying.
"What about Seijuro... Seijuro Kurama."
A/N...ignore the last part it 100% not important.