At that moment—
before the eyes of countless stunned viewers across every realm—
A blinding white flash tore through the screen.
The edge of Shinso sliced open the sleeve of Gin's uniform,
and before the fabric even hit the ground—
the blade had already pierced clean through Aizen's chest.
It was over in less than a heartbeat.
Too fast for any sound to catch up.
Only when a single drop of blood hit the ground,
and Aizen's white collar turned crimson,
did the entire world react.
Every mouth hung open.
Every mind went blank.
As if reality itself had glitched.
This one moment—
Ichimaru Gin stabbing Aizen Sōsuke—
shattered every belief the audience ever held.
"The only way to avoid Kyōka Suigetsu's perfect hypnosis…"
"...is to touch the blade before the ability activates."
"And it took me a hundred years to learn that."
Gin's voice was calm.
His eyes half-closed, his tone almost playful, yet his words carried a weight that crushed the air.
Standing over Aizen's bleeding body, he spoke like a victor.
He had just revealed to the entire world the greatest secret in Soul Society—
the one thing everyone, from the Captains to Urahara to the Visoreds,
had sought for over a century:
How to break Kyōka Suigetsu's hypnosis.
And as those words echoed,
the world exploded in uproar.
"WHAT?!"
"That's the trick?!"
"He… he actually said it?! Gin risked everything to expose Aizen's secret!"
"He's insane—but damn, he's brilliant!"
"This guy's scarier than Aizen!"
Inside the Visoreds' hideout, everyone froze.
Shinji, Kensei, Hiyori—every single one of them stood stunned,
eyes wide, mouths open.
Their feelings tangled between awe, horror, and… reluctant respect.
Yes—respect.
Because no matter how cruel, how unhinged Gin might be,
he had done what none of them ever dared.
He had fooled Aizen.
For a hundred years.
Shinji exhaled slowly, rubbing his forehead.
"Undercover… for a hundred years," he muttered.
"The hell kind of grudge makes a man live a lie for a century?"
Even as someone who hated Aizen to the core,
who relived the betrayal every night in dreams,
Shinji couldn't compare.
His hate paled next to Gin's.
"He's not human," Kensei said flatly. "That's not hatred. That's obsession."
"No," Hiyori growled, trembling. "That's madness."
Across the room, Aikawa Love choked on his drink.
"No wonder that guy always gave me chills every time he showed up on screen…
Turns out it wasn't my imagination. He's a goddamn monster."
And deep down, none of them disagreed.
Meanwhile, at Urahara's shop—
Kisuke, Yoruichi, and Tessai sat frozen,
even their teacups trembling in midair.
"Unbelievable…" Kisuke whispered. "I thought I'd seen through every kind of mind game, but this… this is beyond reason."
He'd suspected Gin once—
briefly.
But never seriously.
The idea was just too ridiculous.
A century of deception?
Who could possibly live like that?
And yet here it was.
In full color, undeniable.
Gin Ichimaru—the smiling snake—
had been the deadliest actor of them all.
The video continued.
The camera zoomed in on Aizen's face—
bloodied, trembling,
his expression shifting rapidly through pain, shock… and something darker.
It wasn't fear.
It was curiosity.
"...The only one who can kill me…"
"...is you, Gin."
Blood dripped down his lips.
But Aizen's tone was calm, regal—almost amused.
"You're wrong," he said quietly.
"From the very beginning, I knew your goal.
I brought you by my side on purpose."
"I wanted to see it—to see how you would try to kill me."
The moment those words echoed through the world—
every viewer felt their scalp go numb.
"WHAT?!"
"He KNEW?!"
"Aizen knew Gin was an undercover agent the whole time?!"
"Then they've been acting for a hundred years?!"
"This is like two psychopaths playing a chess match inside each other's brains!"
The realization struck like lightning.
Gin's century of deceit—
Aizen's century of compliance.
They had both been lying,
to each other,
for an entire lifetime.
The world collectively froze.
In Las Noches, even the Quincy watchers from the Wandenreich stood speechless.
"Are they serious right now?"
"So Aizen let him betray him just to see how it would happen?"
"What kind of freaks are these two?!"
Some even laughed bitterly.
"You know what? I can't even hate them anymore. That's art."
The irony was brutal.
Gin's plan had been genius—
but Aizen's counterplan was insanity.
The only real loser… was everyone else.
On screen, Aizen's smile widened.
Blood flowed freely from his chest,
but instead of grimacing, he chuckled—low, calm, unbothered.
"You're not the only one who's been acting, Gin."
"We both wore masks. Yours just cracked first."
His eyes glowed faintly violet, the Hōgyoku pulsing in his chest.
Even impaled, he radiated calm.
Gin's hand tightened around Shinso.
He didn't answer.
Back in the First Division hall,
the Captains were losing it.
Shunsui leaned back, utterly defeated.
"I… I think I'm done. I can't handle any more of this."
His hat slipped off.
Ukitake just sighed, rubbing his temples.
Even Byakuya's poker face cracked.
"To think," he murmured, "two men could deceive each other so deeply… and still call it loyalty."
Unohana's eyes narrowed slightly, unreadable.
Komamura, shaking his head, muttered,
"They're both monsters. Plain and simple."
And Yamamoto, watching from the head seat, simply grunted.
"Good. Let them destroy each other."
The narration ended on a chilling frame.
Aizen, smiling through the blood.
Gin, glaring, blade trembling, caught between triumph and despair.
Two devils,
each thinking they'd outplayed the other.
And the world watched—
speechless, horrified, and fascinated.
(End of Chapter)
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