Chapter 175: The Impossible Miracle
Kisuke Urahara had to admit one thing. No matter how clever he was, he had never believed he could solve every problem alone.
Compared to Sosuke Aizen, who had been crushed by spirit and emotion until he stood on the brink of madness, Kisuke had people. Childhood friends. Trusted companions. Someone he could lean on when the weight became unbearable. He had bonds, and he had a place in this world.
That was why, even though Kisuke understood what Aizen had been chasing from the very beginning, he would never become Aizen's ally. Kisuke already had allies. Yoruichi. Tessai. The Visored. Familiar faces and unfamiliar faces, all tied together by history and shared scars. His roots were in Soul Society, whether Soul Society wanted him or not.
When injustice and brutality appeared, he could only swallow his anger and endure. And when Aizen rebelled, when horror and despair crawled out from behind polite smiles, Kisuke's choice was fixed. He would stand against him. Not because he was righteous enough to call himself a savior, but because he was not Aizen. He was not alone.
Even exiled to the human world, even reduced to this quiet, half hidden life, Kisuke held no regret. He kept moving, kept calculating, kept preparing, all for one purpose, to stop Aizen's uprising and the terrifying scheme behind it.
Yet even after thinking through countless possibilities, Kisuke still had to admit it.
Aizen was the most frightening enemy he could imagine.
Kyoka Suigetsu was a black hole of deception. With Aizen's spiritual pressure, he could sustain its influence for years as easily as breathing. His manipulation never ended, and his traps were stacked like layers of paper, thin on their own, lethal when combined.
Worse, his scientific mind was not far behind Kisuke's. Kisuke had long suspected Aizen's talent was not something that should belong to a single man. It was too complete. Too balanced. As if he had been built rather than born. If Aizen's monstrous spiritual pressure had been paired with a Zanpakuto like Ryujin Jakka, Kisuke had no doubt Aizen's sheer combat threat would have climbed into the realm of a Captain Commander.
Fortunately, Aizen never displayed that kind of decisive offensive force. For all his overwhelming pressure and endless abilities, his killing power often lacked a final, crushing edge. That flaw, small as it was, had been one of the reasons Kisuke could even dream of winning through seals and tricks.
Survival was the greatest proof of existence. If you could not kill someone in one strike, then they would live, and they would strike back.
Many of Kisuke's preparations were built around Aizen's personality, his habits, his spiritual pressure, the way he moved through the world with absolute confidence.
Even so, defeating Aizen outright had always been close to impossible. In truth, Kisuke had never truly expected to destroy him.
The only real victory condition was despair.
Only when Aizen drowned in his own loneliness, only when he chose to stop, could he be contained.
Otherwise, with flawless calculation and an instinct to turn everything into a piece on the board, Aizen was nearly invincible. Every resource, every person, every accident, he could fold it into his plan.
The Visored. Urahara Shop. Now Kuchiki Rukia and Kurosaki Ichigo.
They were all pieces in Kisuke's counterplay against Aizen, just as Kisuke himself was a piece in Aizen's larger design. Both sides knew the other's cards. The contest was judgment, timing, and the smallest flicker of intuition.
If Aizen collapsed inward, Kisuke won.
If Aizen abandoned restraint and decided to judge everything with a god's indifference, Kisuke lost.
That was the brutal truth. Kisuke was not playing for dominance, only for a narrow path that did not drown everyone he cared about.
Compared to Aizen, Kisuke was bound by far too many connections. He cared about far too many lives.
If Aizen had truly been shameless enough, if he had simply used Kyoka Suigetsu to mobilize captains as disposable blades, if he had sent them to erase Yoruichi first, then hunted the Visored one by one, what could Kisuke have done? Hide behind a gigai that resisted inspection? Against Aizen's surveillance and relentless probing, such a defense was almost a joke.
With spatial movement and layers of contingency plans, how could Aizen fail to find them?
It was not that either side lacked the means. It was that neither could reveal everything too early. The game demanded patience, and both of them understood the rules.
And then, that enemy, the one who brought despair with a smile, died.
Not sealed. Not tricked. Not worn down over months.
Died.
Killed by his own hand, by Sosuke Aizen who had lived countless years later in another world.
Even now, Kisuke did not know how many backup plans Aizen had hidden away, or what he had preserved for the moment of failure. But one thing was clear.
Only the later Aizen could be certain of what later Aizen could do.
So two hours earlier in Seireitei, within the Academy of Calligraphy, Sosuke Aizen had been publicly assassinated. His last spirit and essence were trapped within his own body. Then Mayuri Kurotsuchi and the Chambers of Forty Six seized the excuse and pushed him to the human world under the mask of duty.
The Aizen currently moving through Karakura Town was a simulated Shinigami, created by the man sitting here.
He carried complete memories. A fully formed personality. The same conversations, the same spiritual pressure, the same presence that made the air feel heavy. That was the Aizen patrolling above Karakura Town.
Meanwhile, the instigator sat inside Urahara Shop, holding a teacup, smiling gently at the people whose minds had stalled in disbelief.
Even Yoruichi, padding past as a black cat, paused to stare at him as if her eyes had turned into question marks.
"I am not Sosuke Aizen of this world," Aizen said calmly. "Strictly speaking, I may not even be Sosuke Aizen. I am a new personality formed by the fusion of the histories and selves of three people. Most of me is Aizen, but the essence has shifted. So yes, as you said, I am not the Sosuke Aizen you are familiar with."
He sipped the tea, unhurried, watching them struggle to breathe around the weight of the claim. Tessai stood in the back like a stone statue, lost. Kisuke's fan had stopped moving. Yoruichi's tail was still.
Aizen's smile became even warmer, almost amused.
He enjoyed speaking to intelligent people. They reached the core quickly.
And once they understood how absurd the truth was, the expression that appeared on their faces was always priceless.
It had been the same in the world of Naruto, and it was the same here. When the revelation landed fully, it was often followed by temporary deafness, not because they did not understand, but because the mind refused to accept what it had already grasped.
That was why they always blurted the same words.
What are you saying?
Aizen liked hearing it.
Isshin stared at him, then patted his own face as if checking whether he was dreaming.
"What are you talking about?" Isshin demanded, voice rising. "You're Aizen from another world? You came straight into Soul Society, killed the Aizen here to fix your past mistakes, and then realized you weren't even Aizen in the first place? What is this nonsense? Explain it in a way I can understand. Explain it again."
Aizen blinked once, then nodded as if Isshin had offered a neat report.
"Is that not a very good summary, former Captain Kurosaki? You are correct. I am Sosuke Aizen, but not the Sosuke Aizen you know. Compared to the me of this era, I have seen far more. I revealed this because I wished to mend our relationship, at least enough to speak. Is there anything wrong with that judgment?"
"There are problems everywhere," Isshin snapped. "World travel? That sounds like a bad science fiction novel. Who are you really? Even if you claim to be another Aizen, we still"
"No," Kisuke cut in quietly.
He reached out and stopped Isshin's words with a single hand. His other hand pressed against his temple as though holding his thoughts in place.
Kisuke looked at Aizen, and in his mind, a chain of logic had already locked into shape.
"This is very likely true, Captain Kurosaki."
Isshin froze.
Kisuke spoke slowly, carefully.
"This man's spiritual pressure is almost identical to Aizen's. Not similar in the way siblings might be similar, but nearly the same. And yet spiritual pressure and spiritual power do not merge naturally. That contradiction is undeniable."
He exhaled.
"That means the relationship between him and Aizen is abnormal, something irreversible and difficult to classify, but they are not the same person."
Kisuke's gaze sharpened.
"During our conversation, he demonstrated remote control. The Aizen above Karakura Town, the one under surveillance, is moving like a puppet. His probing attacks, his deliberate lines, his unnatural restraint, all of it points to near absolute control."
Kisuke's throat tightened, the fear forming before he could stop it.
"And if this is true, then what we are facing is not the Aizen of today. We are facing an Aizen who has already seen his own end. An Aizen who knows his weaknesses. An Aizen who knows how he lost. An Aizen who knows the future."
Just imagining it made Kisuke's heart stumble.
Aizen, sitting across from him, did not deny it. He only lifted his cup again.
"If you are thinking, is Aizen planning something bigger," he said gently, "then yes. I am preparing to do something."
His tone remained mild, almost polite.
"But I will not hide it. I will not obstruct it behind curtains. One day, I will announce it openly."
He looked from Kisuke to Isshin, then to the cat watching him.
"For now, the situation is still unclear. That is why I wanted those who are more capable, and more qualified, to hear it first."
Isshin swallowed, still lost, but instinctively serious now.
He did not understand what Aizen meant by himself, or by his plan, but he understood one thing.
When Aizen spoke like this, the safest option was to listen.
Aizen set the teacup down softly.
"Just as I asked in the park, in terms of responsibility and obligation, even the original me would not be blamed too severely. My real problem, in Soul Society's eyes, is simpler."
He smiled, as if discussing an ordinary fact.
"My actions show contempt for my superiors. I treat the Chambers of Forty Six, and the Soul King's rule, with disdain. That is all."
No one argued.
From Soul Society's perspective, it was true.
Framing captains and stirring conflict was not rare. Strange deaths happened. Vacancies opened. A new generation climbed into the empty seats. With the Captain Commander alive and watching, the question was never whether tragedy could happen, but how it had been permitted to happen so often.
The answer was always the same.
Politics. Experiments. Internal struggle.
In Soul Society, it was almost routine.
If you conducted experiments that benefited the noble system, if you ensured the Chambers of Forty Six gained something, it could be forgiven. The unforgivable part was concealment. Cover ups. Acting outside the nobles' sight.
That was why Kisuke, Yoruichi, and Tessai had been expelled. Under Kyoka Suigetsu's interference and Aizen's manipulation, their actions looked like secret plots that could shake noble rule, carried out without the permission of Forty Six. The great nobles could never tolerate that.
Aizen's eyes remained calm.
"Therefore, your anger is not truly because my actions are wrong. It is because I harmed people you know."
His voice was smooth, and that made it worse.
"When Rukongai is cleared to maintain balance, few protest. Taking souls from it is not even considered a crime by Seireitei. Only when the blade touches someone close to you does the pain become real."
He paused, then continued, even gentler.
"But I believe that is wrong. We are all intelligent beings. No one is inherently more noble or more lowly. Birth, talent, perspective, these are cages that shape our view. Consider Rukia. She was a child from the seventy eighth district, yet she was taken into the Kuchiki family. That alone proves we are the same at the core."
He looked down at his tea, then back up.
"After experiencing so much, I understand what I want to do. I do not want this corrupt system to lead me to my end one day. So I want to give those living under the Soul King's rule another option."
"Oh?"
Kisuke's eyes narrowed immediately. The air tightened.
"This is interesting," Kisuke said softly. "This world was created by the Soul King. No matter what we do, we are still operating within his framework. I'm curious how you intend to end the Soul King's rule."
It was a fair question.
As long as the structure existed, the Royal Guard, the Soul King Palace, the nails holding the world together, the political system could not be changed from within.
Unless you introduced something outside it.
Something the system could not control.
Aizen's smile deepened.
"With this."
He reached into his pocket and placed a small object on the table.
No spiritual particles.
No familiar fluctuation.
Yet in Kisuke's pupils, nine tiny flames reflected at once, each a different color, burning quietly like a miniature rainbow.
Aizen's voice remained calm, almost reverent, like a man presenting a key.
"An omnipotent wish granting engine. An energy with nearly limitless possibilities. A power system that can convert external energy."
He looked at Kisuke, then at Isshin, who still had no idea what he was looking at.
"I can use it to bring new hope to a world that has grown numb and gray. This is power from another world."
Aizen's gaze settled on Kisuke, and he spoke the word clearly.
"Chakra."
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