What an... odd laugh. Aizen's gaze remained like stone and intent on Soujirou. So he had no record of how long he had been here? Aizen surely would have liked to know how long people from other worlds had been appearing or if it had simply always been like that in Paixao. That was a question whose answer he would have to find later.

His old, gentle smile, the one used during his time in the Soul Society, was now clear as crystal. Aizen even managed to chuckle a very authentic sounding chuckle.

"No, I supposed I could, couldn't I? But I'll tell you this, Soujirou-kun, I am not from Japan. I am from another world entirely."

The bait had been cast.