As Barragan turned around, he noticed a familiar face. Soft brown eyes, swept back hair and covered completely in black bandages.. it was most certainly Aizen Sousuke. It had been quite some time since Barragan had last seen Aizen, the latter having led the Espada into war with the Five Great Nations.
"Hmph... How tedious of you to have forgotten that I hold dominion over the most absolute form of death, aging. But I suppose in the presence of God, such mistakes from an ant are expected"
Barragan silently observed Aizen, well aware that Aizen was no push-over unlike the previous two Uchiha he had faced. However, having previously also served under the latter, Barragan could barely suppress his anger towards Aizen. His servitude to Aizen had severely damaged his self-prestige, and now it was time for retribution.
"You will regret this encounter, Aizen. I will kill you with my very owns hands.."
Barragan smirked, conceited by the powers he had attained ever since his defection from the Espada.