Naruto: Shikigami Aizen

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Hearing Aizen's words, Orochimaru's snake-like eyes flickered slightly, and he instinctively licked his lips, thinking to himself.

'As expected, Aizen... you know something!'

Beside him, Jiraiya slowly gathered his shocked expression, his face growing serious as he looked at Aizen and spoke in a deep voice.

"Regardless of what you know, Aizen, your ideas are undoubtedly too dangerous!" As he said this, he closed his eyes slowly, and when he reopened them, they were filled with resolve. In a low voice, he continued.

"Today, we will put an end to you here, once and for all!"

"Whoosh—"

As his words fell, a breeze swept across the area. Under the heavy night sky, the eerie trees surrounding them rustled, creating an atmosphere filled with killing intent.

Sakumo, who stood nearby, remained silent. He placed his only arm behind him, gripping the short blade on his back tightly, his expression heavy.

Orochimaru and Tsunade took positions on either side of Aizen, surrounding him. Their expressions were grave.

With a faint smile on his face, Aizen glanced casually at the four people encircling him, chuckling softly.

"Your thinking is too naive, Jiraiya. Do you really believe that the four of you can stop me?"

Hearing his words, the expressions of everyone present grew even more serious.

At that moment...

Suddenly, a sound of something slicing through the air came from the dark forest nearby.

"Whoosh—"

A fierce gust of wind suddenly swept out from the forest, sending dust swirling and currents of air shooting around the battlefield.

Everyone instinctively raised their hands to shield themselves from the wind and sand, squinting their eyes as they watched the scene unfold with caution.

"Boom!"

With a loud crash, the ground in the center of the field suddenly caved in, and through the dust, a stern and heavy voice slowly emerged.

"It's not just four people... there's also me!"

Hearing this voice, a faint smile tugged at Aizen's lips, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

Jiraiya, Sakumo, and the others were filled with relief and surprise.

"Dai!"

As the dust gradually settled, a tall, straight figure emerged from the crater in the ground—Might Dai.

At that moment, he was wearing his signature green jumpsuit, his black hair disheveled, his unshaven face rugged, but his eyes were filled with determination. His worn appearance clearly showed that he had been in battle on his way here.

Facing the casually standing Aizen, Dai's face was grave. He glanced at Jiraiya and the others and spoke in a low voice.

"Sorry I'm late."

Jiraiya and the others shook their heads, signaling that it was fine.

After speaking, Dai turned to Aizen, his expression complex but serious as he asked in a solemn tone.

"Aizen, are you really going to continue down this path?"

Aizen smiled as he looked at Dai, his expression relaxed, and spoke softly.

"It's been a long time, Dai. Is the first thing you choose to do after so long really to question me?"

Hearing Aizen's words, Dai was taken aback. His intended words faltered, and after a moment of silence, his expression grew more conflicted.

"Now that we are enemies, of course... if you return to the village, we could—"

Before he could finish, Aizen raised a hand and interrupted him.

Aizen gently shook his head, looking at Dai with a faint smile.

"Your thinking is still as simple as ever, Dai. It's impressive that you've lasted this long as a ninja. Enough of this. Let me see your current strength. If you manage to stop me, I wouldn't mind going along with your wishes. Of course, the chances of that happening are nearly zero."

Hearing Aizen's words, a bitter smile formed on Dai's lips, but there was no time for regret. He had no choice but to prepare for battle.

Jiraiya and the others also wore solemn expressions, ready to act at any moment.

At that moment, Jiraiya and the others surrounded Aizen.

Aizen, standing in the center, showed no concern at all. With his hands casually tucked into his pockets, the faint smile on his lips remained unchanged.

The tension on the battlefield grew heavier. Sweat began to form in the palms of Jiraiya and the others, their hands gripping tightly.

"Whoosh—"

A soft night breeze swept through, and from the top of a nearby dark tree, a leaf gently swayed, trembling as it detached from the branch. It spiraled down through the air, drifting across the field.

In the instant that the swirling leaf passed between Aizen and Sakumo's line of sight...

The previously calm situation on the battlefield suddenly erupted!

Sakumo's eyes grew cold, and his hand gripped tightly.

With a flash of white light cutting through the air, Sakumo's White Fang blade was instantly unsheathed. Under the moonlight, a dark shadow shot toward Aizen!

At the same time, Jiraiya and the others acted without hesitation, forming hand seals at rapid speed.

"Fire Style: Scorching Inferno!"

Jiraiya's cheeks puffed out as he exhaled forcefully, sending bright red flames into the ground as if they were absorbed by it. Moments later, the ground in front of him began to bulge, extending toward Aizen's position.

Orochimaru also clasped his hands together, forming a seal instantly.

"Forbidden Technique: Twisting Serpent Abyss!"

While the two of them performed their techniques, Dai and Tsunade had already vanished from their spots, speeding toward Aizen. From above, one would see three black figures moving at lightning speed from different angles, closing in on Aizen.

Meanwhile, the ground below, marked by one black and one red trail, advanced threateningly toward him.

Despite the five-pronged assault, Aizen's faint smile remained as he slowly extended one hand, glancing at the approaching attacks out of the corner of his eye.

With a sharp, crisp sound, the moonlight reflected off a flash of white.

"Hatake Style: Wind Cutter!"

Sakumo's figure had already reached Aizen. His face was tense as he swung his White Fang blade, tracing a beautiful arc in the air. The blade, glowing with a milky white hue, hummed softly, as if slicing through the very air.

Aizen, calm and composed, looked at the scene before him with serene eyes. His smile remained as if he had no concern for the imminent danger.

"Clack!"

Aizen gently raised his arm, his pale hand catching the blade.

What stunned everyone present was that Aizen had caught the White Fang sword—a weapon imbued with milky white energy—bare-handed!

History, it seemed, repeated itself.

The same scene had played out years ago, with Sakumo losing an arm as a result.

Seeing this up close once again, Sakumo's pupils constricted.

At that moment, everything in Sakumo's mind seemed to freeze, his eyes reflecting Aizen's calm figure gripping his blade with a faint smile.

How... how could this be happening again? How could he block it so easily!? Does all of my effort mean nothing in front of this man!?