Skirt-Flipping Maniac: W-Wow! That was amazing!
Doujin Artist: Not just amazing... That was terrifying! He split the ground into a canyon with one swing!
Curly-haired Guy: As expected of our club president.
Soul Society’s Villain: That wasn’t even his full power, right?
Wig Guy: Wait, that wasn’t full power?
This is an Actor: Probably just twenty percent.
Scarlet Lotus Fairy: ?
Li Mochou didn’t really get it. In her eyes, that sword slash was already at the level of legendary gods and immortals.
But it was only twenty percent?
Soul Society’s Villain: Only twenty percent, huh...
Even Unohana Retsu looked surprised. She knew their group leader hadn’t gone all out—after all, this was Aizen fused with the Hogyoku.
But still, to cause that much damage with just twenty percent?
Even the final form Aizen had in the original story couldn’t pull off sothing like that with such little effort.
This is an Actor: My Hogyoku is fused with so rules from the Toaru universe.
It’s much more complete than the one in the original story.
Soul Society’s Villain: I see...
Doujin Artist: The Hogyoku can do that? rge with rules from other worlds?
This is an Actor: I don’t know about the others, but mine can.
Mine wasn’t made from the Soul King’s fragnts like in the Bleach world. It was created by the system.
So of course, there are differences.
Doujin Artist: Got it—anything made by the system is top-tier, huh?
Skirt-Flipping Maniac: Aizen-san basically owns the whole scene now. What’s next?
This is an Actor: The path’s wide open. Just gonna ss around a bit now.
As the ssage sent out, Aizen suddenly vanished from where he stood.
Splat.
Bright red blood sprayed out.
Still frozen in shock, Uchiha Madara stared at the wound on his chest with wide eyes.
Then—thud—his body fell to the ground.
"Madara!"
Senju Hashirama quickly rushed down to check on his old friend’s injuries.
Flicking the blood off his blade, Aizen turned to face the two Otsutsuki brothers.
"Why didn’t you attack just now? That was probably your best chance. Are you scared?"
"You bastard!"
Hagoromo gritted his teeth, his face dark with rage.
"Brother, don’t fall for it!"
Hamura frowned, his voice low. "He’s trying to provoke you."
"Provoke?"
Aizen twirled his blade and said mockingly, "That’s a funny excuse.
Weren’t you just telling everyone to hurry up and stop ?
Madara and Hashirama listened to you.
But you two? You just stood there, hesitating."
"Shut up!"
Hagoromo snapped, completely losing his cool. "You damn invader!"
"Brother! Don’t go near him!"
Hamura quickly grabbed his sleeve, trying to stop him.
"That line sounds ridiculous." Aizen let out a small laugh and shook his head. "Whether you rush in recklessly, approach with caution, or stay away completely... the outco is the sa. This isn’t about predicting the future—your deaths are already a set fact you can’t escape. The age of the ninja is coming to an end."
"Aizen Sosuke!" Even Hamura couldn’t stay calm anymore. His pale gray eyes suddenly turned a deep blue, and six snowflake-like patterns slowly started to spin.
Golden Wheel Reincarnation Explosion!
A beam of golden sword light appeared out of thin air and swept down toward Aizen. But Aizen didn’t even try to dodge. He casually lifted his left arm and waved it lightly.
*Boom.*
A strike powerful enough to cut through the moon’s surface was easily shattered, turning into specks of light that faded into nothing.
"No way..." Otsutsuki Hamura’s eyes widened in shock, his face filled with disbelief.
*Whoosh.*
Out of nowhere, Aizen appeared right in front of him. "You got this angry over such a simple provocation? How disappointing." He raised his blade and swung.
*Slash.*
Blood sprayed into the air. Hamura’s eyes went blank as he collapsed to the ground.
Stunned silence.
Everyone at the scene looked completely frozen, as if they were dreaming. First Uchiha Madara, and now the brother of the Sage of Six Paths.
These two people were legends in the eyes of all ninjas—and yet neither of them could even last one move against Aizen? How were they supposed to keep fighting? Was there even any point?
"We’re not even on the sa level." Tsunade stared at Aizen, murmuring, "This war is over."
Even though she was tough and never one to give up easily, she couldn’t help but feel hopeless in front of soone who could split a canyon with a single swing.
Still, there was a bit of pride in her despair. After all, Aizen had once been her student. If he truly wanted to destroy the ninja world, then so be it.
If there’s no stopping him, then all you can do is accept it.
"Hamura!" Otsutsuki Hagoromo’s eyes went wide at the sight of his brother’s fall. He wanted to rush over but didn’t dare take his eyes off Aizen.
"What now? Still planning to resist?" Aizen looked at him calmly. "You should already know by now—you don’t stand a chance against ."
Hamura gritted his teeth, but deep inside he couldn’t deny the feeling of helplessness growing inside him.
If even his brother couldn’t survive one strike, what could he possibly do?
And for so reason, Hagoromo could feel the pressure coming from Aizen getting stronger by the minute. It felt like Aizen was growing in real ti—visibly getting more powerful.
"That’s not your imagination," Aizen said quietly, as if reading his thoughts. "It’s exactly as you suspect."
"You... what did you say..." Hamura glared at Aizen, but suddenly froze.
His eyes caught sothing—small blue lights slowly rising from the ground of Fla Valley. No, not just here. The sa thing was happening all over the Land of Wind... no, all across the entire ninja world.
"The throne of this sky... now belongs to ."
*Boom.*
A massive blue pillar of light burst from Aizen’s body, breaking through the clouds and shooting into the heavens.
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