Naruto: Aizen's Shadow in Konoha

"Aizen, today is your day of reckoning! Magnet Style: Funeral of Gold Dust!" Rasa bellowed, his voice resonating across the battlefield as he unleashed a devastating technique.

The gold dust desert within hundreds of meters collapsed violently, creating an inescapable sinkhole of destruction. At the same time, Pakura advanced, her cold, murderous intent radiating as she prepared her signature technique.

"Scorch Style: Over-Steaming!" she roared, summoning multiple blazing orange fireballs that revolved around her before charging toward Aizen, their heat distorting the very air around them.

In the face of this relentless assault, it seemed as though Aizen was cornered, with no possible way out.

Standing amidst the chaos, Aizen folded his arms and lowered his head, a small, mocking smile playing on his lips. His eyes gleamed with an icy blue light as his spiritual energy flared.

Then, with a calm voice, he whispered, "Water Style: Torrent Sphere."

A swirling sphere of water erupted from Aizen, enveloping him entirely before violently expanding outward in concentric waves. The Gold Dust Funeral and Over-Steaming collided with the water sphere, but the sheer force of Aizen's defense shattered them into harmless particles, dispersing the attack entirely.

The battlefield trembled with the force of the explosion, and as the dust settled, Pakura found herself staring at a massive crater. Yet, her target was not there.

Instead, her gaze was drawn upward.

In the distance, Aizen floated effortlessly in the air, his body glowing faintly with a light blue aura. His movements defied gravity, leaving Pakura speechless.

"This guy… he can fly?!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with disbelief. Flight, a rare ability in the ninja world, gave its wielder a significant tactical advantage, allowing them to attack and defend with near impunity.

Rasa, his expression a mixture of fury and dread, growled. "So, you think you can escape me, Aizen? Let's see how long you last."

Summoning his Magnet Style, Rasa formed a Gold Dust Platform beneath his feet, rising into the air to meet Aizen. At the same time, he began to manipulate the surrounding gold dust, preparing for another attack.

Hovering above, Aizen's smirk deepened as he observed Rasa's movements. "You've gone through all this trouble to manipulate your precious sand. Allow me to show you why that's a mistake."

He raised a hand, his voice calm yet commanding. "Secret Technique: Cutting Rain."

The sky darkened as storm clouds gathered unnaturally, blotting out the sun over a thousand-meter radius. Moments later, fine droplets of rain began to fall, each infused with Aizen's chakra. The raindrops shimmered faintly, carrying an otherworldly energy.

The moment the rain touched Rasa's Gold Dust, its effects became apparent. The meticulously gathered sand began to lose cohesion, collapsing into a loose, unusable state. Even the platform beneath Rasa's feet disintegrated, sending him plummeting to the ground.

Pakura, attempting to reignite her fireballs, found them flickering and fading under the rain's relentless assault. Her Scorch Style was rendered useless as the chakra-infused rain neutralized her attacks.

"What is this?!" Rasa shouted, his voice filled with horror as he struggled to control his crumbling gold dust. Pakura, equally unnerved, stared at Aizen with wide eyes.

"Cutting Rain," Aizen explained, his voice echoing through the storm. "A technique derived from Kiri's most secretive jutsu, refined and perfected. It dissolves chakra constructs with ease, no matter how powerful. Your Magnet Style and Scorch Style are futile against it."

Pakura hurried to Rasa's side, her sharp gaze fixed on Aizen as he floated above, radiating confidence. The fireballs she had conjured had long since been extinguished by the relentless downpour of Cutting Rain.

Rasa's frustration boiled over, his fists clenching. He struggled to manipulate the gold dust beneath his feet. The once-fluid particles had turned sluggish under the rain's chakra-eroding effects, as if he were piloting a broken machine. Maintaining a simple sand platform for flight was a near-impossible effort now.

The balance of power had shifted dramatically. Rasa, once a commander radiating authority, now found himself grounded and vulnerable, staring up at the man who had seized the high ground with overwhelming ease.

"Aizen, don't get too full of yourself!" Pakura snapped, anger igniting in her voice. "If you're so powerful, then prove it by finishing this battle! As far as I can tell, this rain technique of yours—'Cutting Rain,' isn't it?—is undoubtedly strong. But a technique this potent must consume an extraordinary amount of chakra!"

Her eyes narrowed as she studied him, hoping to find a crack in his armor. "There's no way you can maintain this ninjutsu indefinitely!"

Aizen raised an eyebrow at her words, his lips curling into a small, approving smile. "An astute observation," he acknowledged. "It's true. Cutting Rain demands a significant amount of chakra. Most shinobi at the quasi-Kage level could sustain it for no more than ten minutes before collapsing from exhaustion."

Pakura's confidence surged, a glimmer of hope flickering in her eyes. Rasa, too, began to feel the faint stirrings of renewed resolve. But before they could celebrate, Aizen's smile widened, his tone taking on a chilling edge.

"However," he continued, his voice carrying a quiet menace, "I am not most shinobi."

Blue energy swirled faintly around his form, a visible reminder of the sheer power he wielded. "With my unique physique, I could sustain Cutting Rain for fifteen minutes at full power."

Pakura and Rasa locked eyes, their momentary hope hardening into grim determination. They prepared to push themselves to their limits, knowing that survival depended on lasting longer than his jutsu.

But Aizen wasn't done.

"Ah, but I may have misspoken," he added, his tone almost playful. "When I say 'fifteen minutes,' I mean the time in which I can fight at my full strength while maintaining Cutting Rain. So tell me…" His gaze sharpened as he stared them down. "With your chakra already crippled, can you withstand my full strength for even a fraction of that time?"

His words hit like a hammer. Rasa and Pakura's expressions froze, their confidence evaporating as they realized the scale of the challenge before them. The air around them felt heavy, almost suffocating under the weight of Aizen's presence.

Not far from the battle, Namikaze Minato stood amidst the fallen Sand Shinobi elites, his own battle concluded with precision and efficiency. He gazed toward the center of the battlefield, where Aizen's aura dominated like an unrelenting storm.

The rain continued to pour around him, soaking the ground and washing away any lingering signs of his previous skirmish. Minato chuckled softly to himself, his admiration for Aizen growing despite the surreal nature of their situation.

"So, he's already activated Cutting Rain," Minato murmured, his voice filled with both amusement and curiosity. "It looks like he'll switch to his Water Style Chakra Mode soon."

He paused, glancing at the distant figures of Rasa and Pakura, who stood frozen in the storm's wake. "He claimed he was just holding them off for me," Minato continued with a wry smile. "But with Aizen in that state… I doubt those two will last long."