Naruto: Shikigami Aizen

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Aizen's words did not provide Ōnoki any reassurance. On the contrary, the moment he spoke, the entire battlefield seemed to stiffen, and the expressions of everyone present turned grim.

Even Aizen's subordinates can wield space-time jutsu? 

The thought left many speechless, and the sense of dread deepened. 

Ōnoki's face tightened as he responded in a low voice. "So, this entire situation has been within your calculations all along?" 

Aizen smiled faintly. His deep, piercing gaze shimmered with an inscrutable light as he replied. "Rest assured, Ōnoki. Our agreement still stands." 

"However, the terms might need some adjustment." 

"Konoha—I can still assist in its destruction. However, I believe Iwagakure can be spared in the coming purge... if you know your place." 

The subtle but clear shift in Aizen's tone left Ōnoki visibly unsettled. 

The implication was undeniable. Aizen was no longer proposing an alliance. Instead, he demanded that Iwagakure submit to his rule. Their relationship had shifted from equals to subordinates—something that cut deeply into the pride of the Tsuchikage. 

As the leader of his village, Ōnoki should have outright rejected such a proposal. After all, Iwagakure had its own strategic plans and was not without the strength to resist. 

But after witnessing the abilities of Aizen's subordinates—specifically their mastery of space-time techniques—doubt began to creep into his heart. Was defiance worth the risk of dragging his entire village into ruin? 

Just as Ōnoki hesitated, a calm yet resolute voice rang out across the battlefield. 

"Tsuchikage-sama, perhaps we should consider joining forces!" 

The statement was like a stone cast into a tranquil lake, sending ripples across the battlefield. 

"What did he just say? Is he insane? Why would Iwagakure ally with Konoha?" 

"This is absurd! The Tsuchikage would never agree to such a ridiculous proposal. We have a deep-seated grudge against Konoha!" 

The murmurs and heated discussions spread rapidly. Among the Iwagakure shinobi, the idea of cooperation with Konoha was met with outrage and derision. Even among Konoha's forces, there was a mix of shock and apprehension. 

However, up in the air, Ōnoki's sharp gaze honed in on the speaker—Minato Namikaze. The Tsuchikage's piercing eyes seemed to dissect him, searching for the truth behind his words. 

Even Ay, the future Raikage, watched Minato with a furrowed brow, though he refrained from speaking. 

Meanwhile, the likes of Jiraiya and Tsunade, standing among Konoha's forces, were momentarily stunned by Minato's bold statement. Silence followed as they weighed the implications. 

Minato, his face streaked with blood and covered in dust, stared unwaveringly at Ōnoki with his brilliant blue eyes. His voice was steady and earnest as he continued. 

"I have always admired Aizen. Becoming a shinobi and striving for greatness were dreams inspired by his example. Precisely because of this admiration, I understand better than anyone just how powerful Aizen truly is! There's only one way to defeat him, and that is for all the villages present to unite their forces. Otherwise, against Aizen's strength, we won't even have a chance to fight back. Tsuchikage-sama, surely you realize this as well." 

Minato's calm, clear voice rang out over the battlefield as though the very existence of Aizen no longer fazed him. 

Ay remained silent, his thoughts aligning with Minato's logic. Earlier, Aizen's subordinate, Gin, had easily parried Ay's attacks. Now, with Gin gone, it seemed likely Aizen was confident in his ability to handle the rest single-handedly. 

Victory, Ay realized, was impossible without cooperation. 

Meanwhile, among the Kirigakure shinobi, Yagura and Fuguki listened intently. Yagura's expression grew tense as he whispered to Fuguki. 

"Is he really that strong? Could we perhaps wait and exploit their mutual destruction?" 

Before Fuguki could finish his musings, Yagura cut him off with a grim voice. 

"It's not that simple. Even the beast within me senses his overwhelming power. That Konoha shinobi may be right—if we don't unite, we won't stand a chance." 

Hearing this, Fuguki's pupils shrank in shock. 

Could Aizen truly be that terrifying? 

Among the assembled Kirigakure forces, Kisame Hoshigaki couldn't take his eyes off Aizen. Standing in the midst of the enemy ranks, calm and composed, Aizen exuded an aura of absolute authority. 

Such a powerful individual... This is the pinnacle that all shinobi should aspire to. 

Aizen, hearing Minato's plea, tilted his head slightly. His expression softened into an amused smile as he spoke in a voice like velvet. 

"Minato, you've grown. I'm pleased to see that Jiraiya has raised such an excellent student. However, your thinking remains far too naive." 

Taking a step forward, Aizen's presence alone caused ripples of unease to spread through the crowd. Even Ōnoki instinctively retreated higher into the air. 

Smiling faintly, Aizen cast a calm glance across the surrounding shinobi. His voice, as gentle as ever, carried an undertone of absolute dominance. 

"No matter how many ants gather together, they are still just ants. Do you truly believe that a swarm of them could ever threaten a giant?" 

His mere step forward sent shockwaves through the battlefield. The gathered shinobi, sensing an almost tangible weight pressing against them, instinctively backed away. 

Watching their retreat, Aizen chuckled softly. He turned his gaze back to Minato and spoke with an air of condescension. 

"Minato, choosing one's allies is an important decision. Though often, their value lies only in being discarded at the right moment. Even so, they should at least create some worth in their sacrifice." 

Sweeping his gaze across the battlefield, he continued. 

"Do you truly believe these weaklings can stand against me? They are as fragile as glass." 

Then, his voice softened. 

"You, however, are a talented child with great potential. In the future, I would gladly grant you and Jiraiya a place in my side. Consider this my invitation." 

Aizen's serene yet authoritative words ignited a wave of anger among the shinobi. 

Among the Kumogakure forces, one of Ay's subordinates could no longer contain his rage. 

"Aizen! We're not the weaklings you claim we are!" 

His outburst sparked a chorus of defiance from the other shinobi, their voices unified in indignation. 

Aizen's expression didn't waver. His smile remained calm as he casually raised a finger and pointed toward the Kumogakure forces. His deep eyes gleamed with an almost divine indifference as he uttered. 

"Hado #63. Raikōhō." 

In an instant, a blinding torrent of lightning burst forth from Aizen's fingertip. 

"Boom!" 

Like a distant clap of thunder, a bolt of lightning ten meters thick shot forth, instantly striking the Kumogakure forces' position. 

The wind howled as shockwaves rippled across the battlefield, leaving behind a massive chasm that stretched from Aizen's position directly to the Kumo shinobi. 

With a deafening roar, an entire corner of the rocky plateau disintegrated under the relentless assault of the lightning bolt. The jagged, charred remains of the mountain now formed a stark contrast against the otherwise rectangular summit. 

Everyone froze. Their faces paled, and no one dared to utter another word. The silence was deafening, broken only by the echo of destruction. 

In a single move, Aizen had made it abundantly clear to all present why Minato had insisted on unity. 

Faced with such overwhelming power, no one could reasonably claim they could stand alone against him. 

Ay's expression turned grim. Though his battle-hardened instincts urged him to retaliate immediately, the sheer disparity in strength forced him to suppress the impulse. 

High above, Ōnoki hovered in silence, his face etched with gravity as he inwardly marveled. 

Aizen's strength... Has it grown even further?! 

From his vantage point, Rasa observed the scene with a heavy heart. 

"So this... is Aizen's power. It's terrifying." 

In the Kirigakure ranks, Fuguki felt his body go cold, his heart pounding violently. His pupils shrank to pinpricks as he processed what had just occurred. 

The bolt of lightning that annihilated the Kumo shinobi had struck terrifyingly close to the Kiri forces. Even at a distance, the residual energy from the attack was palpable, a haunting reminder of its devastating force. 

He had once harbored thoughts of exploiting the chaos to reap benefits, but now, his earlier arrogance felt like a distant memory. 

Elsewhere, the massive ninja hound Garō cowered on the ground, its tail tucked tightly between its legs. Standing beside it, Inuzuka Ao stared at the battlefield's center, a storm of emotions raging within him. 

Has he really grown this strong? 

As the gathered forces trembled in the wake of Aizen's show of strength, two figures suddenly appeared in front of Minato. 

"Swish!" 

Jiraiya and Tsunade stood side by side with their former student, their determined gazes fixed on Aizen. 

"Jiraiya-sensei, Tsunade-sama..." Minato's voice was filled with a mix of gratitude and complexity. 

Jiraiya turned his head, flashing a grin at Minato as he quipped. 

"There's no way I'd let my student face this alone while I hide in the back. Don't worry, Minato. This time, master and student will face it together!" 

Tsunade glanced at the two men, her icy demeanor softening just enough to reveal the faintest trace of a smile. 

Hearing Jiraiya's words, Minato's spirits lifted. Straightening his posture, his eyes filled with determination as he declared. 

"Aizen-san, neither Jiraiya-sensei nor I will ever join your court! Today, we will do everything in our power to defeat you. Your ambitions for the shinobi world will not succeed!" 

Minato's resounding proclamation stirred the hearts of the gathered shinobi. For a moment, they exchanged glances, uncertainty giving way to resolve. 

Ōnoki descended to the ground, followed closely by Rasa. The Tsuchikage's voice was low but decisive. 

"Rasa, it seems we must set aside our war with Konoha, at least for now." 

Rasa nodded solemnly. 

"It appears so. The young one is correct. If we don't act together now, we may all perish at Aizen's hands." 

Ōnoki exhaled deeply, his gaze falling on Minato. 

"To think... in just a few short years, he has grown this strong." 

Meanwhile, Inuzuka Ao and Aburame Shibi joined Minato's side. Though they said nothing, their unwavering stance spoke volumes. 

Darui and Killer Bee approached Ay, their expressions grim as they addressed him. 

"Big brother, it looks like we're going to have to give it everything we've got." 

Ay nodded firmly, his voice a deep rumble. 

"No matter what, we must bring Aizen down!" 

In the Kirigakure ranks, Yagura observed the growing unity on the battlefield. With a calm but resolute tone, he stated. 

"It seems we, too, must act. I may even need to rely on... that power within me." 

Fuguki's expression was dark as he replied. "No one could have imagined that he'd be this powerful. But this might not be a bad thing. If Kirigakure sacrifices two of its own to take down shinobi from all four other villages, it will be worth it!" 

As he spoke, his sharp teeth gleamed in a sinister grin. Behind him, Kisame gazed at Aizen with a glimmer of awe in his eyes. 

The battlefield grew eerily synchronized, as if compelled by a shared understanding. Without explicit orders, the shinobi began to close in on Aizen from all directions. 

The five great villages formed distinct formations, yet their collective focus was entirely on the man at the center. 

From above, the scene would appear almost surreal—a vast mountain plateau under the cover of night, with warriors from every nation converging on a single figure. 

As they approached, Aizen remained unfazed. Hands resting casually in his pockets, he stood tall and unbothered, as if orchestrating the entire encounter. 

His gaze swept across the advancing shinobi, his lips curling into a faint smile as he spoke softly. 

"Clumsy tactics. Do you really believe that in a battle of this caliber, the sheer number of ants will make a difference?" 

With that, he reached for the hilt of Kyōka Suigetsu. 

"Shing!" 

The blade sang as Aizen unsheathed it with a single fluid motion. One hand remained in his pocket, while the other held the sword with a sense of ease and mastery. 

Standing tall, his sharp eyes flicked toward the Iwagakure forces. 

"Shing!" 

No one saw the swing of his blade. It was as if time itself had momentarily stilled. 

A deafening shockwave tore through the battlefield, accompanied by an ear-splitting roar. 

"Boom—crack!" 

When the dust finally settled, the gathered shinobi stared in shock at the aftermath. 

The Iwagakure forces' position was now a massive chasm—its edges perfectly smooth and its depths unfathomable. Blood stained the ground, and severed limbs lay scattered across the battlefield. 

The once-unified Iwagakure forces had been utterly decimated, scattered like leaves in the wind. 

With a single swing, Aizen had demonstrated the unfathomable depth of his power.