Saint Nusjuro's slash, powerful enough to cleave a mountain, had failed to so much as cut the skin on his opponent's fingertip.
Aizen leisurely adjusted his glasses with his left hand and glanced down at the blade.
Then he looked at Saint Nusjuro, a trace of surprise in his voice.
But his surprise was more like that of a child discovering an interesting toy. "To deliver a slash of this caliber, you're a little stronger than I imagined."
He paused.
"But that's all."
He flicked his finger lightly.
Saint Nusjuro flew backward, sword and all, smashing through the wall behind him and embedding himself in the rubble!
The other four Elders' expressions changed at once!
"Zoan—Mythical Zoan—Gyuki form!"
"Zoan—Mythical Zoan—Fengxi form!"
"Zoan—Mythical Zoan—Itsumade form!"
"Zoan—Mythical Zoan—Sandworm form!"
Four enormous figures instantly filled the council chamber, their terrifying auras bearing down on Aizen as though they had physical substance!
Aizen remained where he stood, not retreating even a single step.
He merely tilted his head slightly, looking at the four grotesque monsters before him, faint disappointment showing in his eyes behind his glasses.
"Mythical Zoan Devil Fruits? I've heard Yoru speak quite highly of these Devil Fruits, but you're far too weak."
His voice was calm as he raised a hand to adjust his glasses.
"No need to be nervous. I only came to ask about something. Once I have my answer, I can leave."
The four remained motionless, staring fixedly at this uninvited guest.
Aizen's gaze swept over them, a hint of puzzlement in his voice.
"This is the pinnacle of the World Government, isn't it?"
No one answered.
Aizen smiled faintly, seemingly unbothered.
"Then which of you is Imu?"
The Five Elders' expressions changed simultaneously the instant they heard that name.
The change lasted less than a second, but