From This Moment On, You Are the Spokesperson for the Shinigami!

Soul Society.

The deepest part of the Garganta, a place untouched by light or spiritual pressure.

In the silence, a high-backed throne was hidden in the shadows, and seated on it was the rebel, Sōsuke Aizen, who had been sealed and imprisoned by the Five Soul King.

His eyelids were slightly lowered, as if he were asleep.

But the next moment, an energy rift, not belonging to this world, silently tore through the darkness—

Space trembled slightly, like the breath of the universe.

One foot stepped out of the void.

A black-haired man appeared, his robes billowing even without wind, his eyes deep and unfathomable, and with each step, it seemed as if the whole world trembled beneath his feet.

Aizen slowly opened his eyes.

A strange figure was reflected deep within his pupils.

The spiritual pressure remained unchanged, yet the air itself seemed to freeze, as if even time itself had been compressed to a standstill by that person's aura.

He looked up, his eyes deep and unfathomable, his voice indifferent yet carrying a sharp, sarcastic edge.

"... This is...?"

It was neither spiritual pressure, nor the power of the void, nor a creation of the Soul King.

A completely unfamiliar "force"—like the fingers that manipulate cause and effect—transcends the foundation of the world, capable of dismantling rules and reshaping destiny.

Aizen chuckled, a mocking smile playing on his lips:

Even the Zero Division chose to abandon me... yet you willingly stepped into this cage.

"Speak, are you here to assassinate me, or to recruit me?"

The newcomer stood in the void, his black hair as black as night, his red eyes as red as blood, and his dark gray robe fell silently in the still air.

His name is Uchiha Yoru.

Night looked down at him, its voice as cold as iron shattering the silence:

"I am Uchiha Yoru" (I'm endorsing myself. jpg)

"Sōsuke Aizen."

"You yearn to destroy the Soul King, reshape the world, and restore 'rules' to 'order'... I understand your ideals."

Aizen's brow twitched, and his gaze narrowed slightly:

"Understand? So, do you agree or disagree?"

Night God remained unchanged, his tone like that of a deity issuing judgment:

"I have come to empower you to realize your dreams."

The air suddenly trembled.

Aizen's gaze turned cold, and he asked in a deep voice:

"I've seen too many self-proclaimed saviors who ultimately become mere playthings of power, devoured by the very truth they claim to be."

"Why are you an exception?"

Night did not answer immediately, but slowly raised her hand and pointed a finger at the void.

--boom!

As that finger fell, space seemed to be torn apart, and a deep vortex suddenly unfolded, like an eye that devoured the world.

Aizen's eyes narrowed, and he murmured softly:

"... This power...?"

The night echoes softly:

"Sharingan."

"A power system different from this world!"

"It's not just about the power of observation, imitation, and memory. It can control 'will' and reconstruct the 'soul'."

Aizen silent.

He gazed into those eyes that reflected everything, as if he saw his past, his obsessions, his ambitions—and even the arrogance that had been accumulating for a thousand years.

"You said you understand my ideals," Aizen slowly.

"Then tell me, what is the true nature of the 'Soul King'?"

Night's tone was firm and unwavering:

"It is—shackles."

"The static core of maintaining world stability in the name of hypocrisy is the source of imprisoning order into lifelessness."

"What you despise is not only him as a person, but also all the 'denial of possibility' that he imposes on this world."

Aizen's eyes twitched slightly, his mocking smile faded, and for the first time, a genuine scrutiny appeared in his eyes.

"You don't seem like Death."

"It's neither a Hollow nor Quincy..."

"It doesn't even belong to this world."

Night nodded, her voice as calm as an abyss:

"I've navigated a world full of problems, and then I've corrected them!"

"Every time, it's because of 'unfair rules' and 'divine arrogance'."

"So I stripped them of their power."

"Now, I've come to you because you—are the one suited to take control of the chessboard."

Aizen's gaze narrowed slightly, a mixture of barely suppressed fervor and composure flickering in his eyes.

"So, what do you want?"

"If you are not a savior, not a god, then why have you come?"

Ye lowered her eyes slightly and whispered:

"You are one of the few who truly understand the meaning of 'reboot'."

"If you are willing, I will give you strength."

"Not the power that belongs to me, but—the freedom that can shatter all restrictions and break through the root of all problems."

After a moment of silence, Aizen suddenly chuckled softly.

That laughter contained rationality, madness, and an irrepressible anticipation.

"You're crazy, Uchiha Yoru."

"But I... like this kind of madness."

In that instant, his eyes suddenly changed.

No more testing, no more guarding, just naked desire.

This power, though not spiritual pressure, can penetrate the very fabric of the soul and shake the very foundations of the world.

Domination, reconstruction, subversion—it seems to have been created for him.

"You want to... give me... this power?"

Aizen's voice was low and hoarse, as if he were suppressing the tremors of his soul.

Night nodded.

A fingertip landed lightly on Aizen's forehead.

The next moment.

Click--!

The seal that had been dormant deep within his soul shattered with a roar amidst the resonance of Chakra and spiritual pressure.

The shackles of the Soul King crumbled like broken monuments.

At the same time--

A blood-red and jet-black spiral eye slowly emerged in Aizen's right eye.

Mangekyō Sharingan- Kotoamatsukami.

Aizen murmured softly, like a page turned in an ancient book:

"A god different from the Soul King?"

Night turned away, its silhouette shrouded in the dark void, like the fulcrum of the world, leaving only its final words:

"You yearn to overthrow the Soul King."

"I—grant you power."

"From this moment forward, you are Death's spokesperson!"

Before the words were finished, a figure appeared in the sky, holding a sickle and looking puzzled.

--The power of the Shinigami in the Hokage world was originally untamable by humans because its essence is the origin of death.

Only through forbidden techniques can the other party be awakened.

Night, having merged the three Pocket Ninja World, has already grasped the key to reconstructing the laws of the world.

Thus, that power of death was sealed into Aizen's soul core—using the power of the Mangekyou Sharingan as a medium, spiritual pressure as an energy source, and Chakra as a container.

Jinchūriki of Hokage Aizen, has officially arrived!!

(Hidan: I want to become Jinchūriki the Jashin god too!!!)

Chakra and spiritual pressure collided violently within his body, yet strangely merged together.

A completely new power system quietly emerged within his body:

Spiritual pressure forms an outer shell, like armor protecting every inch of cell;

Chakra permeates the meridians, guiding the flow of energy, much like the nervous system directs energy.

The Sharingan serves as the central organ, directly reading and modifying the soul map;

That power of death became the black central axis that permeated everything, devouring, integrating, and evolving.

At this moment, Aizen is no longer a Shinigami, nor is he human.

Rather, it is a fusion with the soul as its axis, Chakra as its root, and spiritual pressure as its veins.

--A new human prototype that surpasses the Soul King and the Grim Reaper.

Aizen lowered his head and stared into his palm. A drop of blood, mixed with spiritual pressure and Chakra, appeared and then evaporated into nothingness.

He chuckled softly, a long-lost sentimentality mixed with an almost obsessive joy:

"What a wonderful gift..."

"This power can no longer be defined by 'rising'..."

A slow smile crept across his lips:

"Then let me see... how far this world can go."

"--When all order kneels before fate."