Aizen vs. Shukaku (1)

Upon hearing Aizen's voice, the expression on Shukaku's face seemed to grow even more ferocious. It stared fixedly at Aizen, its gaping, blood-red maw dripping with saliva, as if it longed to tear him apart and devour him whole.

"I could never forget the scent of a guy like you! The hatred for the humiliation you inflicted upon me back then—today, you shall pay for it with your life!"

Shukaku glared at Aizen in a rage, its voice a low, thunderous roar.

It did not wait for Aizen to speak before launching its attack; fury had completely consumed its heart, and it could wait no longer.

"Whoosh—"

Shukaku slammed its palm down, the whistling wind sharp and piercing!

Facing this sudden assault, the members of Las Noches present tightened their gazes and moved instantly, while Aizen maintained a faint smile on his face, showing not a hint of panic.

"Eight Trigrams: Wave Palm!"

"Wood Release: Adamantine Wood Ingot!"

"Red Secret Technique: Performance of a Hundred Puppets!!"

"Boom—"

With a deafening crash, Shukaku's arm, wreathed in swirling sand and dust, came to a heavy halt in mid-air, as if blocked by an invisible barrier.

In the distance, the Konoha ninja hiding in the corners saw this scene and their pupils constricted, murmuring to themselves.

"This is..."

In mid-air, a giant tree as thick as Shukaku's arm erupted from the ground, growing and expanding suddenly to stand directly before the beast's limb.

Beside that giant tree, countless puppets floated silently in the air, a dark, overwhelming mass that made for a truly astonishing sight.

Beneath Shukaku's arm, Aizen stood quietly, a calm smile playing on his lips.

"Crack—crackle—"

As Nawaki's expression grew solemn, he clenched his locked fingers tightly!

The giant tree, which had been stalemated with Shukaku, suddenly surged and grew