Not Worth Mentioning

Hearing Aizen's words, Orochimaru's snake-like pupils flickered slightly. He couldn't help but lick his lips, thinking to himself.

As expected, Sosuke... no... Aizen... you know something!

Jiraiya, standing to the side, slowly smoothed the look of shock from his face. He stared at Aizen with a grave expression and said in a deep voice.

"Regardless of what you know, Aizen, there is no doubt that your way of thinking is far too dangerous!"

As he spoke, he slowly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, they were filled with determination. He continued in a low tone.

"Today, we will stop you here once and for all!"

"Whoosh—"

As his voice faded, a breeze swept across the clearing. Under the heavy night, the surrounding eerie trees rustled, filling the air with a murderous atmosphere.

Sakumo stood to the side without a word, his only arm placed behind his back, his palm gripping the short blade at his waist. His expression was heavy.

Orochimaru and Tsunade also stood on either side, surrounding Aizen in the center with solemn looks.

Aizen wore a faint smile, glancing nonchalantly at the four people encircling him. He chuckled softly.

"Your thinking is too naive, Jiraiya. Do you really believe that the four of you alone can stop me?"

Hearing this, everyone present felt their expressions darken.

Just then.

A sudden sound of something breaking through the air erupted from the dark forest nearby.

"Whoosh—"

A violent gust of wind surged from the woods toward the group, kicking up dust and sending air currents whistling.

Everyone instinctively raised their hands to shield themselves from the wind and sand, squinting their eyes as they stared intently at the clearing.

"Boom!"

With a loud crash, the ground in the center of the clearing suddenly collapsed. From within the