Let Go

As he spoke, Aizen slowly drew Kyoka Suigetsu from his waist.

The snow-white blade shimmered with a chilling, icy gleam under the moonlight, refracting an intimidating coldness.

He held Kyoka Suigetsu slowly in front of him, the blade standing perfectly upright, displaying it before everyone present.

Seeing this, the crowd was slightly taken aback.

This gesture...!?

Watching Aizen perform this familiar action, various thoughts flashed through everyone's minds.

Just then, Jiraiya, his brow furrowed tightly, suddenly said in a deep voice.

"It's a genjutsu!"

"Lord Fukasaku, Lady Sage Shima, this is likely the technique Aizen uses to cast his genjutsu. We must stop him!"

Hearing Jiraiya's words, the others nearby were also startled. Connecting this to Aizen's previous actions, they immediately felt Jiraiya's analysis was spot on.

Aizen, however, paid no mind, a faint smile remaining on his face throughout.

To him, he only needed to hypnotize those two legendary Toad Sages, and that was no difficult task.

Jiraiya and Dai watched Aizen's movements and both prepared to attack.

"Bang!"

Dai's figure vanished from his spot, charging toward Aizen amidst a cloud of dust.

Jiraiya did not hesitate either. As he sprinted toward Aizen, his hands moved rapidly to form Art Seals, and he whispered.

"Lord Fukasaku, Lady Sage Shima, I'll leave it to you!"

Hearing his words, Fukasaku and Sage Shima, perched on his shoulders, replied in deep voices.

"Rest assured, little Jiraiya, we will coordinate with you to defeat him!"

With that, they began forming Art Seals in unison with Jiraiya.

As the Art Seals were completed, Jiraiya puffed out his cheeks and spat forward violently.

A stream of pitch-black oil flew rapidly toward Aizen. Simultaneously, Fukasaku and Sage Shima, positioned on either side of Jiraiya's shoulders, also spat out their own attacks.

One spat a powerful gust