The End (1)

The white radiance swirling around Aizen slowly faded away.

Having dealt with Dai, he no longer needed to expend such vast amounts of chakra to fight, especially with Kyoka Suigetsu at his disposal.

Hearing Jiraiya's words, he lowered his gaze slightly, his face devoid of any unnecessary expression.

In the distance, Sage Fukasaku, perched on Jiraiya's shoulder, was taken aback by the statement and asked in a deep voice.

"Little Jiraiya, what are you thinking? Do you not intend to make a move!?"

Jiraiya slowly shook his head, his voice raspy.

"Even if I were to stop him, I fear I could never bring him back. His heart is simply no longer here..."

"My apologies, Lord Fukasaku, Lady Shima. I have truly caused you both trouble this time."

Hearing this, both Fukasaku and Shima were stunned. Sage Fukasaku shook his head, glanced at Aizen, and said in a low, measured tone.

"But if we do not stop him here, Konoha will likely suffer severe losses because of him."

Jiraiya let his hands hang at his sides, his eyes calm and his voice grave.

"Sakumo and the others and I will stop him in our own way. Rest assured, my Lords."

As he spoke, his expression remained remarkably calm. Sage Shima looked hesitant, her voice filled with worry.

"Little Jiraiya..."

Fukasaku took a long look at Jiraiya and said solemnly.

"I understand. Remember, no matter what happens, you will always be the most outstanding disciple of Mount Myoboku, Little Jiraiya!"

With that, he glanced at Sage Shima beside him and said with gravity.

"Let us go, Shima."

Hearing this, Shima still hesitated and urged.

"But what about Little Jiraiya..."

Fukasaku shook his head at her and said in a low voice.

"Leave it to him to handle. Trust in Little Jiraiya!"