Hearing Aizen's deeply magnetic voice, Deidara was overwhelmed by a profound sense of helplessness.
His face filled with shock as he looked at Aizen, who had silently appeared behind him. His lips moved slightly, yet he could not utter a reply.
Or rather, he simply had no idea how to face the situation before him.
Because the situation was simply too bizarre.
Neither C3 nor the clay puppets from before had had the slightest effect on Aizen.
High in the sky, standing atop the back of the enormous white crane, Deidara recalled what Ōnoki had once told him and could not help feeling oppressed.
Only after truly clashing with Aizen did he understand that feeling of despair.
No matter what technique he used, it had no effect whatsoever!
No matter what strategy he adopted, every one of his actions seemed to have long been under the other party's control!
Helplessness was Deidara's deepest realization at that moment.
This feeling was even more profound than when he had faced Uchiha Itachi, who possessed the Mangekyō Sharingan!
At that thought, a flash of inspiration suddenly struck Deidara's mind!
If the other party was using genjutsu, then... it was time for this to come in handy!
As a breeze swept past, a trace of confidence returned to Deidara's face. He abruptly revealed the other eye that had always been hidden beneath his bangs.
"Although I don't know how you managed to evade my C3, before this eye of mine, none of your genjutsu will have any meaning!"
Deidara turned his head and stared solemnly at Aizen behind him as he spoke in a deep voice.
The left eye that had always been hidden beneath his bangs was now exposed to everyone's sight.
A tiny telescope was embedded in Deidara's left eye, as though