Aizen paid Tsunade no further attention.
He knew Tsunade's Medical Ninjutsu should be enough to completely heal her injuries. Still, his mood was rather sour.
"Tap!"
He slowly walked forward, stopping not far in front of Jiraiya and the others.
Seeing this, Jiraiya and the others grew heavyhearted. Fortunately, Tsunade was all right. If anything had happened to her, he would never have forgiven himself.
"Come at me together. I don't want to keep having such a boring fight."
Aizen lifted his head slightly and glanced at everyone present, his voice calm.
His hands remained in his pockets. Even facing the four people before him, he showed no intention of drawing Kyoka Suigetsu.
At his words, Jiraiya and the others' expressions turned serious. They exchanged glances, thinking to themselves:
Now they were about to face a serious Aizen!
At the thought, Jiraiya's gaze grew grave.
"Thump!"
He bit his finger, drew a bright red mark on the ground, swiftly formed Hand Seals, and slammed his palm down.
As a cloud of white smoke rose, two toads—one male and one female, both resembling humans—appeared on his shoulders.
"What did you summon us for this time, little Jiraiya?"
The female toad spoke. She was still wearing her pajamas and looked half-asleep.
Hearing her, Jiraiya gave a bitter smile and hurriedly replied:
"I'm sorry for disturbing you at this hour, Sage Shima, but only you two can help us."
As soon as Jiraiya finished speaking, a deep, elderly voice followed.
"Don't fall asleep. The trouble little Jiraiya is facing this time must be no small matter. Little Jiraiya, your enemy is Sosuke, isn't he?"
On Jiraiya's left shoulder, Sage Fukasaku stared gravely at Aizen, who stood calmly not far ahead, and spoke in a low voice.
At his words, Sage Shima's drowsiness vanished.