When Jiraiya's voice fell.
Sakumo and Orochimaru's pupils contracted, but they had no time to react.
A cool, indifferent voice slowly came from behind Sakumo.
"Reckless behavior is always tiresome."
"Sakumo, have you decided to die?"
The voice sounded right beside Sakumo's ear. At some point, Aizen had appeared behind him, one hand resting lightly on his back.
At that moment, Sakumo's life and death were entirely in his hands.
Cold sweat covered Sakumo's forehead, and his breathing grew labored.
A long while after Aizen had spoken, Sakumo finally calmed down. He glanced over his shoulder, determination flashing in his eyes, and said in a low voice,
"Even if I die, I'll drag you to Hell with me, Aizen!"
As he spoke, he abruptly reversed his grip on the White Fang in his hand and drove it toward himself with all his strength!
"Thud!"
The sharp blade pierced his body, aiming to kill Aizen behind him as well!
However, the moment Sakumo moved, Aizen had already leaped backward. His plan failed.
The sharp White Fang was buried in his chest, and bright red blood gradually spread across his clothes.
His face was deathly pale, his forehead covered in beads of sweat. He knelt weakly on the ground, barely able to support himself.
Seeing this, Orochimaru's expression grew slightly grim. His voice was hoarse as he called out,
"Sakumo!"
Sakumo shook his head at him and replied weakly,
"I'm fine..."
Then he glanced at Aizen, whose expression remained calm. His eyes struggled to stay open, and his voice trembled as he said,
"I'll avenge Kojika and the others, Aizen."
Hearing this, Aizen gently shook his head and said softly,
"If that's all you have to hold on to, you'll never be able to reach me, let alone take revenge."
After speaking,