"So," Moegi said, tightening her grip on her kunai as she looked at the Digimon stirring around them once more.
"Let's do what we can. Clear out these monsters, ease the pressure on the village, and give the children somewhere a little safer to stay!"
"Just what I had in mind." Aizen nodded. His haori stirred without a breeze, and an unseen pressure spread from him.
They stood shoulder to shoulder again and met the surging Dark Digimon Horde.
Moegi unleashed Wood Style and Genjutsu together, blending offense and defense. Aizen made it look effortless.
He moved like a phantom. A seemingly casual step, a sweep of his sleeve, or a flick of his finger sent sharp blades of energy or precise bolts of lightning flashing out, tearing apart the Digimon that lunged at him with astonishing efficiency.
Even in the thick of battle, he remained unhurried, as though the slaughter before him were no more than a leisurely game.
Yet when no one was watching, Aizen's gaze occasionally turned toward Blackstone Mountain beyond the village.
Even from this distance, he could sense the terrifying clash of scarlet, icy blue, fiery red, and deathly white energies. Violent waves of power kept rolling in.
Deep in his eyes, his gentle smile had long since given way to cold mockery.
Myotismon... Hmph. A wild beast that can't be tamed, and far too full of himself.
He gained a little power and now thinks he can break away from Nine Nether, set up on his own, and even use Kirigakure? Utterly foolish. He's digging his own grave.
He casually sent a bolt of White Lightning through a Devidramon attacking from behind while calmly assessing the distant battle:
*Sakazuki's Lava Style is fierce and explosive. Aokiji's Ice Style offers unmatched control. Smoker's Boil Style