Meanwhile, Aizen, having left the Kōki family, bypassed Konoha's barrier and left the Konoha. He traveled all the way to a black market in the Land of Fire.
This black market was hidden beneath a casino, which above it was a chaotic and shady establishment, providing excellent cover for the underground black market.
When Aizen entered the black market, he saw that the exchange was filled with menacing-looking people with fierce expressions.
They drank and chatted, but a closer look revealed that although they appeared relaxed, their eyes were darting around, constantly alert to their surroundings.
Aizen also noticed that after he entered the exchange, everyone present would occasionally glance at him, carefully observing him.
However, he didn't care. In his perception, everyone present was just a nobody, the highest being Chunin, not even Jonin, not worth his attention. Unfortunately, sometimes things don't go as planned; he didn't provoke others, but others took the initiative to provoke him.
One of the people who had been sitting in the corner drinking, whether drunk or seeing that Aizen was a new face, spoke tauntingly.
"Kid, this place, this place, isn't for someone like you who's used to living a life of luxury. Judging by your demeanor, and your clothes, and that mask you're wearing, you're not some nobleman, are you? I never expected a nobleman to come to such a filthy, dark place." The burly man's words were punctuated by hiccups.
"As expected, you noble lords aren't necessarily more noble than us."
This burly man, perhaps having been wronged by nobles, assumed Aizen was a nobleman because of his well-dressed appearance and noble demeanor, and then proceeded to speak haltingly and relentlessly to mock Aizen.
Not only was mockery not enough, but he also staggered towards Aizen, seemingly wanting to hurl further curses.
As the drunkard slowly walked to the middle, his steps suddenly became measured. He stomped his foot on the ground and charged towards Aizen with lightning speed. "Got it."
"I told you, there's no need to be so careful with these young chicks, just kill them directly."
At this moment, the drunkard spoke clearly, showing no trace of his previous slurred speech.
It turns out that this person was faking his drunkenness, and his resentment towards the nobles was also fake. He just liked to target people who were new to the exchange and unfamiliar with the exchange. He even had a "reputation" in the exchange as a "newbie killer".
Many newcomers, unaware of his presence, were approached under a pretext, killed instantly, and then their belongings were looted before their bodies were left to rot in the wilderness.
Now this rookie assassin has his eye on Aizen, thinking that Aizen's gentle and refined appearance makes him easy to deal with.
Those standing nearby looked regretful after seeing the assassin successfully approach Aizen. Of course, don't misunderstand, they weren't feeling sorry for Aizen, but rather for why it wasn't them who got attacked.
Just as the assassin successfully approached Aizen and was about to draw his sword to cut off Aizen's head, he found that his sword stopped at Aizen's neck, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not advance an inch, as if there was an invisible wall blocking his sword.
The bizarre scene before him cooled the somewhat hot-blooded assassin. Cold sweat gradually beaded on his forehead as he realized he had seemingly provoked someone extraordinary. The onlookers, who had been waiting to watch the spectacle, also sensed something was amiss and their expressions became cautious.
"It's pathetic that only ants, unable to perceive the difference in power, would dare to attack a dragon."
Aizen glanced at the blade pressed against his neck, then ignored it and continued walking towards the counter, leaving the assassin frozen in place, still brandishing his sword.
Those around Aizen, seeing that he made no move, assumed he was acting out of Aizen and breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help mocking him. " Segawa, finally you've hit a brick wall. You're really unlucky. But I didn't expect that person to let you go. That's quite unexpected."
"Yes, yes, kindness doesn't earn respect here; it only earns ridicule."
"This guy who looks like a nobleman, has he never killed anyone before? Is he still a virgin? Hahaha."
The people in the gold exchange never valued kindness or compassion; they only believed in strength and bloodshed. The man they called Segawa remained motionless, and slowly, the laughter of those who had been laughing heartily ceased.
Someone who seemed to know Segawa well couldn't help but walk over to Segawa to check on him.
Suddenly he heard Aizen's voice.
"I can forgive your ignorance, but offending something that shouldn't be offended is unforgivable."
Upon hearing Aizen's words, he couldn't help but look in Aizen's direction, but he didn't see Aizen at all; all he saw was a sky full of pink cherry blossoms.
A series of "thump, thump" sounds echoed through the empty gold exchange. The person in charge of the gold exchange, watching the figures fall one by one, felt a chill rise from his feet to his head.
At that moment, Aizen walked to the counter of the exchange shop, looked at the dazed manager in front of him, and gently tapped the table twice.
However, the person in charge of the gold exchange did not react at all; his dilated pupils and trembling hands revealed his deep fear.
Aizen didn't seem to mind and continued speaking gently to the person in charge of the exchange, "Hello, I'd like to see what bounties are currently available."
Aizen's words startled the person in charge, who was gripped by fear. Looking at the spotless, elegantly dressed figure before him, he hurriedly and tremblingly retrieved a mission manual from under the counter, which listed various missions and their bounties.
Seeing the mission manual laid out in front of him, Aizen began to read it with great interest.
The person in charge in front of him was still in shock. He saw the severed limbs and blood behind Aizen, and everyone who had been drinking and laughing just moments before had fallen in an instant. This scene filled him with dread.
He felt as if he had entered hell, but the smell of blood in the air told him that he was still in the human world.
"Alright, I'll choose this mission. Also, give me a copy of the mission details."
The sudden voice interrupted the man in charge of the exchange. After calming his fear, he looked at the task Aizen had indicated and replied, "Sir, your mission is to infiltrate Kumogakure Jonin Aizen Mano Seiichiro. Since it involves both infiltration and assassination, if you need our intelligence, we will charge an additional deposit as a fee for providing the information."
"In that case, I'll hand over all the valuables on those ants behind me to you. I suppose their wealth should be enough as a deposit." For Aizen, it was just making use of waste, but for the person in charge, it was a large sum of money.
"Yes, no problem, sir. I don't know how to address you." At this moment, the person in charge had lost his fear and instead showed a greedy smile.
" Aizen." After saying that, Aizen took the information he had obtained and walked out of the exchange.
"Yes, Aizen," the person in charge bowed to Aizen as he left, his expression a mixture of greed and respect.
As Aizen turned to leave, he thought about the Genjutsu he had used under the Five Senses Manipulation when he had just eliminated the weaker enemies.
" Genjutsu: Senbonzakura," a technique imitated by Kuchiki Byakuya, is both beautiful and cruel, which suits his gentle and refined temperament and is also a suitable way for those ants to die.