442.When Did Weaklings Like You Dare to Attack Me?

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"Boom!"

In an instant, the enormous golden sphere suspended high in the sky began to tremble violently under everyone's gaze. 

"Could it be...!" Ōnoki gasped, his voice heavy with dread. 

On the other side, Rasa, who was controlling the gold sand, wore an expression of disbelief as he muttered, 

"How is this possible?! How could he still struggle within my gold sand?!"

Cold sweat drenched Rasa's forehead as he pressed his palms together in desperation, veins bulging on his neck as he growled furiously. 

"Seal it! Seal it now!" 

"Magnet Release. Shattered Glass!"

Despite his frantic attempts to salvage the situation, it was already too late. 

"Boom—" 

A deafening sound tore through the dark night sky as though the heavens themselves had shattered. 

The massive golden sphere exploded into countless fragments, and the gold sand that composed it fell lifelessly to the ground, as if it had lost its master's control. 

The golden grains sparkled brilliantly under the moonlight, creating a dazzling display. 

Amid this radiant cascade, Aizen stood unharmed, his figure motionless in the air. His calm smile persisted, as if nothing had ever happened. 

If there were a slow-motion replay, it would capture the astonishment etched on the faces of every ninja below—shock and disbelief frozen in time. 

"So… this is Aizen's power?" 

On the edge of the rocky mountain, Uchiha Fugaku gazed up at the night sky, his handsome face pale and his voice trembling. 

Countless ninjas muttered like dreamers, their lips moving as they repeated the same words. 

"Is he… a god? He's too powerful…" 

Ōnoki slumped, his face filled with despair as he murmured, 

"Stronger than even Madara or the First Hokage… What are you!?"

Below, Jiraiya and Tsunade shared the same wide-eyed shock, but their expressions softened slightly, the tension easing just a little. 

"So, he really wasn't that easy to kill," Jiraiya muttered. 

Above the battlefield, Aizen stood like a deity. Golden sand drifted down around him like falling leaves, and he gazed at the ninjas below with a faint smile. 

"I've already told you," he said softly, "this kind of weak attack is meaningless to me." 

His half-lidded eyes glinted faintly as he added, 

"Well then, it's my turn now." 

As his words were carried away by the wind, Aizen calmly raised the blade of Kyōka Suigetsu before him. 

The sight of his movements triggered a wave of alarm among those who had faced Aizen before. 

"That posture…!" 

Ōnoki's pupils contracted, his expression grim as memories of past encounters with Aizen flooded back. 

Jiraiya's face turned deathly serious, his mind racing with suspicion. 

Is he about to use genjutsu? 

But against nearly a thousand people—how could anyone cast a genjutsu on such a scale? 

These thoughts flashed through Jiraiya's mind in an instant. Without time to dwell further, he urgently shouted. 

"Everyone, don't look directly at him! He's likely using genjutsu!" 

Despite Jiraiya's warning, his voice was one step too late. By the time his words reached the crowd, Aizen had already spoken. 

In a voice as soft and magnetic as a gentle hymn, he uttered. 

"Shatter, Kyōka Suigetsu." 

"Buzz—" 

Like a soft breeze caressing the battlefield, the gleaming blade of Kyōka Suigetsu seemed to flash under the moonlight—a faint glow that left no trace. 

Jiraiya had closed his eyes preemptively, but many others had not reacted in time. 

The battlefield was filled not just with Konoha's ninjas but also countless others from the allied villages, most of whom knew little about Aizen. 

Many doubted Jiraiya's words. 

A genjutsu cast on nearly a thousand people? That would take a god to pull off! 

Even if it were possible, genjutsu had countermeasures—did it not? 

"Whoosh—" 

High in the night sky, the wind howled. 

Aizen floated with an air of tranquility, a faint smile playing on his lips. His serene demeanor contrasted sharply with the tension and fear gripping the ninjas below. 

He glanced at Jiraiya, who had tightly shut his eyes, and his smile deepened. 

"While you've caught on to Kyōka Suigetsu's nature, I'm afraid, Jiraiya, your efforts are meaningless," Aizen murmured softly. 

He continued in a calm tone, 

"From the moment you were ensnared by Kyōka Suigetsu, there was no escaping its grasp." 

His eyes glimmered with amusement as he added, 

"Which is why Gin earned my admiration. That child spent a hundred years by my side, just to uncover Kyōka Suigetsu's activation conditions." 

With that, Aizen closed his eyes briefly, straightening his posture. He raised Kyōka Suigetsu horizontally with his right hand, exhaling softly. 

"No matter how clever you are, against absolute power, it's all for naught." 

The moment Aizen's words fell, Ōnoki's face twisted in horror. 

The instant Aizen raised his blade, his overwhelming aura surged, so powerful that even the most ordinary ninjas below could feel it. 

It was suffocating—like a colossal, invisible hand pressing down on the entire rocky mountain. 

Ōnoki's heart turned icy, and he shouted in panic, 

"Retreat immediately—!" 

His words were cut short. 

"Zing!" 

A magnetic, smooth voice filled the battlefield. 

"True power," Aizen said softly, "is far beyond what you can comprehend." 

Without warning, Aizen appeared behind Ōnoki. His smile was faint, and his sword moved with a glimmering arc. 

"Slash!" 

Blood sprayed across the sky, glistening like rubies under the moonlight. Ōnoki's face froze in disbelief as his body plummeted toward the ground. 

As he fell, his trembling eyes glanced toward the increasingly distant figure of Aizen. A deep sense of helplessness filled his heart. 

This… is Aizen Sōsuke? 

He's… too strong… 

Not far away, Rasa and Yagura watched in horror as Aizen appeared behind Ōnoki, cutting him down. Their faces darkened as they scrambled to form hand seals. 

But before they could act, a cold, magnetic voice rang beside their ears. 

"When did weaklings like you dare to attack me?" 

The voice was both a question and a sigh, indifferent and dismissive. 

The two froze, their faces pale, pupils shrinking to pinpricks. 

Don't move! If I move, I'll die! 

The same horrifying thought gripped both their minds. They could feel the sheer terror emanating from the figure behind them, paralyzing them completely. 

It was as if two tiny chicks stood before a colossal tyrannosaurus, knowing that escape was futile yet utterly powerless to act. 

Sweat poured from their foreheads, but neither dared to blink. 

Time seemed to stretch endlessly, every second an eternity.