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As everyone's attention remained on the dust cloud at the center of the battlefield, two heavy thuds resounded near Tsunade and the others.
"Bang!" "Bang!"
The sudden appearance of Minato and Ay shocked both the Konoha ninjas and the Cloud ninjas alike.
Tsunade immediately noticed the severity of their injuries at a glance, her pupils narrowing slightly. She quickly issued orders to those nearby in a firm tone.
"Evacuate and secure this area immediately! I need to treat their injuries right away!"
Nearby, Bee and Darui looked gravely at Ay, who was lying on the ground, their faces filled with concern.
"Cough... cough... Lady Tsunade, treat Ay first... I... I injured him by mistake... cough..."
Minato's pale face trembled as he spoke, his voice filled with guilt and despair. Even now, his expression was heavy with self-reproach.
"Aizen... is just too strong... I'm... sorry..."
Hearing Minato's words, Tsunade's shoulders trembled slightly. She replied softly,
"Don't worry. Neither of you will die."
She then fell silent, focusing on healing their wounds. Her head was lowered, hiding her current expression.
The surrounding Konoha and Cloud ninjas, after hearing Minato's words, also felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness.
Minato was right.
Aizen was too powerful.
Meanwhile, Jiraiya had reached the battlefield. His hand seals completed, he glanced briefly at Minato, now safely returned, before taking a scroll from behind his back. He flung it into the air.
The scroll unfurled midair, and Jiraiya took a deep breath, his chest swelling before he shouted.
"Fire Release. Black Oil Flame Bullet!"
"Boom!"
A massive flame, nearly tens of meters thick, roared forward, surging toward Aizen like an all-consuming inferno. The flames were so bright they illuminated the entire night sky.
But that wasn't all. As the flames merged with the scroll in midair, an overwhelming torrent of black oil erupted, coating the fire.
The flames, now seemingly tangible, formed a massive curtain of fire, resembling an enormous hand that grasped toward Aizen with incredible force.
Inspired by Jiraiya's attack, other ninjas from various villages joined in.
Moved by the efforts of Ay and Minato, they unleashed their most powerful jutsu toward Aizen.
At this moment, atop the rocky mountain, nearly a thousand ninjas from the Five Great Villages had gathered.
Although their individual powers varied, the combined strength of their jutsu vastly exceeded what Jiraiya could achieve alone.
"Fire Release. Great Flame Bomb!"
"Water Release. Shark Bullet Technique!"
"Wind Release. Severing Dance!"
"Earth Release. Earth Spire Lance!"
"Puppet Art. Black Secret Technique!"
In an instant, the sky became a dazzling array of colors as countless jutsu converged. The chaotic, kaleidoscopic spectacle painted the heavens as the attacks rained down toward Aizen.
At the same time, Rasa, standing beside Ōnoki, finally made his move. Spreading his arms wide, he summoned a massive surge of gold sand.
"Boom—"
The ground roared as torrents of gold sand erupted, forming towering waves that merged with the ninjas' attacks, crashing toward Aizen with relentless force.
Amid this relentless barrage, Aizen stood in the enormous crater left by Ay's earlier strike. He gazed up at the incoming storm of jutsu—resembling a meteor shower—with calm indifference.
"Heh..."
"Even with all of this, it's still far too fragile. Perhaps... it's because you're so weak that you can't even comprehend it."
With a faint smile, he murmured,
"Well, it's about time. Shino should be arriving soon. Let's end this here."
As Aizen spoke to himself, he did something unexpected—he didn't retreat. Instead, he rose into the air, flying toward the barrage of jutsu.
Everyone was stunned by his action, unsure of his intentions. However, one thought united them all. they needed to bring Aizen down as soon as possible.
With this determination, the ninjas intensified their attacks, releasing even more chakra.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
As Aizen ascended, the roaring wind filled his ears, and the dazzling curtain of jutsu nearly lit up the entire sky before him.
This was the definition of overwhelming power—an attack that blotted out the heavens.
Aizen stood silently in midair, his expression unchanged, like a deity looking down upon mortals.
"Boom!" "Whoosh!" "Crash!"
The sound of jutsu slicing through the air grew louder.
Blazing flames, crackling lightning, howling winds, solid earth, and sharp torrents of water—all five elemental techniques converged on him in an unstoppable wave.
On the rocky mountain below, the ninjas prayed that their combined efforts would end this monstrous threat.
"Boom—!"
The black-oil flames and golden sand struck together, creating an explosion of immense magnitude. Aizen, however, smirked with disdain as the attacks neared.
"Fwoosh—!"
Suddenly, a layer of white, fiery chakra surged around Aizen's body. He raised a single finger, murmuring softly.
"Bakudō #81. Dankū."
In that moment, an eerie, metallic sound echoed across the battlefield.
"Zzzing!"
The ninjas below stared in shock as an enormous transparent barrier, stretching from the ground to the heavens, materialized over the dark mountain, cutting through the night sky.
The barrier was so massive that compared to it, the ninjas looked like insignificant ants.
As the wave of jutsu crashed into the barrier...
"Boom!" "Crack!"
The attacks exploded in bright flashes, illuminating the sky with fire and lightning. Yet, the barrier remained unscathed.
The black-oil flames and golden sand collided against it with tremendous force, but the barrier didn't budge, as if their attacks were nothing more than a futile tantrum before a giant.
Silence blanketed the battlefield.
The ninjas, watching the man standing high in the air with an indifferent smile, felt a chill grip their hearts.
The man seemed less like a mortal and more like a god, watching their struggles as if they were nothing more than an amusing fireworks display.
None of them could deny his overwhelming power.
From a corner of the battlefield, Uchiha Fugaku and his clan, newly arrived, witnessed the scene with wide eyes.
The reflection of Aizen, god-like in the sky, filled their gaze with awe and terror.
Just as despair threatened to take hold, a rumbling sound interrupted the silence.
"Rumble—"
Ōnoki, who had yet to act, clasped his hands together.
His sharp eyes locked onto Aizen, and though his stature was small, his presence seemed as unyielding as a mountain. He growled.
"Earth Release. Mountain Stone Technique!"
The sides of the mountain surged upward, forming two enormous cliffs that rose even higher than Aizen.
"Merge!"
Ōnoki slammed his palms together, and the towering cliffs began to collapse inward, aiming to crush Aizen between them.
Aizen, intrigued, glanced at the cliffs and chuckled.
"A familiar move, Ōnoki.
"Years ago, during your invasion of Konoha, you used this same technique."
His eyes glinted as he continued,
"Don't you remember? It was me who stopped it back then."
With those words, Aizen raised his hand, whispering.
"Bakudō #73. Tōzanshō."
A massive, inverted, blue crystalline structure materialized, glowing with an otherworldly light. It radiated beauty and strength, effortlessly halting the collapsing cliffs.