Location – Kumogakure Ruins
Anyway, the Cloud Village was fucked. There was no other way to say it. Aizen Sōsuke had certainly left his mark on the village—it was fully destroyed. His shadow clone by now should be taking the Two-Tails, alongside the Cloud tools—the ones that apparently used to be tools of the Sage of Six Paths.
He would need them. They would prove useful.
Seijuro watched as the Raikage's brow furrowed in sheer anger, his Lightning Cloak growing more feral as his teeth seed to be getting stronger.
In those ogaverse books, he would probably be considered an alpha, and this shitty-ass transformation would be his "alpha transformation" BS.
Man even used his famous Hell Stab, planning to skewer Aizen alive.
Aizen turned his head slightly. The Rinnegan glowed coldly.
He caught the blow with his bare palm.
BOOOOM!!
The sheer force sent a shockwave through the air, shattering whatever was left of the stone spires nearby.
Aizen's robe fluttered wildly—but his body didn't move an inch.
"Oh?" he said casually. "That was adorable."
Ay blinked. He stopped it?
The old man was confused... no one could stop his Hell Stab so easily... though sothing else felt off... his chakra... it felt like soone was draining that shit.
Yet Aizen didn't give him ti to think, as he twisted his wrist slightly and pushed, sending the Raikage skidding backward, digging trenches in the cracked ground with his heels.
"Tch... you're durable," Aizen noted, eyes scanning the man clinically. "Let's test that."
Without wasting another breath, Aizen switched paths—his chakra flickering. Rinnegan shifted.
Animal Path.
With a single hand seal, the ground shook.
POOF!
In bursts of smoke and chakra, massive beasts erupted from the destroyed terrain like demons from the underworld:
A giant multi-headed dog, its growls splitting the air.
A massive bird with razor wings and explosive feathers.
A rhino-like juggernaut, armored and furious.
A giant crustacean, skittering with massive pincers.
And then—
"Summoning: Manda."
"Summoning: Garaga."
Twin titanic serpents burst forth.
Garaga hissed with fury, baring his fangs. "Tch, again?!"
Manda, seeing the battlefield, let out a bored groan. "This again. You better pay double this ti."
"Keep them busy," Aizen ordered flatly.
The snakes rely nodded. Aizen watched as Kumo shinobi were being slaughtered by the thousands... the ground was being dyed a blood-red color, Kumo shinobi blood was being spilled.
Thousands upon thousands of ninja were being slaughtered. Manda and Garaga were allowed to eat any and all humans who got close... so a lot, and I do an, a lot of Cloud shinobi were being eaten.
And with the fact the Cloud was already fucked being a fact... yeah, even if Aizen died now, the Cloud would be crippled enough that they wouldn't be able to participate in a war in this lifeti.(80 year and that only iff no internal politic or the other nation don't attack them)
This was how badly Aizen fucked them over... no lube.
So anyway, enough about how Seijuro was treating the Cloud like those fat apartnt owners in NTR stories when the won are alone in their house—bonus if their husband's work required them to be out of the house for a long-ass period of ti.
And extra points if the apartnt owner was also bald.
Back to Ay.
The Raikage ca at him again—this ti faster. Blitzing the air with Hell Stab – Four Fingers, then Three, then Two in rapid succession.
Aizen weaved.
Dodged.
Countered.
With every strike, Aizen began coating his arm in Wind Release. More like Wind Chakra—the Kage's armor was made of lightning, so to counter it, he would use wind.
A lot of it.
Fūton: Celestial Rend
Ay's Lightning Armor clashed with it.
And the wind cut through.
Each punch Aizen landed now punched past the Raikage's armor. He didn't care about power—he cared about precision. One blow to the ribs. One to the collarbone. A twist to the shoulder socket.
The Raikage grunted, spitting blood.
But kept fighting.
"Hah... good. Finally," Aizen smiled. "A workout."
Ay snarled and roared—his entire body flaring, lightning growing so dense it looked like a storm cloud was forming around him.
"Raiton no Yoroi – Maximum Limit Break!!"
BOOOOM!!
The entire battlefield trembled as the Third Raikage exploded forward at his highest speed—his body literally tearing apart the air with each movent.
He struck Aizen full-on, finally landing a blow to his face.
The result?
A crater ford behind Aizen's head from the force.
Aizen paused.
Turned his face back.
Unhard.
Aizen simply tanked the blow. He looked at the Kage with a fairly disappointed expression.
"Your blows feel quite weak," he said calmly, then looked Ay in the eyes before:
{Almighty Push}
And just like that, the Kage was sent flying through five buildings and a mountain.
The mountain behind the Raikage collapsed.
Sealing arrays shattered from the raw pressure.
And above them all—clouds parted. Like a god in the sky, Aizen Sōsuke could be seen, his expression rather bored.
His Rinnegan spun, absorbing light itself.
"...So," he muttered, "will this be your grave... or your beginning?"
Ay slowly stood, blood dripping down his arm.
His Lightning Armor cracked. His breathing labored.
But his glare?
Untouched.
Unbroken.
Good... 'cause Seijuro was going to have fun breaking him...
Hahahahahaha... heheheh.
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