Shirou's clones number 30 million

After the image on the light screen lasted for more than ten seconds, the voices of Sanzen Kaishirou came out simultaneously:

"These are some of my memories, and also some of the battles I've experienced in the past."

"Looking back, those battles are still vivid in my mind..."

"Everyone has a past they consider extraordinary, and everyone has memories they cherish. This performance is a tribute to my past."

Great!

Shirou Shirazawa stared at the numerous light screens on the stage, unconsciously thinking:

Did this guy from the Three Thousand Realms do this on purpose because he knew his sudden promotion would draw criticism?

In front of the gods, he deliberately played some of his own great achievements to silence those who were dissatisfied.

As expected of me, this approach is a perfectly legitimate and aboveboard scheme.

After a long while, the performance of Sanzen Kaishirou ended, and all the light screens disappeared at the same time, turning into a beam of golden light that reassembled into human form and landed on the stage.

"Please excuse my poor performance; this is the best I could come up with in a rush. Since we didn't discuss it beforehand, is anyone willing to volunteer to perform a second act?"

"If not, then let's end the performance here."

"I'll do it!" Aizen appeared on the stage instantly. "How could I be absent from an occasion like this?"

"Oh...? What kind of performance are you going to give?" Sanzen Kaishirou asked with great interest.

"I've improved my kendo a lot recently, so I'll perform a dance routine."

"Alright, the stage is yours now. As someone who frequently hosts banquets, you have far more experience than I do."

Aizen nodded slightly, and only after Sanzen Shirou left did he speak again:

"It's a bit boring to wield a sword alone. I wonder if anyone here would be willing to join me?"

Orihime Inoue quickly looked around; if no one raised their hand, she would do it herself.

In such a situation, we can't let Aizen-sensei be too embarrassed.

"I'll do it!"

Tenryu Shirou suddenly spoke, and beside him, Kuina had already raised her right hand.

"Kuina, you are still in the learning stage and have not yet reached the level where you can go on stage. Sword dance and kendo have some similarities, so just observe carefully from the sidelines."

Tianlong Renlang jumped onto the stage and said with a smile:

"This place is too small, it's a bit cramped. I hope you won't mind if we expand the stage a little?"

"It's alright, please." Aizen gestured.

Unlimited Blade Works!

The dragon lad uttered a soft incantation, and in the next instant, Unlimited Blade Works unfolded, enveloping everyone present, the table, and the food.

It looks much the same as before, but the courtyard and buildings have all disappeared. Looking up, there is only an endless white snowfield and swords scattered everywhere on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, large snowflakes began to fall from the sky, and the accumulated snow on the ground rushed towards Aizen.

"please!"

Aizen drew his Kyoka Suigetsu sword from his waist and with a gentle slash, the overwhelming snow instantly vanished, turning into snowflakes.

Aizen leaped lightly, running towards the Celestial Dragon Shirou through the snowflakes.

Because it was a sword dance performance, he deliberately slowed down his movements so that everyone could see them.

At the same time, some techniques were also employed, and each movement was carefully studied, not for strength, but for beauty.

As he spun, more than ten sword energies attacked Tianlong Renlang from all directions simultaneously.

"Kojiro's Swallow Return? That's a beautiful sword stance."

Tianlong Renlang smiled slightly, and the snow beneath his feet transformed into fifteen ferocious beasts, extinguishing the sword energy, yet his momentum remained undiminished.

Dragons, lions, tigers... a host of white creatures made of snow charged toward Aizen like an army of thousands.

Aizen danced again, and more than a dozen illusory figures appeared beside the animal, slashing it down with his sword.

"So beautiful... I suddenly want to learn swordsmanship." Yuri Tensho murmured to herself, her eyes filled with longing.

Shiro Shiro turned around and glanced at her, then shook his head with a smile.

It was probably just a whim, so there's no need to worry about it too much.

However, after watching this sword dance, some of the attendees might develop a liking for swords.

On another note, are all the others going to have to perform on stage later?

If that were to happen, I would be in a difficult position.

Embarrassingly, he didn't have any noteworthy performances to put on stage.

Thinking of this, Shirou Hakutaku unconsciously moved a few steps closer to Sun Wukong.

"Little monkey, do you want to come up on stage with me to perform later?"

"Huh...? The two of us?"

"Yes, just the two of us."

Why are you looking for me?

"Because you're the closest to me."

"No, what I mean is, what kind of show are you going to perform? How come you all decided in advance, but you kept it from me?"

Hearing this, Shirou Shirawa chuckled and whispered:

"You may have misunderstood. I don't know about others, but I definitely did not consult with anyone."

"So... what's the program you've prepared?"

"I think the two of us can leverage our individual strengths and make a name for ourselves."

"That makes sense! What are you going to perform?"

“I think our performance must not be the same as anyone else’s; it must be unique.”

"Nonsense! So, what exactly are you trying to act?"

At this point, Sun Wukong suddenly realized something and couldn't help but say:

"You wouldn't be so desperate for ideas for a show that you're just trying to piggyback on my suggestions, would you?"

"Uh...that's it."

"Aren't you overestimating me? You can't figure it out, but I can?"

"I believe you."

"Stop talking nonsense and think of something... I've got it! How about performing a scene where you break a boulder on your chest?"

“This joke isn’t funny at all.” Shirou Shiro was speechless.

"Haha... I think it's quite interesting."

Sun Wukong laughed for a while, then said again:

"A performance is nothing more than singing and dancing. Since the sword dance has already been performed, let's perform singing instead."

"Okay, what should we sing?"

"I don't know, I'm not good at singing. You sing, and I'll do somersaults to liven things up."

"Uh... let's change the program."

Chapter 570 Earth as the Musical Instrument Plate, Flowers as the Strings

Chapter 571, Section 570: Earth as a Musical Instrument, Flowers as Strings

The two looked at each other, lost in thought.

After a long silence, Shirou Shirazawa suddenly spoke:

“I’ve got it! I’ll play the zither, and you can demonstrate your martial arts. Let everyone see that the charm of fists and feet is in no way inferior to sword skills.”

"Good...! It's good, but the first two rounds created such a great atmosphere that a simple martial arts performance wouldn't stand out." Sun Wukong pondered.

"In that case, let's expand the scale. I won't use the zither anymore."

As Shirou Shirazawa thought, he said:

"Use the earth as the soundboard and the flowers, grass and trees on the ground as the strings to play a melody of heaven and earth."

"it is good!"

Sun Wukong couldn't help but shout, and said with a smile:

"Such music is perfectly adequate as part of the performance program."

"It seems I must use my most secret martial arts skills, otherwise I really won't be worthy of your music."

"Then it's settled." Shirou Shiro smiled slightly. "Once the two of them come down, the two of us will go up and start the third round."

"no problem."

Not far away on the snow, Aizen's sword dance was also coming to an end.

Finally, the battle ended with Hua Guang slaying the giant snowman with his sword.

Amidst the swirling snowflakes, the Celestial Dragon Man dispelled the Infinite Sword Technique, and those present returned from the boundless snowfield to the courtyard.

Applause erupted, and amidst the applause, Aizen and the other person walked off the stage.

"Anyone volunteering for the third round?"

"I'll do it!"

Shirou Hakusawa teleported simultaneously and appeared on the stage.

"Are you two... going to fight for the third match, or have you already planned it?" Sanzen Kaishirou looked at the two of them in surprise.

"Well... we just discussed it and decided to perform together."

"Alright, the stage is now in your hands."