Naruto: Sasuke Uchiha Returns from Soul Society

"Probably comparable to the ordinary captain-level Shinigami in the Gotei 13."

"A regular captain?!"

Killer Bee's temple throbbed. Although he didn't understand the specific meaning of the word, the obvious condescension in the other person's tone made him extremely uncomfortable.

"Damn it! Idiot! I'm the perfect Jinchūriki of the Eight-Tails! Yay!"

He put the seven ninja swords back in their places and assumed an attack stance.

"Hehe..." Aizen chuckled and raised his Zanpakuto.

"In that case, please don't hold back any longer."

"Unleash the power you've been hiding, the true form known as the 'Tailed Beast,' without reservation."

His voice held a hint of anticipation, "Let me see just how high people in this world can reach."

Killer Bee's expression turned serious. In his normal state, even if he used all his skills, he couldn't harm his opponent in the slightest.

"Bi, don't hesitate!" The Eight-Tails' voice inside him was deep and menacing. "This guy is dangerous! If we don't go all out, we'll all die here!"

"I see!"

Killer Bee responded in his mind, then took a deep breath, and his chakra erupted like a flood!

A dark red chakra storm surged into the sky centered on him, and Killer Bee's figure rapidly expanded and mutated within the storm.

In the blink of an eye, a gigantic bull monster, as large as a mountain and with eight octopus-like tentacles and tails, stood tall.

"Oh?"

Aizen looked up at the colossal beast that blotted out the sky, his interest growing even stronger.

"Is this what they call a tailed beast?"

"Enough with the nonsense!"

The Eight-Tails roared, and the Yin-Yang chakra in its mouth began to gather wildly, compressing the black energy ball to its limit in a very short time.

"go to hell!!!"

With a deafening roar, the black orb containing world-destroying power hurtled toward Aizen's location.

But Aizen remained standing there, neither dodging nor avoiding, simply watching the rapidly enlarging black sphere with a gentle smile on his face.

"boom--!!!"

The earth-shattering explosion resounded through the sky, and a mushroom cloud rose up, obscuring the heavens.

Ya-Tails squinted, looking at the area in front of him that was being swallowed by smoke and fire.

"Is it resolved?" Killer Bee asked in his mind.

"To be hit by a Tailed Beast Ball without any resistance from the front, even the Raikage wouldn't be able to survive." The Eight-Tails' voice was certain. "An attack of this magnitude would absolutely leave nothing but ashes."

Kirabi let out a long sigh of relief and prepared to head towards the other side of the battlefield.

The situation on Yugito's side seems to be not good; we must go and provide support as soon as possible.

But at that moment, a light, airy voice drifted from behind it.

"What spectacular fireworks!"

The eight-tailed fox's massive body stiffened abruptly; that sound...

impossible!

It suddenly turned its head and stared intently at the spot where the smoke and dust had dissipated.

At the edge of the charred crater, a white figure stood unharmed.

Aizen raised his head, meeting the horrified gaze of the Eight-Tails.

"What, are you in such a hurry to leave?"

"You..." The Eight-Tails' voice trembled, "How could you still be alive?! I was clearly already..."

It witnessed the Tailed Beast Ball strike its opponent and saw its opponent's figure annihilated in the explosion.

That tactile sensation, that explosive feedback, could absolutely not be fake!

"When did you generate...?"

Aizen raised his Zanpakuto, the blade reflecting a cold light in the sunlight. "The illusion that I would die from an attack of this magnitude?"

"illusion?!"

The Eight-Tails and Killer Bee inside the body both shuddered simultaneously.

Could it be an illusion?!

"Impossible!" Killer Bee shouted inwardly, "I am connected with the Eight-Tails. Any genjutsu that interferes with the chakra flow of one of us will be immediately detected and broken by the other!"

"Illusions are completely ineffective against us!"

"is it?"

Aizen seemed to hear his thoughts, and the smile on his lips grew even wider.

"It seems that your understanding of illusion magic is still at a very superficial level."

He held his Zanpakuto upright in front of him, the blade reflecting his unfathomable eyes.

"My Zanpakuto is called Kyoka Suigetsu."

Aizen's voice was soft, "Its power is complete domination."

"Total dominance?!"

"Yes."

Aizen smiled and explained, "It controls the opponent's five senses, causing them to misinterpret the appearance, shape, quality, feel, and even smell of a particular object."

"Turn flies into dragons, and swamps into flower fields."

He looked at the enormous tailed beast before him, a hint of pity flashing in his eyes.

"From the moment you saw this knife, you became my prisoner."

"Whether you are a Jinchūriki, a Tailed Beast, or a entity formed by both..."

"As long as you rely on your five senses to perceive the world, you will never be able to escape the control of illusions."

At that moment, Killer Bee felt a chill run down his spine.

He finally understood where that sense of unease came from.

From what just happened, those seemingly minor exchanges, even including that deadly Tailed Beast Ball...

It seems that all of this was just a prank orchestrated by the man in front of him.

"Um......"

Aizen tilted his head slightly and said softly, "But I have to admit that your strength is indeed much greater than that of Captain Komamura."

"Especially the vitality contained in this body is truly astonishing."

"But that's all there is to it."

Aizen raised his hand, pointing his fingertips at the gray sky, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

“What…” Killer Bee’s heart clenched, and he suddenly felt a sense of foreboding.

"This boring game should end here."

As he finished speaking, Aizen began to murmur softly.

The sound was initially very soft, like a whisper in the wind, but as Kirabi focused his attention, the eerie chanting gradually became clearer in his ears.

"A faint, murky emblem, a rebellious and arrogant talent..."

"Surging tides, denial, numbness—in an instant, they hinder eternal sleep..."

As the chanting began, the surrounding air seemed to grow heavy, and the world began to change.

Insects crawling in the forest and small lizards darting through the sky suddenly stopped in their tracks.

Immediately afterwards, their bodies seemed to be subjected to some indescribable pressure, exploding into clouds of blood mist.

"What...what is this?!"

The eight-tailed creature trembled, feeling the oppressive aura emanating from the man before it growing stronger.

"The crawling Iron Princess, the clay doll that constantly mutilates itself..."

Aizen's voice remained steady, "Combination, rebound, covering the ground, realizing one's own powerlessness..."

Killer Bee lowered his head in horror. The pitch-black barriers that had sprung from the void stretched upwards along the edge of his vision, like a black tombstone closing in.

In this indescribable sense of intense oppression, the ground beneath Killer Bee's feet cracked like a mirror, with thick darkness seeping from the cracks, wriggling upwards as if alive.

The clouds solidified, and the dust settled.

Tiny lives turned to dust one after another, and even broken trees burst open and scattered their fibers under this indescribable pressure.

As the black tomb wall rose higher, the deepest terror in Kirabi's heart intensified, sending chills down his spine.

In the end, he, now a tailed beast, was engulfed in this dark cage.

He could only watch helplessly as this scene unfolded.

"Damn it! Move already!"

Darkness is drawing ever closer.

It was an absolute darkness that could devour light, devour sound, and even devour hope.

At this moment, Killer Bee felt like an insect trapped in a coffin that was about to be sealed, unable to do anything but wait for death to come.

The pitch-black cage grew higher and higher, obscuring the last ray of sunlight from the sky.

As the final gap closed completely, he saw Aizen's calm and indifferent face.

And that indifferent whisper.

"Hado 90".

"The black coffin."