As Aizen in Naruto and Joined a Chat Group

What’s going on? Did we suddenly win?

Watching Aizen’s actions in the distance, the old man Yamamoto, Urahara Kisuke, and Yoruichi all felt a very unreal and dreamlike feeling.

It was like playing a game where all three lanes of high ground towers were forcibly demolished, and the small crystal was blown up, leaving only the lonely big crystal with only a sliver of health. This kind of situation could be said to be a sure loss, but the banner displayed the words ”YOU WIN”.

Faced with this sudden victory, they didn’t even know whether to celebrate or grieve.

On the other hand, Aizen showed a victor’s smile. He could be sure that the blade in his hand had truly pierced the heart of the young man in front of him.

The blood, spiritual pressure, and the texture of the knife cutting into flesh were all real, not the illusory feeling of a shadow clone being killed.

Looking at the shocked expression of Uchiha Madara in front of him with wide eyes, Aizen felt as refreshed as eating a piece of ice cream on a hot day. He understood that this was the real feeling of winning against a strong enemy.

Living for so long, this was the first time he had this feeling! The real first time!

”It seems as I thought, Madara.” Aizen’s mouth curved up, his tone with undisguised pride. ”Even your eyes can’t see through Kyoka Suigetsu’s ability.”

”Kyoka Suigetsu, when...” Uchiha Madara frowned, his expression showing a hint of confusion.

”You want to ask when you were caught, right?” Aizen said with a smile, unhurriedly, ”Of course, it was when we first met. From that time on, I felt that you would be a very tricky enemy.”

Seeming afraid that Uchiha Madara didn’t understand, Aizen continued, ”You should know the ability of this sword of mine, complete hypnosis. But in reality, it doesn’t need any release phrase, as long as you’ve seen the released form of this Zanpakuto, you’ll be completely under its control. Even if I haven’t completely drawn this sword out of its scabbard is the same.”

”There’s actually this kind of thing?” Shihoin Yoruichi was stunned, her face looking not good as she said, ”That’s really sneaky.”

”Not sneaky, it’s strategy.” Aizen glanced at her and corrected with a smile, ”Leaving a trump card to turn things around when facing an immeasurable opponent, isn’t that a great strategy? Of course, at first I even thought that Mr. Madara’s eyes could even see through Kyoka Suigetsu. Only now do I understand that I seemed to have thought too much.”

”If that’s the case, why didn’t you use Kyoka Suigetsu’s ability from the beginning?” Yamamoto Genryusai leaned on his sword to support his body, asking in a cold voice.

”People are usually most relaxed when they are most proud, don’t you understand this?” Aizen’s eyes were contemptuous, looking down at him.

This bastard!

Feeling that he was being looked down upon, Yamamoto Genryusai’s heart was angry, and at the same time, his eyes were full of vigilance as he looked at Aizen. Of course, he wouldn’t consider Aizen as one of his own just because of a brief alliance. Now that the great enemy Uchiha Madara was taken care of, the real fight was probably about to begin.

”No need to be so wary, at least for now I have no interest in attacking you.” Aizen already felt that these people were like bean sprouts in a pot, it was the same whether he ate them sooner or later.

But compared to eating these bean sprouts, Uchiha Madara, this steak with extra seasoning, was more to his taste.

”Still want to make a comeback, Mr. Madara?” Holding the long sword, Aizen slowly turned his wrist, and strands of black threads gradually burrowed into Uchiha Madara’s body along his arm. ”You have no chance. I admit that if it was a straight fight, I would definitely not be your opponent. But in the end, you are still too confident, excessive confidence is arrogance.”

Black grids wrapped around Uchiha Madara’s body, gradually evaporating and absorbing the spiritual power within him.

Aizen looked at the strange scene in front of him with a smile, his heart full of emotion. ”Farewell, Mr. Madara. You are the second person in this world who has left a deep impression on me.”

”Really, then I’m quite honored.” A voice suddenly rang out from behind Aizen.

What?

Aizen was shocked and suddenly turned his head. What greeted him was a shining blade of light.

Puchi.

Clothes were torn and blood splattered.

Aizen fell to the ground from the pillar, looking at Uchiha Madara who was standing there with a shocked face. ”This, how is it possible? Why?”

”Why?” Uchiha Madara chuckled and raised the long sword in his hand. ”This sword, don’t you find it familiar?”

”That is...” Aizen’s expression froze, his eyes widened. ”Kyoka Suigetsu?” He quickly turned his gaze to the Uchiha Madara who had been stabbed by him and was on the verge of death.

Only then did he realize that it was not Uchiha Madara at all, but Grimmjow! But why, there shouldn’t be two identical Zanpakuto in this world.

”There really aren’t two identical Zanpakuto in the same world, but what makes you so sure that I am from this world?” Uchiha Madara asked back lightly, seeing through the other party’s thoughts.

”What?”

”Not from the same world?”

”How could this be?”

At this moment, not to mention Aizen, even Byakuya, Yoruichi, and others next to him showed unbelievable expressions.

”Overly trusting your own judgment, but losing the caution you should have in your heart.” Uchiha Madara looked down at Aizen, and said lightly, ”The truly arrogant one is you, Aizen. Remember what I said before, I know you better than you do.”

”Uchiha Madara, you bastard...” The calm expression on Aizen’s face had disappeared, and he felt that the other party was saying this to disgust him.

”Is that so, you don’t believe it?” Uchiha Madara chuckled and said, ”Then let me tell you a fact, you said I was the second person you remembered. Then the first one, is it Miyarin Kota?”

As soon as this name was spoken, Aizen’s face changed drastically. Miyarin Kota, his friend from his youth. Whether it was talent or intelligence, he was no less than him, but in the end, Aizen personally cut his throat.

This matter had been hidden in his heart for hundreds of years, and he had never mentioned it to anyone. But why, would the young man in front of him know?

”Why would I know?” Before the words were finished, in everyone’s shocked and horrified gazes, Uchiha Madara’s figure gradually underwent earth-shaking changes.

Brown short hair, white clothes, the original evil and arrogant temperament disappeared, a refined and gentle young man, slowly grinned. ”Because, I am you.”.

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