three forces formed a tense standoff above Konoha Village.
Whether it was the masked monsters or the black-clad swordsmen, both sides brought immense shock to the shinobi below.
Hashirama deactivated Sage Mode, his expression solemn. He could sense it—among the two newly arrived groups, several individuals had energy levels not inferior to his or Madara's.
Above the Wood Style dome, Shinju's figure appeared.
He rose slowly, stopping at the exact center of the three factions.
A tiny silhouette—yet like a divine anchor, it forcibly pressed down the atmosphere that was on the verge of drawing blades.
Whether it was Madara, or the newly arrived Shinigami and Arrancar, everyone's gaze unconsciously converged on him.
Shinju ignored every stare.
Deep within his consciousness, endless streams of data were flooding past at insane speed.
[System activated. Beginning analysis of unknown energy systems.]
[Target Group 1: designated "Shinigami." Energy composition: reishi. Energy form: Reiatsu. Sampling individual data.]
[Sample A: Genryusai. Reiatsu level: beyond-spec. Threat level: extremely lethal. Zanpakuto "Ryujin Jakka" data analysis initiated. Progress: 1.7%. Abnormal temperature detected. Potential risk: world-destruction.]
[Target Group 2: designated "Arrancar." Energy composition: reishi. Energy form: Reiatsu. Same origin as "Shinigami," but with mutations. Sampling individual data.]
[Sample B: Ulquiorra. Reiatsu level: high. Threat level: extremely high. Resurreccion form "Kurotsubasa Daimao (Great Black-Winged Demon King)" data preloading.]
[Sample C: Aizen. Reiatsu level: beyond-spec. Threat level: extremely lethal. Energy camouflage detected—actual Reiatsu far exceeds surface readings. Zanpakuto "Kyoka Suigetsu" data analysis initiated. Progress: 0.8%. Involves mental interference and five-senses domination. Threat classification: highest.]
The data flowed—everything unknown was rapidly becoming known.
Genryusai's gaze swept the battlefield below, pausing briefly on Hashirama and Madara.
The strength of this land's powerhouses exceeded his expectations.
"Where is this place?"
His voice was ancient.
"And who are you?"
No one answered him.
On the Arrancar side, Aizen—no longer wearing glasses, looking gentle and refined—wore an intrigued expression.
Soul Society. Hueco Mundo. And now… the shinobi world.
Things were developing in a far more interesting direction than he'd anticipated.
His eyes also passed over everyone, finally landing on the boy floating in the center.
From start to finish, that boy displayed no power at all—no energy fluctuations, nothing.
Like an outsider, quietly overlooking everything.
Yet that calm was exactly what made him abnormal.
A fascinating variable.
That was Aizen's conclusion.
At that moment, Shinju moved.
He didn't look at the murderous Genryusai, nor did he care about the silent Ulquiorra.
His gaze locked precisely onto Aizen.
Everyone held their breath, waiting for his first words.
Shinju's lips parted.
"Kyoka Suigetsu… really is an interesting ability."
The amusement on Aizen's face froze—just for an instant.
"In front of these eyes of mine, any illusion is meaningless."
"Believe it? I don't even need to hold your blade to break your illusion."
"Hello, former Fifth Division captain of the Gotei 13… Aizen."
The moment those words fell, the entire field went dead silent.
Behind Genryusai, some Shinigami recognized the traitorous ex-captain.
"Aizen?"
"How is he here?!"
Genryusai's tightly shut eyes snapped open. His grip tightened—and the wooden staff shattered into splinters, revealing a dark-red hilt within.
A scorching heatwave burst outward from him.
Aizen's smile vanished completely.
He stared at the boy who spoke as if he knew every secret he had.
Kyoka Suigetsu was his greatest trump card.
The core intel behind it—aside from a tiny handful of people—was something no one should have known.
And yet, this outsider from another world, a boy meeting him for the first time, had casually exposed it.
He'd even named his identity as the former Fifth Division captain.
What did that mean?
From the very beginning, he was never the one hiding behind the curtain as the chess player.
He—and everything he'd done—were under this boy's gaze.
Aizen felt a strange emotion rise from deep within.
A profound wariness toward something he could not control.
His carefully written script had gained an actor capable of overturning the entire play.
This boy had clearly never met him, yet instantly recognized him and directly revealed his biggest secret—there was no way this person was simple.
"I see."
Aizen gathered all outward emotion, returning to calm.
He looked at Shinju, his eyes turning incomparably deep.
"Seems I've arrived somewhere truly extraordinary."
On the other side, Genryusai's rage was already ignited.
"Aizen!"
The old man's voice boomed like thunder.
"To think that pursuing you would bring us to such an alien world! Today, no matter what, I will execute you on the spot!"
Scorching Reiatsu surged into the sky. The air began to warp, and the forest below even showed signs of withering.
Facing the Head-Captain's fury, Aizen merely gave a light chuckle.
He lifted a hand, pointing down at the Allied Shinobi Forces—and at Madara and Hashirama.
"Head-Captain, it seems you haven't seen the situation clearly. This is not Soul Society. And your enemies… are not only me."
He was diverting the disaster.
He wanted to redirect Soul Society's rage onto this land's natives.
Genryusai's gaze swept downward. Indeed—the strength of those two shinobi was unfathomably deep. If war broke out, the Gotei 13 would inevitably pay a severe price.
In an instant, the situation grew even more complicated.
The Shinigami wanted to purge the traitor Aizen.
Aizen wanted Shinigami and shinobi to exhaust each other.
Madara held hostility toward everyone.
A chaotic battle looked ready to explode at any second.
"Everyone."
Shinju's voice sounded again.
"There's no need to spill blood at my doorstep."
"I'm not interested in your world's grudges."
His eyes swept across Genryusai, Aizen, and then Madara's Susanoo.
"But since you've come to my world… you will follow my rules."
That sentence made every powerhouse present frown.
Genryusai. Aizen. Madara.
Each of them stood at the pinnacle of their own world. When had anyone ever dared speak to them in such a tone?
Shinju ignored their reactions, calmly raising two fingers.
"Now, I'll give you two choices."
"First: return to your worlds immediately. I can temporarily stabilize the passages that connect to your realms—and we'll pretend none of this ever happened."
His words made both Genryusai and Aizen feel genuine surprise.
Stabilize world passages? What kind of absurd ability was that?
"Second—"
Shinju paused slightly.
"Stay. Become the first 'allies' of my 'Ten Thousand Heavens Alliance,' and help explore the truth of this world."
"Allies?" Madara, inside Susanoo, couldn't help but smile. "Brat, can you really pull that off? These people aren't exactly tame."
Aizen sharply caught one word.
Alliance.
This boy's ambitions… reached the heavens.
Genryusai, meanwhile, kept his hand on the hilt, his stance unwavering.
"My mission is only to purge the traitor!"
Shinju shook his head lightly.
"Then you still haven't understood your situation."
Energy began to pour from his body.
Not chakra.
Not Reiatsu.
Before this power, Genryusai's scorching Reiatsu, Aizen's massive Reiatsu, and Madara's cold chakra were all suppressed.
"In here… I am the rule."
A negotiation that would decide the fate of three worlds began—under the display of his unrivaled power.
(End of Chapter)
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