Naruto: Shikigami Aizen

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Hearing White Zetsu's words, Aizen glanced at him, a slight curve forming on his lips. His voice, magnetic and composed, resonated as he asked. 

"Zetsu, in your eyes, what kind of existence is the Ten-Tails?" 

White Zetsu paused for a moment, tilting his head in thought before responding with a grin. 

"Just one Tailed Beast alone is already terrifying. The Ten-Tails, born from the combined power of all nine, must be unimaginably strong. Tsk tsk, I can't even begin to fathom its power. Even Madara probably has no concrete concept of its strength. After all, it's something that only exists in legends." 

Aizen chuckled at White Zetsu's response, his eyes gleaming as if peering through Zetsu at something far beyond. Slowly, he spoke in a gentle tone. 

"You've probably heard Madara say that it was the Sage of Six Paths who sealed the Ten-Tails, haven't you?" 

White Zetsu froze, recalling that this information had indeed come from Madara himself and had been relayed to Aizen. But he wasn't sure what Aizen meant by bringing it up now. 

Aizen's gaze turned profound, his voice steady and captivating. 

"You've witnessed the immense power of the Tailed Beasts. The strength of the Ten-Tails, wielding the combined might of all nine, is naturally beyond imagination. Even after all these years, it still exists." 

"Then, where do you think the Sage of Six Paths, who once sealed it away, is now?" 

Hearing this, White Zetsu's expression froze. He pondered Aizen's words seriously before replying hesitantly. 

"The Sage of Six Paths was human, after all. He couldn't possibly match the immense lifespan of the Tailed Beasts. Maybe he's already dead?" 

Aizen's lips curled into a faint smile as he cast a sidelong glance at Zetsu, speaking softly. 

"For the truly strong, existence isn't limited to the form of a human body. Even if the Sage of Six Paths, as the ancestor of the ninja world, succumbed to the cycle of life and death, I find it hard to believe that he simply ceased to exist." 

White Zetsu fell silent, lost in thought over Aizen's words. 

Turning around slowly, Aizen withheld one crucial thought. 

In a world where sages once existed, he could not believe that the Sage of Six Paths, who sealed the Ten-Tails alone, had simply disappeared over the passage of time. 

Human hearts, no matter the era, remain the most complex of things. 

Aizen glanced down at Fuen, who lay collapsed on the ground before him, his gaze sharpening. With his back to Zetsu, he spoke softly. 

"Zetsu, leave us for now." 

Though puzzled, White Zetsu obeyed without hesitation, withdrawing from the valley. 

Now, only Aizen and Fuen remained within the desolate landscape. 

Suddenly, a soft, sorrowful voice sounded behind Aizen. 

"Lord Aizen, it has been so long since we last met." 

A figure dressed in a red-and-black kimono stood there silently. It was Kyōka Suigetsu. Her lithe figure exuded both charm and tranquility. 

Her delicate face carried an air of sorrow that was deeply moving. Long lashes drooped as though tears might fall at any moment. 

Hearing her voice, Aizen's lips quirked upward slightly. He glanced over his shoulder and spoke softly. 

"Apologies, Suigetsu. I haven't spoken with you much recently. If you're willing, you can appear openly now. It doesn't matter anymore. This world is gradually falling into my hands." 

Confidence radiated from Aizen's smile as he spoke. 

At his words, the sorrow on Kyōka Suigetsu's face vanished. In an instant, she closed the gap between them, clinging tightly to Aizen's arm. 

Looking up at him with eyes filled with deep affection, her delicate lips parted as she whispered. 

"It's fine. Just hearing those words from you is enough. I will wait for you. Whenever you need me, I will always be by your side." 

After saying this, she buried her face shyly in his chest, her cheeks flushing faintly. 

Aizen, unaffected by her display, gently patted her shoulder. His gaze shifted to Fuen, an intrigued smile forming on his lips as he spoke softly. 

"This world is vast. I need capable hands to help me govern it. I wonder what reaction I'll get when I meet that person again." 

Hearing this, Suigetsu, who had been resting against him, opened her beautiful eyes slightly. With a delicate finger against her lips, she murmured thoughtfully. 

"Do you mean that child?" 

Suddenly, as if recalling something, her brow furrowed slightly, and she spoke in a soft yet concerned tone. "But that child has a troublesome history. Are you sure it's wise to summon him?" 

Aizen gently ruffled her hair with a light laugh. 

"Indeed. But don't worry. To me, everyone is just a collaborator." 

Kyōka Suigetsu, basking in his touch, wore a contented, catlike expression and had nothing more to say. 

Aizen chuckled softly before speaking again. 

"Hōgyoku, let's begin." 

At his command, a dazzling blue light began to glow faintly from Aizen's chest. 

Suigetsu, still nestled in his arms, discreetly opened her eyes, her gaze flashing coldly for a brief moment before closing them again. 

The azure light enveloped Fuen, and chakra poured out endlessly from his body, seeping through every orifice. 

From outside the valley, White Zetsu, keeping watch in the nearby forest, felt a shift and muttered. 

"It's starting." 

Inside Fuen's subconscious, a massive, dark cage stirred. The dense chakra, seemingly born of pure malice, surged turbulently within. 

Suddenly, beams of radiant blue light pierced through the cage, ignoring its barriers, and bathed the dark chakra in their glow. 

The darkness roared furiously. 

"Who dares?!" 

Though the roars were earth-shaking, the blue light remained unfazed, continuing to shine relentlessly. 

The malevolent chakra surged toward the light as though seeking an escape, only to be swiftly absorbed. 

The roar of fury soon shifted to cries of anguish and despair. 

"Argh!! Damn it, I know who you are! Mark my words, I won't forgive you!" 

"Human! I won't forgive you!" 

The brilliant blue light shone unwaveringly, drowning the howls. 

In a shadowy corner, a monk sat cross-legged, beads in hand, letting out a faint sigh as he continued to turn his prayer beads.