Location – Kumogakure Ruins (Still Somehow Standing)
Time – Approximately 4 Minutes Since Aizen Started Ruining Everyone's Week
So... Aizen was taking his sweet-ass time... blowing the Kage's back out—no pause.
Though, he wondered why he wasn't pulling his punches. The more he beat on the Kage, the more it felt personal.
Looking at his fist... was this about Kushina? Did the original hate for the Cloud, for attempting to capture Kushina, get inherited by his body?
Oh well, damn.
The ground beneath them began to shake. He lazily looked up... and there it was.
The Eight-Tails had arrived.
Or rather, his Jinchūriki—Blue B, clad in a cloak of furious bijū chakra, rushed toward the battlefield as if he had nothing to lose. He was already in Version 2 state, with 8 tails, and the bones and all.
Practically one step away from going full Bijū.
The second the Bijū made eye contact with Aizen, he didn't even hesitate a singular fucking second.
"Bijū Dama!!"
The sphere launched at Aizen, tearing through the air, humming with apocalyptic force. It shattered buildings in its path. The ground cracked.
Aizen turned his head. Slowly.
He didn't move to dodge.
Instead...
He raised his hand—and caught it.
Caught. The. Bijū. Dama.
"...What?" Ay muttered from the rubble.
The nearby Cloud shinobi were stunned. What the hell were they looking at?
Aizen's expression didn't change. He sank his fingers into the sphere like it was wet clay—then began to absorb it, devouring the condensed chakra with an audible whum-whum-whum of suction.
Absorbing the chakra was quite easy. In less than 5 seconds... the whole Bijū Bomb was absorbed by him.
It was quite easy for him.
The Rinnegan in fact did allow for such an act.
Maybe it was time to showcase to Kumo what they were truly facing.
And thus, his Rinnegan began to be revealed...
And as he did—his illusion mask flickered.
Revealing the cold violet rings of the Rinnegan.
Dozens of Kumo shinobi froze.
"...Th–The Rinnegan...!"
"He has the Rinnegan?! That's impossible—"
"No..." Ay muttered, standing, battered and wide-eyed. Those eyes... weren't they the Sage of Six Paths' eyes...? How could an Uzumaki have received them?
"Yes."
Aizen moved.
One moment he stood amid smoke.
The next—BZZZT—BOOM!
He was in front of Blue B.
His hand was already around the man's throat.
"...I don't believe we've been formally introduced," Aizen said, smiling. "You're the Eight-Tails' jailor, right?"
Blue B's eyes widened in panic. His chakra flared.
But too late.
Aizen's grip tightened. What seemed to be Bijū chakra began getting sucked out of the man. He was beginning to look like his soul was getting sucked out of his body more and more—beginning to look like a dry raisin.
The Third Raikage, unable to watch his family member get the Tianna Trump treatment, rushed toward Aizen. "LET HIM GO!"
Aizen, meanwhile, bored, used his other hand—activating Wood Style.
Wood Style: Binding Thorns.
Thick roots erupted from the ground, slamming into Ay's legs and arms, pinning him in place. The wood was infused with sage energy—fast, alive, relentless. Not even Lightning Armor could break through in time.
Plus, the wood was sucking him dry of any chakra he had.
"Don't worry," Aizen called mockingly over his shoulder. "You'll get your turn."
And then—he began draining Blue B.
Blue B screamed, feeling himself being drained of any form of life. He looked like a victim of Bonnie Blue, or Cell when he was on the hunt, sucking all those civilians dry of energy.
This was like that... but worse.
Aizen then ripped out the Eight-Tails from Blue B. He watched as the beast began to form outside of its Jinchūriki.
Aizen smirked.
"Come out and play, Gyūki."
Blue B's body collapsed. Lifeless.
The Eight-Tails let out a roar of confused pain and rage.
The Eight-Tails looked at Aizen, and Aizen stared back at the beast.
"Go wild," were his very simple words.
And the Eight-Tails obeyed.
A rampage began.
The giant beast began lashing out—massive tentacle swipes crushing towers. Chakra blasts disintegrated streets. The already-crippled Kumogakure began to crumble in on itself.
All the while, Aizen stood above it all—smiling.
That kind of smile?
It wasn't warm. It wasn't sane. It was the smile of a god who just watched an ant hill collapse after poking it with a stick.
Ay, bleeding and bound in wood, watched with wide, horrified eyes.
He didn't scream.
But his pain was clear.
"You look broken," Aizen said gently, walking toward him. "Is it because I killed your friend? Or is it because I'm making you relive exactly what you did to the Uzumaki?"
Ay's fists trembled.
"Back then... it was just strategy, wasn't it?" Aizen tilted his head mockingly. "Just a war measure. You didn't think about the mothers. The children. You just wanted power."
His smile widened—sadistic.
"Funny how that works, isn't it?"
Ay roared and burst out of the wood with a final surge of chakra, launching himself at Aizen—
Only for Aizen to disappear and reappear behind him in an instant.
BZZZT—BOOM!
A single palm thrust sent Ay crashing into a burning crater, beside the still-rampaging Eight-Tails.
Aizen adjusted his robe.
"Let's see how long you last now, Raikage."
As explosions and screams filled the air, and the Eight-Tails decimated what was left of Kumo, Aizen stood tall—at the eye of the storm.
Arrogant.
Dominant.
And absolutely unfazed.
As for why the Eight-Tails accepted his offer? Well, simple. He offered the Bijū very simple terms: he would be allowed to stay in the water near Uzushiogakure, he would be allowed to pick who he wanted as his next Jinchūriki, alongside a lot of other stuff—like not being sealed in small vessels and being let free. Small little shit, really.
For some odd reason, just because he had the Rinnegan, the beast seemed to trust him more.
A/N Also the sadistic side is for the act, he is acting out someone taking out revenge, said someone get the rinnegan, that light sadism is a granted.