Dimensional Invasion: I Can Fish for All Heavens

Chapter 283: Uchiha Itachi in his healthy state would indeed be a bit troublesome.
Aizen looked down at his "pierced" chest, a hint of indescribable disappointment appearing on his face; his eyes were like a wine taster who had tasted an unexpectedly bad wine, or a chess player who had encountered a game with no new ideas.

"Madara Uchiha was right about that."

"Senju Tobirama, you've overused the tactic of waiting for an opportunity to attack."

"In the end, it's just a kunai."

He sighed softly, his long, slender fingers tracing his chest.

Tobirama Senju frowned deeply.

When did Madara Uchiha say such a thing?

If he did say so, why didn't he know?
Besides, what's wrong with kunai? Aren't there plenty of ninjas who have died at the hands of kunai?

How could you possibly survive with your heart pierced through?
"Crack!"

A crisp cracking sound suddenly exploded in Tobirama Senju's mind.

The sound came so abruptly, like a mirror being shattered by an invisible hammer.

When the sound of shattering fragments subsided, he looked at what was in front of him again, only to find that the wound on Aizen's chest had disappeared without a trace, and not even a drop of blood remained.

Moreover, his body remained in the starting stance of the Flying Thunder God Slash, without moving an inch.

Illusion?

The thought had barely crossed his mind when he immediately rejected it.

Illusion techniques can indeed create near-realistic illusions, but the more powerful a ninja is, the more they can detect the inconsistencies within them.

He had just witnessed the kunai pierce Aizen's heart, and could even feel the warm touch of the blood splattering on his hand; everything was undeniably real.

Even he was so engrossed in it that he didn't notice any flaws in the illusion.
Even Izuna Uchiha couldn't do something like this.

But if it's not an illusion, how can we explain everything that's happening before our eyes?
Tobirama Senju remained silent for a moment.

If you eliminate all the impossible factors, what remains, however incredible, is the truth.

He was unknowingly dragged into a hallucination so real it was indistinguishable from reality.

Are you confused?

Aizen's voice suddenly rang out, gentle yet carrying a chilling composure; he slowly raised the Zanpakuto in his hand, the blade shimmering with a cool halo in the light.

"This sword is called Mirror Flower Water Moon, and its ability is—complete hypnosis."

"As the name suggests, it can control the enemy's five senses, making a specific target mistake the posture, shape, texture, touch, and taste of anything as what I want them to see."

"Make flies look like dragons, and swamps look like flower fields."

"The activation condition is to let the enemy see the moment when the illusion is released."

Aizen's fingertips gently traced the blade, his eyes behind his glasses narrowed slightly, revealing an almost divine indifference.

"liberation?"

Tobirama Senju's pupils suddenly contracted as he instantly grasped the key point.

The phrase "Shatter, you mirage" is the condition for activating the ability.

But is it really okay to tell them this so easily?

Or is this incorrect information?
"It seems you've already thought of that."

Aizen's lips curled into a slight smile.

Tobirama Senju took a deep breath, forcing himself to regain his composure.

He knew this was not the time to act rashly. He couldn't expect the enemy to provide information about the duration and range of the illusion's effects.

"I understand."

"Since this is another world, we will temporarily obey your orders until we return to our own world."

He said in a deep voice, his usual composure returning.

They were ninjas to begin with, and if there was a reward, obeying orders in this new world was simply carrying out a mission in another sense.

Nothing is unacceptable.

"Wise choice."

"Then, welcome to my research."

Aizen smiled and said this, then sheathed Kyoka Suigetsu.

Tobirama Senju glanced at the heavily injured Itachi Uchiha without making a sound.

The immediate priority is to buy time to gather intelligence about this world, investigate potential allies, and most importantly, confirm whether other ninjas will arrive.

If the eldest brother, or someone else from Konoha, also came to this world...
This thought made his gaze even more determined.

Death was never a threat to him, but the safety of his people and the village had to be considered.

"Before that, we need a suitable place to settle down."

Tobirama Senju set out conditions.

"Of course, I will make all the arrangements for you."

Aizen said nonchalantly, then spoke calmly:
"Kurosaki, Shiraishi."

"Lord Aizen."

Two young men in black uniforms stepped out of the crowd. One wore round-framed glasses and held a notebook in his hand; the other carried a medical kit and looked respectful.

"After they're healed, take them to find Ame-no-Kuomi."

Aizen gave the order.

"Yes, Aizen-sama."

Both of them bowed in response.

Aizen said no more, turned and left, with Gojo Satoru following behind him with his hands in his pockets, his face still bearing that cynical smile.

They left without even turning back to check if Tobirama Senju and Itachi Uchiha would behave.

The arrogance revealed by that nonchalant attitude was more glaring than any words.

Kurosaki and Shiraiwa immediately sprang into action, beginning treatment for Uchiha Itachi. Their movements were skillful and precise, clearly indicating professional training.

Because Aizen deliberately held back, Itachi Uchiha's injuries, though severe, were still within a manageable range.

The real problem is his already severely overworked body.

"We can only treat the injuries caused by Lord Aizen first."

Kurosaki pushed up his glasses and whispered to his companions, "While their abilities can heal injuries, they cannot reverse the damage to Itachi Uchiha's body."

In the distance, Aizen and Gojo Satoru had already disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Space-time ninjutsu, that's really powerful. If your physical strength isn't strong enough or your reaction time isn't fast enough, you'll be killed instantly, right?"

Gojo Satoru followed behind Aizen, his hands behind his head, sighing.

"And the eye techniques of the Mangekyou Sharingan, and the abilities of Susanoo."

"This is really stressful."

But despite saying that, the excited smile on his face betrayed his true thoughts.

It was the pleasure of meeting a worthy opponent, not genuine worry.

"Once they convert their chakra into spiritual power in this world, their strength will increase further."

“Especially Itachi Uchiha.”

"His body will gradually repair itself under the nourishment of spiritual energy, and even the power of his Mangekyou Sharingan will be gradually replenished by the life force of the spiritual energy."

"At that time, did Wujun think he could be his match?"

Aizen tilted his head slightly and chuckled softly.

"Well, a healthy Itachi Uchiha would indeed be a bit troublesome."

Gojou tilted his head.

"Will you lose?"

Aizen asked softly.

"No, we will win."

Gojo Satoru wore a smug and confident smile.

Although he knew that his words had set a terrible flag, just like in the original storyline; and he was also well aware that Itachi Uchiha's mastery of genjutsu naturally gave him some advantage.

But he never thought that he was inferior to others in the same world; it was just that the starting line was different and he needed to catch up.

Everyone needs to have some self-confidence.

If he didn't even have this confidence, he wouldn't be Gojo Satoru.

Just like in that predetermined future, when he was ultimately defeated by Sukuna.

He can accept failure.

After all, he is not the main character in this story.

Once he realized it was all just a "story," he understood that he was destined to lose.

If he wins, how will the story continue?

But the one thing I couldn't accept was that sentence that shouldn't have come out of his mouth.

"I couldn't let Su Nuo have his fill."

It's the same now.

Perhaps Itachi Uchiha's strength was indeed superior to his, but at least for now, he did not feel that there was much of a gap between him and Itachi Uchiha.

Besides, if Itachi Uchiha becomes stronger, he will also become stronger.

In terms of talent, he doesn't think he's inferior to others.

However, a healthy weasel would indeed be a bit troublesome.

Gojo Satoru silently said to himself.

After all, he is one of the "Five Strongest Phantom Gods" in the Naruto world.

Physically healthy but mentally unhealthy: Itachi Uchiha, Jiraiya the Informant, Kotoamatsukura, Black Zetsu Shizune, and Rai the Doujinshi.
So, who came up with the idea of ​​a "healthy weasel"?
If it gets injured by the enemy, then it can't be considered a healthy weasel, right?
"Is this so?"

Aizen nodded slightly upon hearing Gojo Satoru's reply.

He acknowledged Itachi Uchiha's talent, but he also acknowledged Satoru Gojo's talent.

more importantly.

The "weight" that Gojo Satoru holds in the world of "Jujutsu Kaisen" is completely different from the "weight" that Uchiha Itachi holds in the world of "Naruto".

Although in the real world, this difference doesn't necessarily mean anything.

Even if Itachi Uchiha's importance in the "Naruto" world is not as great as that of Satoru Gojo in the "Jujutsu Kaisen" world, because the world view of Naruto is larger than that of Jujutsu Kaisen, Itachi Uchiha's strength and potential are not inferior to Satoru Gojo's, and in fact, many people believe that he is stronger.

But Aizen's intuition told him that this was important.

However, Aizen has not yet found anything special about the "weight of the original world".

Gaul, Cathedral of Holy Light.

Morning light streamed through the towering stained-glass windows, illuminating the hall like a dream, while the soft strains of the organ echoed between the stone pillars, like the whispers of the gods.

Joan of Arc knelt before the altar, her silver armor shimmering with a holy aura in the light.

Her hands were clasped in front of her chest, her pale golden eyelashes drooped, and her devout prayers flowed like a clear spring; her very existence was like a light illuminating the world.

Behind her, Alice Durand stood quietly.

The girl's long brown hair fell over her shoulders, and her emerald eyes gazed at Joan of Arc's back, her gaze filled with reverence and some deeper emotion.

Alice did not believe in gods.

Whether before or after the spiritual energy revival, she did not believe in gods.

Even now, this remains true.

(End of this chapter)