Susanoo was a power that only members of the Uchiha clan could wield.
And unless one possessed the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, using it came with severe side effects.
Given the drawbacks and harsh activation requirements, the Lightning Release Chakra Mode was simply more practical.
Lightning Release Chakra Mode enhanced both strength and speed, and the Lightning Armor could be used defensively as well. However, mastering it required long-term training—not something achievable in just a few days.
The advantage, though, was that most people could learn it, as long as Kumogakure was willing to share the method for cultivating it.
Of course, that was never going to happen.
"You actually possess a technique with such terrifying destructive power… Asakawa Kiyosuke, I underestimated you. Not just anyone can possess strength like yours. If you became Hokage, Konoha definitely wouldn't be as weak as it is now," said the Fourth Raikage.
"Sorry, I have no interest in that."
Kiyosuke shook his head.
"Sitting in an office all day, pushing paperwork—what's so great about that? I want to live freely."
"Then that freedom ends here!" the Fourth Raikage snapped, standing up. "Because you'll die by my hand!"
"We don't know who'll win yet, do we? How do you know it won't be me who kills you? Even the Third Raikage was worn to death—I don't believe you're any different!"
His words struck a nerve. The Fourth Raikage's face twisted in fury.
His father's death had always been a painful thorn in his heart.
"Then let's see if you really can wear me down!"
"Bring it on!!!!"
Kiyosuke charged in. The Fourth Raikage vanished in a flash and reappeared behind him, chopping down with a hand strike.
"Liger Bomb!"
The lightning-charged hand, sharp enough to slice off one of the Eight-Tails' horns, effortlessly severed Kiyosuke's neck.
His head tumbled to the ground, rolling across the dirt.
No blood sprayed—only flames burned from the wound.
"Wow, that was harsh. Scary, scary. You're as strong as a monster," the severed head said dramatically.
Furious, the Fourth Raikage stomped down, crushing the flaming skull.
But the fire quickly reassembled Kiyosuke's head.
"What a pain," the Raikage growled.
"It's not so bad," Kiyosuke said, waving dismissively with a grin.
"This ability's saved my life more than a few times."
"This time, it won't save you!"
The Fourth Raikage rushed in again, and the two clashed fiercely.
Neither could kill the other.
Kiyosuke couldn't break through his defense, and the Raikage couldn't kill him.
But they both understood one thing:
Whoever outlasted the other would win.
Explosions rang out endlessly, continuing into the night.
Their fierce battle tore the forest into a flat plain, the surroundings scorched black by Kiyosuke's flames.
The fire raged through the night, and the fight never stopped.
It went on until the next day—noon.
Kiyosuke and the Fourth Raikage were both panting hard.
Neither had been able to gain the upper hand. Each had trump cards they hadn't yet used.
There was no more holding back.
"Shadow Clone Technique!"
Kiyosuke created several clones.
He immediately began weaving hand signs, drawing in natural energy from the surroundings, merging it with his chakra to form Sage Chakra, and entered Sage Mode.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
All his clones were quickly destroyed.
The Fourth Raikage's hair stood on end, his cells fully activated as he entered his full-power state.
In this state, his speed was so extreme that even the Mangekyō Sharingan couldn't follow his movements—fast enough to dodge Sasuke's Amaterasu in an instant.
Kiyosuke's sudden transition into Sage Mode filled the Raikage with dread.
He'd planned to wear his opponent down, but it was clear now he'd have to go all-out.
"Sage Art: White Rage Technique!"
Kiyosuke's body suddenly inflated, turning him into a plump figure.
Then he opened his mouth and unleashed a crimson chakra dragon, while a pitch-black dragon orb formed in his palm.
The chakra dragon flew forward, spiraling around the orb at high speed before merging into it—
And then it erupted into a blinding white light with an ear-splitting whine!
The air shook violently.
The Fourth Raikage felt his bones grinding under the pressure, his body numb. Tears streamed from his eyes, and he was temporarily blinded. Blood leaked from both ears, accompanied by a constant ringing.
His Lightning Armor was beginning to break down.
He tried to dodge—
But it was already too late.
Against a highly mobile opponent like the Fourth Raikage, only an area-of-effect jutsu like the White Rage Technique would be effective.
After fighting for so long, Kiyosuke had already figured out the guy's abilities.
He could evade physical attacks, but a sensory-based jutsu like this—targeting vision and hearing—was another story.
Even if he avoided the source, he wouldn't know the range and would still get caught.
Meanwhile, Kiyosuke was completely unaffected.
A thin membrane covered his eyes, filtering out the blinding light.
His body, now composed of flame, was immune to sound.
This was the moment!
A torrent of flame gathered around his fist—focused on a single point!
"Fire Fist!!!!"
He punched out, the flaming fist engulfing the stunned Fourth Raikage before he could retreat!
"Brother!!!"
A figure suddenly burst from underground, wrapping around the Raikage protectively.
The flames scattered.
The air was thick with the stench of burning flesh—
And something that oddly smelled like grilled octopus…
One by one, charred octopus tentacles unraveled, revealing the Fourth Raikage and a young man with multiple swords strapped to his back and wearing sunglasses.
The Eight-Tails' jinchūriki—Killer B!
"Bee! Didn't I tell you to stay put and rest?!" the Fourth Raikage scolded his younger brother, eyes still closed.
"But, bro! If I didn't step in, you'd be… dead meat, yo! You damn fool, dumb fool!" Killer B rapped back, pointing a blade at Kiyosuke.
"You hurt my bro, you fool! Dumb fool! You're gonna pay, yo!"
He'd been hiding underground from the start, per the Raikage's plan—waiting for the right moment.
But he hadn't expected the fight to go on for an entire day and night.
He'd even been sleeping—until the White Rage Technique woke him up.
If not for the Eight-Tails protecting him with chakra, he would've been caught in the blast too.
"Oh, real nice of you! No honor at all!"
Kiyosuke raged, flames roaring around him.
He spat to the side with a thuggish snort.
"Tch. What, just the Eight-Tails? I already beat the Nine-Tails—what makes you think you'll be any different?"
"Big words, flame boy! I'll take you down with my bro, yo~!"
Killer B flashed a rock sign with his hand—odd, considering he was a rapper.
"Shut it, Bee! This guy's immune to physical attacks—use Water Release!"
"Got it, bro! Water Release: Water Shockwave!"
"Water Release: Water Formation Wall!"
Killer B's attack was easily blocked by Kiyosuke.
He quickly formed hand seals—just five—and completed the Water Dragon Bullet Technique!
The water from the defensive wall twisted upward, forming a dragon that swayed its body and lunged toward the A-B combo brothers.
"Yoooo!!!!"
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