Raikage A was undeniably powerful, and his fighting style closely resembled Logan's.
It was precisely because of this similarity that A, despite his strength, found himself completely suppressed in every aspect and couldn't land any real damage on Logan.
The real threat came from the Eight Tails—Gyūki.
The small plane in the sky unleashed a barrage of bullets.
Eight explosive rounds rained down, landing precisely on Gyūki's head and chest, each strike targeting a vital area with mechanical precision.
The continuous explosions transformed the Eight Tails into a headless "corpse."
A rift tore open behind the giant beast, and Killer Bee's heavily weakened body fell limply from the sky.
Inside Killer Bee's consciousness, Gyūki's voice echoed:
"Bee... this is the last thing I can do for you. I can't transform again in the short term. Next... you need to run…"
"Run?"
As he plummeted from the sky, Killer Bee managed to twist his neck to the side. His blurry gaze caught Logan sprinting toward him, katana in hand.
There was no hatred in Logan's eyes—only intense focus. He wasn't acting out of rage or vengeance. He was simply doing what needed to be done, as he had learned in his previous life.
"If the enemy can go, I can go too."
So, Logan came.
Out of respect, he had even stopped by Luoxue Village to retrieve the Sword of Destruction, intending to have a civil conversation with the people of the Cloud Shinobi Village.
Logan believed the fight had already gone far enough.
After all, Cloud Shinobi Village and Ryūchi Cave were not the same.
But then Raikage A had said, "I can die, but I will not lose."
And that reminded Logan—
This world was full of cultural differences.
In that case…
"Then do as the Romans do."
Logan gripped his sword with both hands. In a flash, he caught up to Killer Bee, who was still falling from Gyūki's collapsing body. Digging his left foot into the ground, he stopped his momentum and transferred all his force into the swing.
A, who had just been flung away by Gyūki's tail, reappeared in a flash. With his one remaining hand, he intercepted Logan's sword.
He braced himself for the Lightning Style Chakra to explode—fully expecting to lose his arm again.
But nothing exploded.
Instead—
A massive fist, bigger than his head, materialized.
"ORA!"
Star Platinum's punch connected with A's head.
Even with Lightning Style Chakra's protection, the blow rattled his skull and left his entire body frozen in place.
"ORA ORA ORA ORA!"
It wasn't time-stopping or an explosion from Killer Queen. It all happened too quickly.
Before the stunned audience of Cloud Shinobi Village—including Ellaby and the village's elite—Logan beat down the most powerful man they had ever known.
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Completely obliterated him.
He wanted them all to see it clearly.
To remember it, forever.
Blood bloomed from A's body like crimson flowers. His internal organs ruptured from within. To prevent him from escaping mid-fight, Logan shattered his legs entirely. His calves were severed and sent flying nearly a hundred meters.
Star Platinum landed a final uppercut that sent A hurtling into the sky. With narrowed eyes, he raised his right fist again.
This final blow would end it.
But then—
A heavy thud.
Killer Bee dropped to his knees.
"We surrender! Logan, please… don't kill my brother!"
Star Platinum's fist paused in the air.
A's body crashed back down, limp and broken. He roared through cracked lips, "Bee! Don't beg the enemy! I'd rather die than be saved by my brother's shameful kneeling!"
"But… brother…"
Killer Bee stared at A's ruined body—now missing an arm, both legs gone. His eyes reddened with despair.
"We can't win!"
Star Platinum vanished.
Logan looked at Killer Bee. "Do you want to talk to me calmly?"
"Yes... yes."
"But," Logan said as his hand clenched into a fist again, "not yet."
Killer Bee's heart dropped.
Logan stepped forward and punched A square in the face.
Click—!
Two discs popped out.
Logan calmly picked them up: one containing A's memories, the other his ninjutsu.
"Brother Logan, here you go."
Sasuke walked over, holding freshly brewed tea.
Logan accepted both cups, took a sip, and handed the second one to Killer Bee.
"Stand up. Now... we can talk."
Killer Bee looked at the cup of tea, then at his brother—who now lay on the ground like a shattered doll. It felt surreal, like something out of a dream. Yet no dream could ever be this cruel.
Then, something fell out of A's pants—a bundle of photographs, scattering across the floor.
They were the pictures of girls A had collected to help Sasuke find a partner.
Killer Bee sighed.
What a strange, absurd dream.
But even the strangest dream paled in comparison to the brutality of reality.
"Suddenly... I got an inspiration," Killer Bee thought blankly.
For the first time in his life, that inspiration felt heavy.
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The war ended as quietly as the tea steeped.
Cloud Shinobi Village had been defeated—by one man.
It was unthinkable, but it was undeniable.
Yes, only the Raikage and the Eight Tails Jinchūriki were defeated. The village still had tens of thousands of trained shinobi and state-of-the-art weapons. But none of it mattered.
Logan's onslaught had been so swift that not a single jutsu or weapon had even grazed him.
Even the combined strength of the Raikage and Killer Bee hadn't been enough to force Logan to use High-Speed Regeneration.
Could anyone really bet on the hope that "No matter how strong Logan is, he can't kill us all"?
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One hour later.
Logan sat inside the Raikage's office.
Raikage A had been sent to emergency care.
Thanks to Cloud Shinobi Village's advanced medical technology and A's inhuman physique, his life could still be saved.
But with both his memory and ninjutsu discs in Logan's possession, he wouldn't be waking up without Logan's approval.
Killer Bee, wrapped in thick bandages, sat across from Logan. Behind him stood Raikage's secretary Mabui and guard captain Darui.
They looked incredibly tense, as though one wrong word could trigger another massacre.
After a brief silence, Mabui finally spoke:
"Mr. Logan, your intentions are now clear. Cloud Shinobi Village is prepared to offer compensation for the Kirigakure attack."
Logan shook his head slightly.
"Compensation is only one part. I have three demands."
He raised one finger.
"First, monetary and material compensation for the damage to Kirigakure's people and buildings from your attack. As we just discussed."
He raised a second finger.
"Second, I want a new class added to the Cloud Shinobi Village Ninja School. I'll send the course content to you myself."
Then a third.
"Third, the arms race must stop."
Killer Bee's face darkened.
He looked around the room, then finally said through clenched teeth:
"Logan… I can agree to the first two. Right now. But the third… I cannot."
"Cloud Shinobi Village—at the very least—must maintain a strong military program."
He braced himself for a violent reaction.
Logan had already carved his name into history as a man of terrifying decisiveness.
But Logan simply asked:
"Can you tell me why?"
Even Darui looked surprised.
The arms race had always been tradition. Every Raikage before A had promoted it aggressively.
So why?
Killer Bee and Mabui exchanged glances. Then Mabui gave a small nod.
She walked over to a locked cabinet near the desk, pulled out a file from the bottom drawer, and retrieved a photo.
She placed it carefully on the table.
Logan leaned closer.
The photo had clearly been taken by a high-powered telescope. Logan instantly recognized the landscape—the Moon's cratered surface.
And in one crater, faintly visible…
A humanoid shadow.
Someone was on the Moon.
Killer Bee pointed to the image.
"Logan… did you know that the Moon didn't exist in this world in ancient times?"
Logan blinked. "…So what you're saying is—"
"You've been preparing for war… against aliens?"