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Chapter 133: Jinchūriki!
BOOM—!!!
A deafening explosion instantly tore through the howling wind of the wasteland.
The heavy rock wall, which had just risen and gleamed with a metallic luster, suddenly caved inward right at its center.
It didn't just crack; it shattered.
Countless shards of stone sprayed backward in a fan shape like pellets fired from a shotgun, accompanied by a piercing screech.
Two Rock ninja hiding behind the wall didn't even have time to react before being hit in the chest by the flying debris. They were sent flying as if hit by a siege battering ram, slamming heavily into the warehouse wall behind them, their fate unknown.
Dust and smoke rose into the sky, obscuring vision.
Inside the outpost, there was a deathly silence, save for the clatter of falling debris.
Captain Ishikawa stood frozen in place, gripping his kunai, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.
Is this even human? Punching through an Earth Flow Rampart with just physical strength?
This kind of monstrous strength is unheard of.
The dust gradually settled.
In the center of that massive hole, a short, stocky figure slowly retracted his fist.
Garp stood atop the pile of rubble, looking down at his slightly reddened knuckles. His face, originally full of wild laughter, instantly slumped, his brows knitting into a tight knot.
"Tch!"
He shook his hand in annoyance, looking at the hole in front of him—which was only three or four meters in diameter—with a look of disdain.
If he were in his prime, let alone a stone wall, this entire base would have been razed to the ground.
He was dissatisfied.
Very dissatisfied.
Although this body possessed exceptional talent for the ninja world, in Garp's view, both bone density and muscle explosive power were far too lacking.
With that punch just now, he clearly felt a sting of pain in his wrist.
That was something that would have been absolutely impossible in the past.
"Hey! Raito!!"
A roar came from behind.
A, his body wrapped in Lightning Release chakra, appeared behind Garp like he had teleported.
This future Fourth Raikage looked at the clean hole in front of him and the rock fragments scattered on the ground—fragments that were fully half a meter thick—and the corner of his eye twitched wildly.
Although I could do this with full power, I'd have to rely on chakra.
This kid did it purely with his physical body. Pure physical violence.
He really is an out-and-out monster.
The power of this punch is already no less than a standard B-rank ninjutsu.
Killer B poked his head out from behind. A glint of surprise flashed in his eyes behind his sunglasses, but his mouth kept rapping, oblivious to the danger.
"The stone turned to dust, that fist is a bust! Fool, ya fool!"
"Shut up, Bee!"
A shouted grumpily, then turned to stare dead at Garp.
"Raito, you bastard, don't be so reckless!"
A, known as a brute within Cloud Village, was using that word to describe someone else for the first time.
The veins on A's forehead looked ready to burst as he pointed at the scattered rubble and the massive hole, roaring.
"We are exposed now! Completely exposed!"
Garp picked his ear nonchalantly and flicked whatever was on his fingertip away.
"Don't be so loud, I'm going deaf."
He grinned, revealing a mouthful of pearly white teeth, and pointed at the panicked Rock ninja ahead.
"Isn't 'infiltration' just knocking out everyone who sees me?"
"As long as no one can go report it, that's a perfect infiltration."
A was choked into silence by this twisted logic for a good while.
Behind them, Killer B swayed over to the beat while making strange hand signs.
"Raito's right, fists are the pass, yeah! Send 'em flying, like leaves on the grass! Fool, ya fool!"
"Shut up! Bee!"
A backhanded a punch onto Killer B's head, then took a deep breath. The Lightning Release chakra on his body suddenly surged.
Zzzzt!
Blue electric arcs instantly wrapped around his body, and his neatly slicked-back hair stood on end.
"Since it's come to this... All units, listen up!"
A's figure vanished from the spot, leaving only an afterimage and cracking air.
"Kill them all! Destroy the supplies!"
"Woooah! Now that's what a man should do!"
Garp roared excitedly and stomped the ground.
BOOM!
The already cracked ground completely collapsed. He shot out like a cannonball, even more violent than A using Body Flicker, charging straight toward the densest cluster of Rock ninja.
Inside the outpost.
Captain Ishikawa finally snapped out of his shock. Seeing the two monsters charging in, his face went pale.
The dust filling the sky hadn't even fully settled before the ear-piercing alarms were drowned out by desperate screams.
The dark-skinned brat who had poked through the reinforced wall like it was foam was standing atop the ruins, cracking his neck with loud crick-crack sounds.
Behind him were A, surging with Lightning Release chakra, and Killer B, posing strangely and muttering words.
Captain Ishikawa's pupils constricted violently, his gaze locked dead on the two figures following the dark-skinned brat.
As a Rock Jonin stationed at the border for years, he knew the profiles of high-end combatants from every nation by heart.
The burly youth with pale yellow hair was the next Raikage of Cloud Village, "A".
And the guy with sunglasses carrying seven swords...
A distorted roar tore from Ishikawa's throat, a voice cracking from extreme fear.
"It's the Jinchūriki!!"
This scream was shrill to the extreme, instantly spreading through the entire chaotic outpost.
"Those Cloud lunatics! They sent the Eight-Tails Jinchūriki out!!"
The Rock ninja, originally trying to organize a defense, visibly stiffened for a moment upon hearing the word "Jinchūriki."
On this battlefield, a Jinchūriki represented a natural disaster. Unconquerable destruction.
The reputation of a man, the shadow of a tree.
"Run... Run quickly!"
Someone screamed in a breakdown, turning to flee.
"Yo! Trying to flee? No door, no way! My swords will send you to your grave today! Fool! Ya fool!"
Killer B let out a strange cry. His body twisted into an extremely distorted spinning posture in mid-air, the seven short swords on his back making a tooth-aching friction sound as he moved.
"It's over..."
Captain Ishikawa closed his eyes in despair.
This level of destructive power wasn't a gap that could be filled by numbers.
Just then.
A lazy voice abruptly pierced through the clamor of the battlefield, drilling into everyone's ears.
"Oh my, oh my... What a truly scary aura~"
The voice was slow, carrying a unique, infuriatingly drawling tone that was completely out of place in this slaughterhouse of flying flesh and blood.
A's hand-knife had just smashed a boulder. Hearing this, he jerked his head up.
He saw the brat wearing tea-colored sunglasses standing on a lone stone pillar at the highest point of the ruins. His hands were in his pockets, his head tilted as he looked down.
"Hey, you dark-skinned fellow over there, destroying public property requires compensation at the listed price, you know~"
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