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Daigo wasn't playing. The difference between this confrontation and the previous one was Colossal; the Kazekage wasn't looking to have fun, he was looking to finish what happened in the last one.
The atmosphere on the coast had become dense, charged with an energy that made the skin crawl. Daigo left behind any trace of the diplomacy that duty had imposed on him. In his mind, the figures of Shizuka and Yashamaru appeared, not as a distraction, but as a reminder: he didn't fight for the thrill, nor for the glory of the battlefield; he fought for a future where his people's survival wouldn't depend on the will of others.
Without uttering a single word, Daigo's chakra began to shift. His eyes, fixed on Mangetsu, lit up with relentless intensity. He invoked the technique he had learned from his father: he went straight to the Sixth Breath of the Seven Heavens.
The air around Daigo distorted. His presence, which before had been that of a man, was now that of a storm contained within a human body. Mangetsu, who until that moment maintained a defiant posture, felt how the oxygen in his lungs grew heavy under the pressure of the chakra emanating from the Kazekage.
Daigo didn't wait. There was no warning. In the blink of an eye, he became a pink lightning bolt that tore across the battlefield with a speed that the human eye could barely register.
Mangetsu barely had time to raise the Hiramekarei to defend himself, but Daigo's strike came from an impossible angle. The clash resonated like the impact of a metal bat destroying wood. Mangetsu was propelled backward, his feet carving into the rock as if they were plows, while the crystal coating Daigo's fists crystallized the surface of the sword.
"This can't be," thought Mangetsu, recovering his balance with difficulty. The Mizukage tried to change his fighting style,
seeking the fluidity of water to elude the direct strikes, but Daigo was a wall of immovable reality.
Daigo attacked from all fronts. Every movement was a lesson in efficiency. He didn't waste energy, he didn't look for unnecessary flair; he sought immediate termination. Mangetsu, desperate, decided to resort to the same tactic he had used in the previous fight against Daigo.
With a quick movement of hand seals, he created water clones that lunged at Daigo from the flanks, while he submerged himself into the shadows of the rocks to prepare an attack from the rear.
But Daigo didn't fall for the trap. His Seismic Sense, amplified by the Sixth Breath, indicated the exact position of the real Mizukage through the vibration of the earth.
With a sharp turn of his torso, Daigo ignored the clones, striking each one with his palm, dissipating them into useless puddles of water. He remained firm, attacking the other clones that were coming.
The incoming clones were torn to pieces by Daigo, who wiped out everything that approached him.
Mangetsu, believing his decoy had worked, jumped from his hiding spot, with the Hiramekarei ready to decapitate Daigo, camouflaging himself with the clones. But that was his mistake.
Daigo, who was already spinning on his axis, launched an ascending strike charged with the full power of his technique.
The impact was brutal, straight into the center of Mangetsu's chest. The Mizukage, in a final act of survival, tried to turn his body into water so the blow would pass through him, but Daigo had anticipated that response.
In the microsecond that Daigo's fist touched Mangetsu's chest, the crystal began to form. The physical property of water was annulled by the molecular structure of the crystal.
Mangetsu didn't fade away; he was struck with the solidity of rock. The force of the blow lifted him off the ground, projecting him against the stone with a violence that made the platform tremble.
The air was expelled from his lungs in a silent scream, and a torrent of blood gushed from his mouth, staining the crystal on the ground a bright crimson.
Mangetsu tried desperately to activate his hydration jutsu again to escape that vulnerable position, but Daigo was already on top of him.
This time, the Kazekage didn't make the mistake that had cost him his eye in the past. There was no hesitation. There was no mercy. His hands moved with the precision of an executioner.
With a touch of his palm, the crystal spread instantly. First, he sealed Mangetsu's hands, preventing him from performing any hand seals. Then, with a quick movement toward his neck and shoulders, he sealed his head. Finally, he felt the pulse in the Mizukage's chest and sealed his heart.
The process was a silent torture. Mangetsu tried to fight, his muscles tensing against the crystal prison, but Daigo's element was stronger, more persistent. Before the crystal sealed his face completely, Mangetsu's consciousness dissipated, but not before a final thought crossed his mind, a whisper to the void:
"I'm sorry, little brother."
The crystal closed, turning Mangetsu Hōzuki into an inert statue, a monument to arrogance and failure, with his gaze lost in a future he would never see. Daigo stood up, exhaling the air he had been holding during the battle. He looked at the statue with cold eyes, devoid of joy.
"You were a worthy opponent, Mangetsu," said Daigo, his voice sounding strangely hollow in the silence of the coast.
"It's a pity your vision was so small. You could have been something more."
However, the triumph was fleeting. A roar, dark, deep, and charged with ancestral malice, erupted from nowhere. The ground beneath his feet began to crack with a violence that surpassed any natural earthquake.
A few meters away, the ninja from Takigakure, the container of the Nanabi, began to writhe.
The seal that held him prisoner hadn't just broken; it had been destroyed by the violent release of energy. The ninja's body began to grow, deforming, his bones creaking as they expanded in a nauseating sound.
A dark shell, similar to a beetle's, sprouted from his skin, and four giant, membranous wings filled with insectoid green chakra unfolded toward the sky.
The Seven-Tails was free, and its awakening wasn't a liberation, it was a declaration of war against everyone on the battlefield. The air turned toxic, charged with particles of glowing dust that burned the lungs of anyone who dared to inhale them.
The beast, an insectoid colossus with mandibles that could snap steel, rose onto its hind legs, flapping its wings with a frequency that made the winds around it move in strong gusts.
"So you came out to play too, didn't you, Nanabi?" said Daigo, preparing hand seals for a jutsu.
The Nanabi, in its insectoid form, emitted a hum that shattered nearby crystals, the sound waves striking the surroundings like invisible hammers. Daigo, reacting by instinct, extended his hands, his chakra flowing like an overflowing river into the earth.
"Shoton: Giant Crystal Spear!"
A sharp crystal pillar shot out from the ground, aiming directly at the beast's center abdomen. It was an attack capable of piercing mountains, but the Nanabi, demonstrating an agility that contradicted its enormous size, beat its wings with enormous force.
The movement generated a tornado of cutting wind, a vacuum of pressure that not only deflected Daigo's spear, but pulverized it into millions of harmless shards.
The crystal dust floated in the air, mixing with the coastal mist, creating a surreal visual effect where the sunlight refracted in new colors over the battlefield.
The beast charged. It didn't run; it lunged, covering the distance in a second while flying. Daigo barely had time to dodge, sliding over a crystal plate he had created on the ground himself.
The impact of the Bijuu's claws against the basalt left deep craters, throwing boulders the size of carriages into the air. The Kazekage realized he couldn't contain it alone while the Bijuu was in that state of frenzy. It was a force of nature, and he needed an equal force.
"Iron!" Daigo exclaimed, his voice dominating the chaos of the moment.
With astonishing speed, Daigo performed the necessary seals, his mind calculating the chakra cost of the summon. A dense smoke enveloped the field, and upon dissipating, Iron, the elephant, appeared.
Its presence, massive and powerful, caused the ground to sink. The beast, upon the appearance of another colosal being, roared defiantly, a sound that was a mix of insect and thunder.
"Iron, I need you to hold it in place and weaken it!" ordered Daigo, without losing sight of the creature. "Don't let it move! I need time for the sealing!"
Iron trumpeted, a sound that shook the cliffs, and charged at the Seven-Tails. The impact of the two titans was dull, a shockwave that swept away the remaining mist and exposed the devastated coast.
The battle of titans began. Iron used his weight and defenses to ram the creature, while Daigo, coordinating his movements, created crystal chains that intertwined with the stone pillars that Iron raised from the ground with his earth Jutsus.
The combination was perfect. Iron's earth blocked the Nanabi's movement, and Daigo's crystal, injecting itself into the cracks, immobilized the beast's wings and claws.
The Seven-Tails was trapped, its attempts to release its green chakra were contained by the constant pressure of the alliance between the elephant and the Kazekage.
The Nanabi launched a blast of toxic spores, a green gas that began to corrode Iron's armor and crack Daigo's crystal.
The creature was desperate; it could feel the intention to imprison it again and didn't want that. It began to spin, using its wings like circular saws, cutting through the stone pillars and making Iron retreat.
The Bijuu was a force of pure will. Every time Daigo chained a limb, the Nanabi ripped it off with brute force that made Iron bleed.
Daigo noticed that the beast was accumulating energy in its mouth, a black and dense glow that promised nothing good.
"It's a Bijudama!" shouted Daigo. "Iron, form a total barrier!"
The elephant obeyed, planting its four legs on the ground and creating a dome of earth reinforced with crystal.
Daigo hid behind it, channeling all his remaining chakra into a triple-layered crystal shield.
The explosion wasn't a sound, it was an absence of it; a white light that devoured the coast, followed by a thundering silence. When the dust settled, the platform where they were fighting was reduced to ruins.
Iron was wounded, with large burn marks, and Daigo was gasping, barely maintaining the crystal shield in front of him. Daigo, looking at Iron, showed concern as he covered him from the explosion.
"Iron, can you continue? I don't want you to get hurt any further," asked Daigo, looking at Iron, whose tusks began to glow green.
"Don't worry, I'm already starting to heal, Daigo. Why do you always have to be in complicated fights?" said Iron.
Daigo just smiled before looking at the Nanabi.
The Nanabi, however, was gasping too. It had spent an immense amount of energy. Daigo, noticing that he would have the time to try, didn't waste the moment.
"Now!" shouted Daigo.
From the mist emerged Sasori and Karinna. Sasori, moving rapidly, guided Karinna to the perfect position, ignoring the mortal danger of approaching a Bijuu.
Karinna carried the black clay vessel, a container sealed with seals that glowed with an intense black, vibrating with the power of the Uzumaki seals.
The Nanabi, noticing the danger, began to fight with more ferocity, trying to take off to flee, but the crystal chains Daigo had left buried under the ground tightened.
Iron, in an effort while he healed, struck the ground, causing the earth to start blocking its escape.
"Karinna, don't fail!"
The young Uzumaki, with her hands trembling from pure effort, imprinted the seal on the vessel. Her eyes glowed with a violet tone, channeling the lineage of her clan.
"Containment Seal: Void Tomb!"
A beam of black light erupted from the vessel, enveloping the Bijuu like a net of shadows. The Nanabi emitted a screech that resonated throughout the Land of Tea, a lament of despair as it was sucked into the clay.
Daigo's crystal and Iron's earth closed like a final pincer, ensuring no escape was possible.
The creature fought until the very last millisecond, its wings beating the air, its chakra tails trying to break the black light, but the vessel was an anchor that didn't give way.
With one final flash, the vessel sucked in the beast's final essence and closed with a metallic click. The ninja from Takigakure fell to the ground, his human body returned, pale and dead upon being separated from the Bijuu.
The silence returned to the coast, heavier than before. The ninja's body lay inert. The Nanabi had been sealed.
Daigo breathed deeply, wiping sweat and blood from his forehead. His hands trembled slightly, a side effect of the immense amount of chakra he had mobilized. He looked at Iron, who nodded before dissipating into a cloud of smoke, and then looked at Sasori and Karinna, who were visibly exhausted after the great effort to seal the Bijuu.
The main battle had ended, but in the distance, the intense heat and constant lightning indicated that the war on the coast was far from over.
Pakura and Ringo were still there, wrapped in their own mortal dance. The area where they fought looked like an earthly hell. Kirigakure's mist was being evaporated at a constant rate by the unbearable heat that Pakura radiated.
Every time Ringo tried to attack, the air around her became so dry that the electricity of her swords lost its conductivity, crackling uselessly against Pakura's heat barriers.
Daigo straightened up, adjusting his robe, which was scorched and covered in dust. He knew he couldn't rest yet.
The victory over Mangetsu and the sealing of the Bijuu were immense achievements, but the safety of his squad and the elimination of loose ends were equally important.
He walked toward the edge of the cliff, watching how Pakura's heat spheres began to close a circle around the girl from the Mist. Ringo was cornered, her speed diminished by dehydration and exhaustion.
"Sasori," said Daigo without looking back. "Secure the vessel. If anyone tries to get close, you know what to do. Eliminate them."
"Understood," replied the puppeteer, his chakra threads glowing faintly as his puppets positioned themselves around the seal.
Daigo continued walking, his steps leaving crystal marks on the rock. He felt as if he were in a state of absolute calm. The death of Mangetsu, the captured Bijuu, the control over the situation; everything was aligned for his victory, although he hadn't planned on doing any of this.
But he knew the real problem would be dealing with the political fallout from this battle, the theft of the Bijuu, and the death of the Fourth Mizukage. Kirigakure wouldn't sit idly by.
The war that had ended weeks ago could return, though that didn't matter to him. He had made the decision to be the Kage that Suna needed, not the one the world wanted. If to protect his village he had to become the villain of history, he would do it without blinking.
He had seen the loyalty in the eyes of all the shinobi of Sunagakure, and if they believed in him, why should he care what the others thought?
He arrived at an elevation from where he could see the final duel. Pakura was about to finish off Ringo.
The girl from the Mist tried one last desperate attack, a thrust with her electric swords, but Pakura simply dodged the blow, placing both hands on Ringo's chest.
"It's over," whispered Daigo to himself.
With a fluid movement, Pakura released her Shakuton chakra upon direct contact with Ringo, who couldn't react when the extreme heat began to strip all liquid from her body as it evaporated.
Her body fell to the ground like a mummy, without any sign of life, only Pakura looking down, showing her the respect she deserved for being a strong opponent.
End of chapter.