"B, finish those two quickly. Matatabi and the others can't hold much longer."
Gyūki's voice carried urgency as he watched the Two-Tails and the others get overwhelmed before Kurama.
"Oh yeah!
Tailed beasts fall to Nine-Tails' might—
Me and Little Eight, perfect sync in the fight!
Slimy snake, slug can't bite—
No resistance in sight! Oh yeah!"
Killer B, controlling the Eight-Tails, broke into an impromptu rap mid-battle.
Orochimaru and Tsunade had already summoned their respective partners—Manda and Katsuyu.
But even so, they were no match for Gyūki.
A tailed beast was a tailed beast.
A summon was still just a summon.
Manda and Katsuyu might stand near the pinnacle of summoned creatures, but against the Eight-Tails—second only to the Nine-Tails—they were outclassed.
However, Gyūki no longer had the leisure to entangle himself with Orochimaru and Tsunade.
His eight massive octopus-like tentacles curled inward, wrapping tightly around his enormous body.
Kyūsei, who had kept the Kagura Mind's Eye active at all times, immediately noticed the change.
He recognized the move at once—
That wide-range devastation technique.
He was about to shout for everyone to retreat.
Though in Tailed Beast Mode he himself didn't fear the Eight-Tails—
The others absolutely did.
Ninja were like this: high offense, low defense.
Even someone like Madara—no matter how overwhelming his power—would still die if a kunai pierced his flesh.
"Tailed Beast: Eight Twists!"
With a roar from Gyūki—
Ōnoki, A, and the Third Kazekage instantly disengaged from their opponents.
Clearly, they had planned this beforehand.
No one present was weak. The moment they saw their opponents pull away, they reacted instinctively, each unleashing their own escape methods.
Orochimaru dove straight into Manda's mouth.
Tsunade sank into Katsuyu's body.
Sakumo vanished from the battlefield with his unmatched speed.
Yagura opened a water mirror, leapt inside, and dissolved into liquid.
As for Kaoru —
She was the most straightforward of all.
A Flying Thunder God flicker—
And she appeared beside Kyūsei.
Each showed their own divine skill.
Killer B hadn't expected Konoha's side to be this slippery.
But the technique was already primed.
Even if it hit nothing—
It had to be released.
In the next instant—
Gyūki transformed into a colossal tornado.
The earth split open.
The clouds above spiraled downward, forming a vortex.
Sky and land seemed connected in that single pillar of destruction.
The forest was obliterated.
Towering trees were ripped from the ground and hurled thousands of meters into the air.
Water seeped from below—the underground river exposed by the cataclysm.
Kurama dug his claws deep into the earth to avoid being swept away.
On the other side, the Two-Tails, Four-Tails, Five-Tails, and Seven-Tails huddled together, resisting the calamity.
Manda and Katsuyu couldn't endure it.
With a loud bang, both summons—and Orochimaru and Tsunade with them—were forcibly returned to their respective realms.
After what felt like an eternity, the apocalyptic technique finally subsided.
Within a radius of over a thousand meters—
Nothing remained but desolation.
Tailed beasts were called natural disasters for a reason.
Kurama's eyes sharpened.
The lesser beasts were insignificant.
The true problem—
Was Gyūki.
Still, to Kurama—
"Troublesome" was all he was.
"Roar!"
A golden-red spear materialized in Kurama's hand.
He leaned back—
And hurled it.
The spear shot forward like a streak of molten light.
"So fast!"
Gyūki tried to dodge—
But he had neither hooves for sprinting nor wings for flight.
His speed simply wasn't enough.
The spear pierced straight through one of his tentacles—
Pinning it firmly to the ground.
Killer B squinted at the radiant weapon.
There were markings on it—
Strange seals etched into its surface.
And then—
His pupils shrank violently.
A colossal golden fox appeared instantly beside Gyūki.
"Hahahahaha!"
"Gyūki—die!"
Kurama laughed wildly.
A massive glaive had already formed in his hand.
The blade screamed through the air as it cleaved downward.
Gyūki was stunned.
In all his long years—
Kurama had never possessed teleportation like this.
Behind the scenes—
Kyūsei gripped Kaoru 's hand tightly, feeding her chakra continuously, eyes blazing with focus.
Kaoru 's face lit up with excitement.
She couldn't help but admire his creativity.
Use Divine Might to create weapons—
Then engrave Flying Thunder God seals onto them.
With that—
Kurama himself could teleport.
"Kyūsei, you're incredible!"
Her blue eyes shimmered.
"I hereby name this technique—"
She took a dramatic breath.
"Tailed Beast Space-Time Divine Flash Ultra-Sharp Spiral Reincarnation Flying Thunder God—Final Form!"
"..."
Kyūsei froze.
He suddenly recalled Kushina's earlier warning about letting Kaoru name things.
"…I really think that's unnecessary."
"Huh?"
"How can you say that?"
She looked genuinely offended.
The name was awesome.
Why didn't he appreciate it?
Meanwhile—
The glaive descended.
Gyūki had no viable counter.
The attack was too sudden.
A calculated ambush against an unprepared target—
He was moments from execution.
But—
A brilliant white beam shot down from the heavens.
It struck the handle of Kurama's glaive.
In an instant—
The massive weapon shattered like fragile glass.
The Third Tsuchikage, Ōnoki.
Dust Release.
Gyūki seized the opening immediately.
He swung his massive fist toward Kurama.
But just like before—
Kurama vanished.
Reappearing in the distance.
At the spot he left behind—
Another golden-red spear stood embedded in the earth.
Flying Thunder God.
Gyūki scanned the battlefield carefully this time.
Making sure no more strange marked weapons surrounded him—
He ripped the spear from his tentacle and snapped it in half.
At the same time—
Matatabi and the others regrouped beside him.
The battlefield had reset.
But now—
Everyone understood.
The Nine-Tails had learned to teleport.
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