"Roar—!!!"
The Three-Tails let out a terrified roar, desperately trying to stand up and resist!
Its limbs clawed at the ground frantically, its three massive tails lashed about wildly, and the Tailed Beast Chakra throughout its body erupted without reservation!
It was useless.
That pressure weighed down on it like something physical, pressing it so hard it couldn't even lift its head!
Its carapace began to crack.
It wasn't from an attack; it was being forcibly cracked by the sheer pressure!
Across those thick, blue-gray armor plates, cracks spread like spiderwebs, and blood seeped from the fissures!
Its forty-nine-meter-long body was pressed inch by inch into the ground!
Boom!!!
Another wave of impact!
The Three-Tails' massive body rose off the ground!
It wasn't blown away by an attack, but was forcibly sent flying by the shock of the pressure!
The forty-nine-meter-long behemoth traced a desperate parabola in the air, tumbling and roaring, and then—
Boom!!!
It slammed heavily onto the ground three kilometers away!
The force of the impact smashed a giant crater five hundred meters in diameter into the ground!
The Three-Tails lay at the bottom of the crater, gasping for breath, its single eye filled with terror.
It had lived for over a thousand years.
It had experienced countless battles.
It had been sealed, controlled, and used as a weapon.
But it had never been as terrified as it was today.
Because this time, the opponent hadn't even lifted a finger.
They hadn't even used Chakra.
Just by standing there, the aura naturally emitted...
...had sent it flying three kilometers.
This wolf...
...just what kind of monster was it?
—
Within a ten-kilometer radius.
Every living creature was trembling.
Insects hidden in the crevices of rocks fainted one by one.
Beasts hiding in caves foamed at the mouth and collapsed limply to the ground.
Several kilometers away, a herd of deer that had been drinking by the lakeside knelt on the ground in unison, their limbs stiff as if petrified.
Further away, the Hidden Mist Anbu who had been disturbed by the battle and were watching from a distance were now all lying on the ground, their bodies shaking so much they couldn't even raise their heads.
Ao's Byakugan spun frantically, but he could see nothing—not because of the distance, but because his brain could no longer process the terror brought by that pressure.
Chōjūrō's glasses fell to the ground; he clutched his head with both hands, curling into a ball.
Even the summoning beasts with them, the Ninja Hounds known for their loyalty, huddled together and let out whimpers of fear.
—
Yang Jiu slowly opened his eyes.
Within his golden pupils burned an unprecedented light—it was the lingering resonance of Conquerors Haki, the radiance belonging only to a king.
He looked at the changes around him.
He had done nothing.
He was just standing there.
And yet it had caused such a scene?
Then he looked at the wretched behemoth in the giant crater three kilometers away and swept his gaze over the unconscious creatures all around.
The corners of his mouth slowly curled up.
Yang Jiu withdrew his gaze and looked back at the wretched behemoth in the giant crater three kilometers away.
Then, with a thought, he turned into a golden stream of light and vanished from the spot.
In the next second, he appeared in front of Three-Tails Isobu.
"Let's go."
His voice was calm, yet it reached the Three-Tails' ears clearly.
"Follow me back to the Village."
The Three-Tails came to its senses, looked at him with a complex gaze, and nodded. It then struggled to get up and followed Yang Jiu with a limp.
—
Hidden Mist Village.
On the watchtower at the Village entrance, an Anbu Ninja on duty was rubbing his eyes.
The waves of terrifying pressure from just now still left him with lingering fear, but the aura seemed to have dissipated, and he was about to breathe a sigh of relief—
Then, he saw two figures on the horizon.
One was golden.
One was grayish-black.
The golden one was ten meters tall, its silver-gold fur shimmering in the sunlight, and the occasional arcs of electricity dancing around its body revealed its identity—the Wolf King who had fought to a draw with Lord Mizukage.
The grayish-black one...
The Anbu Ninja rubbed his eyes.
And rubbed them again.
Then, his pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinheads!
That... that was...
That... that was...
A Tailed Beast!!!
A forty-nine-meter-long monstrosity, its shattered carapace still seeping blood, two of its three massive tails dragging powerlessly on the ground while the other was half-severed; yet even so, the terrifying aura belonging to a Tailed Beast was still suffocating!
It followed behind the Wolf King just like that, step by step, walking toward the Hidden Mist Village!
"En—Enemy attack—!!!"
The Anbu Ninja let out a heart-wrenching scream and tumbled straight down from the watchtower!
Three seconds later.
The entire Hidden Mist Village erupted!
"The Tailed Beast is coming!!!"
"Run!!!"
"Lord Mizukage! Lord Mizukage!"
On the streets, the villagers who had been walking peacefully looked up outside the Village, and then—
Everyone turned at once and fled frantically in the opposite direction!
Vendors abandoned their stalls and ran, customers didn't even have time to pay, housewives holding children screamed as they rushed into alleys, and the elderly stumbled and were knocked down in the crowd only to scramble back up and keep running!
The Ninjas were running even faster than the villagers!
"That's a Tailed Beast!!!"
"I just got married last week! I don't want to die!!!"
"Mommy—!!!"
A young Genin cried as he ran, tripping over his own feet and continuing to flee by crawling and rolling.
The cats that had been sunbathing on the rooftops now had their fur standing on end; they screeched as they jumped down, ducking into any crevice they could find.
Even the Ninja Hounds tucked their tails between their legs, whimpering as they followed their masters, running even faster than them!
—
Mizukage's Office.
Mei Terumī stood by the window, watching the two figures getting closer and closer outside the Village.
Ao stood behind her, his Byakugan fully activated, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
"Lord Mizukage... that wolf... he really brought the Three-Tails back..."
His voice was trembling.
Mei Terumī didn't look back.
"I know."
"Then... then what do we do?"
Mei Terumī was silent for two seconds.
Then, she smiled.
In that smile, there was helplessness and shock.
"What do we do?"
She turned and walked toward the door.
"Go to welcome them, of course."
And at this moment.
The entire Hidden Mist Village was trembling.
Not from an earthquake, but from the people's hearts.
Under the frantic organization of several Elders and high-ranking Anbu, the chaos at the Village entrance lasted less than three minutes.
"Anbu! Organize the evacuation of the civilians!"
"Combat units! Assemble!"
"In three minutes, I want to see everyone in position!"
The orders were like a stabilizing anchor, instantly calming the situation.
The Ninjas who had been fleeing frantically stopped in their tracks, and then—
Everyone began to move.
Anbu Ninjas rushed into the crowd, guiding the civilians to evacuate toward the rear of the Village; the elderly were supported, children were picked up, and order gradually emerged from the chaos.
Ninjas from the combat units swarmed toward the Village entrance from all directions.
Three minutes later.
The Village entrance was already crowded with people.
At least five hundred Ninjas, from Genin to Jonin, from Anbu to regular units, were all fully assembled.
In the front row were Earth Release Ninjas, hands pressed to the ground, ready to raise defensive walls at any moment.
In the middle row were long-range attackers, with Shuriken, Kunai, and Explosive Tags all ready.
In the back row were sensory and medical types, with sensory secret techniques all activated.
Anbu members were scattered around, ready for a surprise attack at any moment.
Ao stood beside Mei Terumī, his Byakugan staring intently at the approaching golden figure, cold sweat dripping from his forehead one drop after another.
Chōjūrō gripped the Ninja sword "Hiramekarei" behind his back, his knuckles turning white, yet he didn't retreat a single step.
Genji was also supported by several Ninjas as he arrived at the Village entrance, his aged face full of solemnity.
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