[Emergency Quest: Snap the Blades — Completed. Reward Issued]
A flood of sword techniques—and taijutsu/footwork that paired seamlessly with the blade—poured into Uchiha Yorin's mind.
Yorin was satisfied.
If it's just mopping up fodder, Body Flicker plus a simple slash is enough. But in the future Uchiha Yorin will be facing ultra-tier enemies like Uchiha Madara, Ōtsutsuki Kaguya, and other alien Ōtsutsuki.
Against those, you need more trump cards.
"Who's next?"
He rolled his neck, glanced toward Jiraiya's direction—then elsewhere.
Yeah. Save the best for last.
So first—go support Jiraiya-sensei.
Heh-heh-heh-heh.
Smiling, he fired a signal flare. A squad of Anbu appeared at once, surveyed the field, then stared at Uchiha Yorin with blazing fanaticism.
As expected of Yorin-sama—already downed all four Swordsmen. Incredible!
Yorin pointed at the sprawled bodies and issued orders:
"Those two—lock them up intact. That one—take him for treatment. That one—dig a hole and bury him."
"Yes, Yorin-sama!"
Leaving cleanup to Anbu, Yorin headed for Jiraiya's battlefield.
It was the easiest to spot—Jiraiya's toad boss Gamabunta was brawling with a fully transformed Three-Tails.
A gigantic turtle and a gigantic toad were wrestling—sand and stone flying, day turned to night. Even the Forest of Death wasn't enough for them to wreck.
"Go get him, Mr. Toad Boss."
Quipping lightly, Yorin dashed in—hundreds of meters vanished in a blink—and in that blink, the fight between Gamabunta and Isobu had already decided.
Even with Jiraiya assisting, Gamabunta still lost—no suspense. His short blade and ninjutsu couldn't crack the Three-Tails' shell.
Conversely, the Three-Tails' blows hurt—badly.
Two swats left Bunta reeling like a drunk. Another palm sent him howling through the air, nearly flattening him into stir-fried frog.
"Damn it!"
Gamabunta roared, staggering to rise—looked up—and blurted "oh crap." The Three-Tails' maw opened—charging a blast.
Bunta abandoned getting up and started weaving signs.
Both sides fired: Water Release: Iron Cannonball vs Water Release: Iron Bullet. Bunta lost—face full and sputtering, cussing as he tried to rally—when Jiraiya beside him shouted, "Oh crap!"
Bunta almost snapped, "What are you on about, kid Jiraiya?" Then he looked—and swore too. A Tailed Beast Bomb.
"Jiraiya!!"
Jiraiya: "On it!"
With their years together, Jiraiya would never let Gamabunta get blasted to pieces.
He stepped in, weaving signs.
The Tailed Beast Bomb is the world's strongest projectile—did Jiraiya have something that could match it?!
He did, brother—he did:
Sage Art: Super Big Ball Rasengan!!
As a combined Minato–Jiraiya technique, the Rasengan's prototype was the Tailed Beast Bomb itself.
Replica vs original—head-to-head.
Tailed Beast Bomb vs Sage Art: Super Big Ball Rasengan!!
A black-violet doom sphere and a water-blue doom sphere roared toward each other—collided—explosion stacked on explosion, multiplying the blast.
"Fall back, now!!"
Seeing it, Jiraiya immediately unsummoned Gamabunta to safety, then retreated hard, face going grim.
A heartbeat later, the massive detonation went off—black-violet and water-blue merged into a chaotic orange-red—rushing outward, lighting the night, like a hundred suns rising over the Forest of Death.
At the blast's core, vast forest—soil—and every small creature above it—were vaporized in an instant—
And that monstrous shockwave kept expanding fast.
Both Jiraiya and Yagura retreated at top speed, lest they be caught and annihilated—
The latter even dropped his tailed-beast form—otherwise, even a turtle's mobility might not save him from becoming charcoal.
"What is that?"
"What the hell?"
"I-Is that a Tailed Beast?!"
The blast yanked Konoha's attention like a siren.
The village—only a few clubs open at night—erupted like a scalded hive. Shinobi by the hundreds, civilians by the thousands, poured from their homes, staring in fear toward the battlefield.
"T-that—that's—"
"T-the Three-Tails—a Tailed Beast!"
"A monster! A monster's coming!"
Some knew of tailed beasts—but most civilians, and even many ordinary shinobi, did not. All they knew: a super terrifying monster.
Though Yagura dropped his form in a heartbeat, that one harrowing image burned into everyone's mind—a nightmare they'd never shake.
So this is the inertia of history?
On the Nine-Tails Night, the Nine-Tails didn't show—but the Three-Tails did. One tailed beast was going to rampage no matter what, huh?
"Everyone, don't panic!"
"Evacuate civilians! Hold order!!"
"We're the Police Force—civilians, with me!"
"Anyone tries to riot—cut him down!!!"
In the chaos, the Uchiha—long since warned by Yorin—stepped up at once.
The Police Force, once feared by the villagers, now looked immeasurably reliable—reassuring. After tonight, their reputation wouldn't fall—it would climb.
Uchiha Yorin: "Of course—that's still not enough."
Thinking it, he Body Flickered to Jiraiya's side.
Despite his sprint, Jiraiya had caught some of the edge.
"How is it, Jiraiya-sensei?"
"Not dying."
He grimaced through the pain—he wasn't about to lose face in front of a junior.
"Then rest. Leave the rest to me."
He patted Jiraiya's shoulder.
Jiraiya: "Mm. Be careful."
He wanted to stay and help—but feeling something wrong inside, he chose to pull back and yield the field to Uchiha Yorin.
"Don't worry."
Yorin rolled his shoulders and neck—brushed imaginary dust from his chest—smiled lightly—and strode into the shattered battlefield.
There, a battle-worn, baby-faced boy with a strange long hook stood expressionless.
Isobu's jinchūriki.
The perfect jinchūriki.
The invincible Fourth Mizukage, Yagura Karatachi.
Uchiha Yorin's strongest opponent yet.
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