Seeing Utakata's arrogant demeanor, Ryun felt a chill of disgust. He did not plan to waste any more time with this effeminate man.
"Look at me. Utakata." As Ryun spoke, the circular pattern of the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, with its six tomoe, instantly appeared in his eyes.
Utakata looked up for just a second. The Six-Tails inside him urgently warned, "Don't look." But it was already too late. Utakata's pupils reflected the same Sharingan pattern as Ryun's.
His hands dropped to his sides, and he stood motionless on the spot. All the bubbles around him vanished. In his mental space, everything was pitch black. A red moon hung in the sky, and upon closer inspection, the pattern on the red moon was exactly the same as the design of Ryun's Sharingan.
Utakata tried to break through this dark, hard space. He used all his strength, ninjutsu, and taijutsu, but he could not shatter the barrier.
"Six-Tails, Six-Tails. Can you hear me? Lend me your power." Utakata was no longer composed. Instead, he was like a beggar, pleading desperately.
Saiken was not doing any better. In its space, a figure appeared. It was Ryun.
Ryun looked at Saiken. Saiken also looked at him. This man's Sharingan must be the Mangekyō Sharingan. Otherwise, it would not have been so easy to control both it and that kid Utakata.
"You are Saiken, the Six-Tails, right." Ryun smiled faintly.
"How do you know my name." It was somewhat surprised. Many people called it Six-Tails because of its form, with six tails.
But the number of humans who knew its real name could be counted on one hand. This man in front of it was definitely not one of them.
Ryun smiled. "I not only know you, but I also know Shukaku, Matatabi, Isobu." Ryun listed the names of all the Tailed Beasts.
This surprised and curious Saiken. "Did Kurama tell you."
"Impossible. Would it be that kind. But that is not the point. The point is, I am here to save you." Ryun said with a hint of mockery.
"Save me. Are you joking. A Tailed Beast that has become a Jinchūriki has already lost its freedom. If you kill him, I will also die for a period of time. What saving are you talking about." Saiken said with contempt.
"No, no. I am saving you from this rookie, moving you into another person's body. And I can promise you, if you cooperate actively, I can give you nine Tailed Beasts a chance to reunite in the future." Ryun laughed.
Saiken fell silent. Ryun's words, put nicely, were asking it to leave. Put bluntly, it was giving it a new master and telling it to behave. But there was another meaning. He would gather all the Tailed Beasts and have all nine Jinchūriki live in Konoha.
That would be fine too. After all, fighting and killing all day was really meaningless. So it just said calmly, "Do I have a choice."
"It seems not. But your new master's physique is much stronger than this effeminate man's." Ryun sighed.
Saiken stopped resisting and lay down to the side. Seeing this, Ryun grinned and exited the mental space.
Ryun slung Utakata over his shoulder. Since he was still the Jinchūriki, the container for the Six-Tails, carrying Utakata was easier than directly capturing the Six-Tails.
Ryun carried Utakata and headed back the way he came, toward the dock.
A voice spoke from the shadows. "Mizukage-sama, are you just going to let Ryun take our village's Jinchūriki like this." The shinobi had a pained expression.
Yagura sighed. "Why don't you capture Ryun, and then I will go take back the Six-Tails Jinchūriki." As soon as he said this, the shinobi gritted his teeth but ultimately sighed.
Yagura turned and walked toward Kirigakure. In his heart, his assessment of Ryun's danger level rose another notch. This young man was terrifying.
Ryun quickly reached the dock. His appearance immediately drew the attention of the Konoha shinobi. Those on alert could not help but breathe a sigh of relief and began to gather around him.
"Lord Ryun."
"Department Head Ryun."
"Commander Ryun."
"Hokage-sama."
People called him all sorts of things, strangely varied, but what they shared was the awe in their eyes and tone.
Earlier on the battlefield, the performance of Ryun's clones had amazed them. One changed the terrain, one controlled the entire field, one alone fought the Seven Ninja Swordsmen.
"Mm, everyone has worked hard. When we return, I will truthfully report all your contributions." Ryun smiled.
"Sir, what is this." Someone pointed at Utakata on his shoulder, looking strangely at him. Could it be that Lord Ryun had a taste for men.
Ryun was stunned. "This person is spoils of war. Don't worry about it too much. Captain, prepare to set sail."
The merchant now realized that these people were all Konoha shinobi. He regretted it deeply. Hadn't he invited wolves into his home.
But it was too late. He sighed, only hoping that Ryun and these people would not kill indiscriminately and spare his life.
After Ryun and the others boarded the ship, the captain gave the order to depart. These ships sailed very fast. In just over two hours, they reached the ferry terminal.
Ryun smiled and paid the captain the fare. The captain did not dare to accept it and quickly waved his hands. But Ryun insisted. "Captain, you should take the money. It is the rule. It cannot be broken. Although we are shinobi, we are also people."
After speaking, Ryun placed the money bag on the ground, turned around, and led the about one thousand eight hundred Konoha shinobi toward Konoha.
Too fast. It was simply too fast. This battle was concluded in less than two days. The casualty rate was 1 to 15. It directly beat the Land of Water into submission.
At the same time, this news instantly spread throughout the entire ninja world. The nations were shocked. All were silent. Sunagakure even sent an envoy attempting to form a permanent alliance between the two countries.
Iwagakure had just prepared to send troops to get involved. The meeting had already been held. But when this news arrived, Ōnoki, who had just stood up, sat back down.
Thank goodness, thank goodness he had not impulsively sent troops to attack Konoha. Otherwise, Ryun Uchiah would probably have turned around and attacked them after returning to the village.
What he did not know was that Madara Uchiha had been sitting at the border for two days, extremely bored. He had been constantly hoping that Ōnoki would send troops to relieve his boredom. But things did not go as he wished.
"Tch, transferring me to the Cloud border would have been fine too. What kind of terrible place is this Rock border." Madara Uchiha sighed.
A border shinobi tremblingly came to deliver his meal. "Madara-sama, this is your lunch today." A person's reputation, a tree's shadow. The pressure from the Shinobi of the Warring States, the Rose of the Battlefield, was still very great.
Madara glanced at it. Roast lamb, sashimi, inarizushi. The corners of his mouth turned up. He stood up and took the lunch. "What is your name." He patted the shinobi on the shoulder.
The shinobi quickly straightened up and saluted. "I am a civilian shinobi, Namikaze Kumoro."
Madara nodded, indicating that he remembered. Namikaze Kumoro did not say much more. He grinned, scratched his head, and left.
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