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Han fell unconscious again just as his hand twitched, The Raikage rattled his brain so hard, he was in a suspended state.
Bee's swords clinked back into their sheaths, his eight tails swaying behind him. Four tails sealed inside the sacred treasure...the Bashōsen's great fan, the Shichiseiken gleaming with ancient weight, the Kōkinjō rope pulsing faintly, and the ominous Benihisago gourd humming with sealing chakra.
"Raikage-sama, I wanna test somethin'," Bee said in his usual rhyming cadence but his voice unusually firm. He stepped toward Han, who lay sprawled in the churned mud. The battlefield stank of sulfur and charred flesh, steam rising in hot sheets from the broken earth. Han's chest heaved in shallow, ragged breaths. His armor was cracked open, his chakra flickering like a dying ember.
Bee extended one tail, glowing yellow, the Kōkinjō rope unraveling as if eager to taste a soul. With a precise strike, the rope touched Han's chest. A ripple passed through the jinchūriki, and then... like mist tugged from water... Han's soul shimmered free of his body, pale and half-formed.
The Shichiseiken descended in the grip of another tail, cutting across the intangible figure. A clean slice. Bee's eyes darted immediately to the blade's surface, expecting the kanji of Han's final word to etch itself across its divine steel. He expected with Han not able to speak... he should be sealed in a while for not speaking.
Nothing. The sword remained blank.
Bee frowned. "...Haa. It seems if the opponent's out cold, the word doesn't appear. No trigger, no sealing. yo'"
The Raikage, arms folded, his cloak of lightning dimmed but still crackling faintly, studied carefully. "Or perhaps the Five-Tails' jinchūriki never had a word to repeat. Silent men are dangerous. That silence might've saved him."
"Maybe. But I'll confirm." Bee turned, tails swaying. He sprinted toward the edge of the steaming crater, where a scattering of Iwa survivors clung to rocks and scorched trees. He closed the gap on a jōnin before the man could react, landing a restrained punch to the jaw. The shinobi crumpled, unconscious before hitting the ground.
Bee repeated the process. Kōkinjō glowed, tugging the man's soul. Shichiseiken cut it. Still no word. Still no reaction from the Benihisago.
Bee exhaled slowly, testing his theory complete. "Yeah. Won't work on the unconscious. Needs the voice, the will, the fight."
Behind them, Han's limp body twitched. The soul, unanchored but not captured, had slid back into its vessel. His eyes fluttered. His breathing steadied. Consciousness returned, though he did not stir enough to draw attention. Lying perfectly still, Han listened... not wanting to attract any attention. He noticed Bee using those weird tools against his men and it doesn't seem to work on the unconscious.
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It began with a rumble of feet, a shifting in the steam. The ground quivered from numbers. The last 1000 Iwa shinobi, scattered in panic from bee earlier, had regrouped under their surviving commanders. Their faces were hollow with fatigue, burns still fresh on their bodies, but they carried steel in their eyes. They would not leave their jinchuuriki behind. He was captured Hidden stone will fall. We can't let that happen.
"Retrieve him!" one commander barked, voice hoarse. "Even if we die, Han-sama must return to Iwa!"
The wave surged forward, 1000 against two.
The Raikage cracked his knuckles. His jaw tightened but his eyes held a calm storm. "Bee. Stand with me."
Bee smirked grimly, weighed his limbs. "Yo, yo... no retreat, just beat, I'll keep my feet!"
They braced back-to-back.
The first salvo of earth spears and molten stones came hurling through the steam. The Raikage's body blurred. His new hybrid style of Muay Thai and lightning armor flowed as one... knees like thunder, elbows like blades, fists like hammers. He crashed through enemy lines, shattering earth techniques, caving in chests. Every strike had been honed in twelve hours of grueling restraint against jinchūriki. Now unleashed, it was art in motion.
Bee darted into the fray, eight tails lashing, four swords flashing like silver rain. The Rikudo treasures struck alongside him... the Bashōsen gusting flames that toppled formations, the Kōkinjō snaring souls only for the Shichiseiken to test their voices. Most fell before it could even matter, cut down by blade or tentacle. Some were sealed back after having stayed silent for too long.
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The clash lasted less than an hour. Thousand shinobi who had survived, now fell like wheat under the duo.
The Raikage was merciless but precise, not wasting chakra on his higher techniques. His style had refined; his kicks flowed into sweeps, his punches into lightning-charged grapples that slammed men into the earth with bone-breaking force. His forearms glowed like battering rams, shattering weapons on impact.
Bee's swords danced in maddening rhythms, impossible to predict, cutting through clusters of shinobi like flowing water. His tails wrapped, smashed, and flung enemies aside. His eyes remained locked on The Raikage's side, making sure the battlefield stayed balanced.
Within the chaos, they painted devastation. Bodies fell, weapons shattered, morale crumbled. By the end, the battlefield was silent save for the hiss of lava cooling in the distance.
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"Not a damn one left standing," Bee muttered, staring at the broken ground. "They kept comin', Raikage-sama… but we cut 'em down."
The Raikage didn't answer immediately. His gaze swept the field, then up, to the wall of steam that still billowed over a full kilometer in every direction. Visibility was nearly zero, thick as a shroud.
And then it struck him. His eyes widened.
"No…" His voice cracked the silence. He bellowed, shaking the ground. "NOOOO!"
He understood where this steam was coming from. He roared, lightning exploding off his body, surging outward to disperse the steam, but the fog clung stubbornly. He swept arms, clapped palms, shattered trees, but it lingered like a curse.
Because such a huge steam could have only been produced by The Five-tails jinchuuriki.
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A/N: The opponent needs to be conscious for the word to appear on Shichiseiken. This limitation is not canon, I have added this. I wondered what would happen to a shinobi who is mute, the word should logically not appear. So, I thought it makes sense, if they are in condition of not being able to speak. Like being in sleep or unconscious.
Do let me know your thoughts.