Chapter 148 – Old Eight, Let's Go! The Last Fight!
Within ten seconds, the massive, flame-wreathed body of the Two-Tails began to collapse, blue chakra scattering like mist in the wind.
When it fully dissipated, the colossal beast was gone—revealing the unconscious body of Nii Yugito, limp and motionless, falling from the air.
Susanoo extended its titanic hand, catching her with a chakra cushion so delicate it looked as though the giant feared it might accidentally crush her fragile human form.
With careful precision, the red-armored titan transferred Yugito into its other palm, then handed her to a squad of waiting Konoha ninja stationed upon its shoulder.
Only after ensuring her safety did Uchiha Fugaku—his expression hidden behind the swirling aura of his Mangekyō—turn his gaze toward the last opponent still standing.
The Eight-Tails.
"Don't act rashly, Bee," rumbled the deep, resonant voice of Gyūki inside Killer Bee's mind. "Calm down. There's nothing more you can do for the Two-Tails now."
Killer Bee clenched his teeth, fists trembling as rage and helplessness mixed in his chest.
He knew Gyūki was right.
When the Susanoo descended, it had moved faster than lightning. The moment its blade fell, his chance to save Yugito had vanished. She had barely managed to resist before being struck down and captured in only a few devastating blows.
Now he understood—truly understood—why both Matatabi and Gyūki had warned him earlier that this battle could not be won.
This enemy's power was not merely on par with the Tailed Beasts… it surpassed them.
Each casual swing of that colossal sword carried the might of a Tailed Beast Ball.
Its body was absurdly durable—an earlier Tailed Beast Ball, strong enough to pulverize a mountain, had barely left a mark. And even that slight damage had healed within seconds.
On top of all that, the giant could fly.
If it didn't choose to come down from the sky, there was literally nothing Bee or Gyūki could do.
And even now that it had, they still had no path to victory.
Unsolvable. Unstoppable. Unimaginable.
Still—Killer Bee's gaze hardened. Despite knowing this, he couldn't accept simply watching his village fall.
"Old Eight," he growled through gritted teeth, "let's go."
Gyūki's massive head tilted downward, eyes narrowing. Then he nodded.
> "Understood."
The Eight-Tails let out a ferocious roar, the sound shaking the entire battlefield. Its tentacles lashed violently, cracking the air and creating sonic booms as it spun its entire body like a living hurricane.
Dust, lightning, and chakra surged outward. The Tailed Beast Eight Twists—Gyūki's signature power technique—charged directly toward the towering red-armored Susanoo.
But the comparison was pitiful.
In front of the titanic Susanoo, Gyūki looked like a child swinging a spear at a fully armored warrior.
And everyone knew what would happen to a child charging at a warrior.
Uchiha Fugaku watched silently from within Susanoo's brow. His eyes, cold and analytical, tracked every movement.
"So this is the Eight-Tails' strongest physical technique…," he murmured.
He didn't even bother to draw his greatsword. Instead, his massive armored form reached to his waist, drawing forth a small, ancient round shield—the Yata Mirror.
As he channeled chakra into it, the mirror erupted with fiery red energy, expanding instantly until it towered over the battlefield, transforming into a radiant barrier taller than a mountain.
At the exact moment it reached full size, Gyūki collided headfirst into it.
BOOM!
The earth shattered beneath the impact. Waves of energy rippled outward, flattening entire forests.
And yet—Susanoo did not move.
The Yata Mirror held firm, absorbing and nullifying the overwhelming kinetic force.
Even a technique that Gyūki took pride in—his ultimate charge—was effortlessly blocked.
Inside his mind, Gyūki gritted his teeth.
> "Unbelievable… so this is the Yata Mirror, the same shield once wielded by Uchiha Itachi. It doesn't just block—it nullifies."
Killer Bee, refusing to give up, quickly extended several tentacles behind the shield, aiming for Susanoo's other palm—the one holding Yugito.
But the moment they touched air near the Hokage's chakra, black flames erupted from nothingness.
Amaterasu.
The tentacles ignited instantly.
"—Aahh!!" Gyūki roared, thrashing in agony as the flames devoured his limbs. The pain was indescribable; not even chakra suppression could douse the blaze.
Desperate, Gyūki severed every burning tentacle.
Eight thick stumps fell, crashing to the ground, still wreathed in the inextinguishable black fire.
The beast panted heavily, retreating with labored breaths, staring at the lingering flames in horror.
The Hokage's Susanoo shook its massive arm, shrinking the Yata Mirror back to its original size, and hung it once again at its waist. Then, gripping the greatsword buried in the earth, the giant advanced step by step, its presence suffocating.
Bee's scalp prickled, and even Gyūki's pupils contracted sharply.
They didn't dare look into that pair of burning, kaleidoscopic eyes again. The moment they did, they knew—they would lose themselves to that hypnotic power.
But neither intended to flee.
"Yo, we ain't goin' down without a beat, Old Eight!" Bee growled.
"Then let's make it count," Gyūki replied grimly.
The eight severed limbs regenerated in an instant, chakra surging like a rising tide. The two roared as one, and the Eight-Tails launched forward once more.
Fugaku said nothing.
His expression remained calm as he raised Susanoo's blade.
Another blinding crimson arc split the battlefield.
Bee countered by spitting thick, inky clouds—Gyūki's ink secretion—hoping to block the giant's vision. Under the cover of darkness, he darted toward the other palm, his mind fixated on one goal.
Save Yugito.
If he could rescue her, maybe—just maybe—there was still a chance.
Behind him, the people of Kumogakure shouted themselves hoarse.
"Go, Lord Killer Bee!"
"Don't give up!"
"Save her!"
Their cheers filled the ruined village like thunder.
But hope is fragile.
The Susanoo's wings—vast, blazing with chakra—unfurled behind it. With one mighty flap, a hurricane swept across the battlefield, dispersing the entire cloud of ink in an instant.
In that same motion, its sword gleamed, severing several of Gyūki's newly grown tentacles as if slicing through air.
The Eight-Tails roared, forced once again into close-quarters combat.
And though the black flames no longer burned him, the sharpness of that blade was absolute.
Each swing tore away chunks of his chakra flesh. Each strike drained more of his strength.
No matter how hard he tried—no matter how many tentacles regrew—he was being slowly, inevitably, carved apart.
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